Yeah, I’m in one of those moods. I only got in a half-day at work today, and less than three hours on Monday, so it will be another short pay tomorrow. I’ve only had one full pay since Christmas—not a good thing with winter bills. I never thought that the day would come when I’d look forward to overtime, but when you can’t live on the pay you get for 40 hours (or less), your perspective changes. I’ll be glad when spring comes this year, for more reasons than one!
Ten days ago, I went to the emergency room about my leg. It DID turn out to be cellulitis, but the doctor wouldn’t treat it without doing an ultra-sound on my leg, “to be sure I didn’t have deep vein thrombosis,” or whatever they call a blood-clot in the leg. I told her that I take at least one aspirin each evening, plus, I take Vitamin E every morning, and both are blood thinners. Therefore, logic tells you that it’s unlikely that a clot would ever form. She would have none of it. After all, they have to cover their keisters for liability, plus they want to rack up all the charges possible for me to pay.
The doctor ended up giving me two antibiotic prescriptions, a shot in each hip and an antibiotic pill for that night. She also gave me a prescription for pain pills, but when I found out it was only for two days worth, I didn’t bother to fill it. The progress has been slow; perhaps because I’ve built up some immunity to their effects (from all my past illnesses and the accompanying medicines). Doctors won’t give you any more than ten days worth of prescription, when I usually require at least 14.
So, I called the pharmacy to see if they could wheedle an extension from the ER doctor and they said that never worked; they want you to see your doctor or come back to them. So, I called my doctor’s office and got their cursed answering machine. Strange, but they never run it except when they’re in the office, and then NEVER answer the phone. Their time is very valuable, after all, while yours is utterly worthless. So, I left a message for Doc’s nurse, figuring that it was a waste of time. I haven’t always got the best results from their system, but she came through for me this time and called the meds in to the pharmacy I use. She also told me to get some probiotics since I was going to be on antibiotics so long. My leg IS better, and another ten days (which I hope is what she called in) should do the trick.
I got my bill from the hospital today. The amount due is $962.36. I hate to tell them, but they’ll be lucky to get it all by the end of summer. The two glorified acetaminophen cost $18.36. The unneeded ultrasound (I wasn’t pregnant, by the way) cost $305. The “Emergency Services” cost $639. Now, I really doubt if the hospital has any more time in my treatment than my doctor would have, so, why can he do it for a $100, and they need $639?
That kind of morally reprehensible bull pucky is part of why we ended up with Obamacare. Not that the owners of the hospital would care anything about morals or mere people. And THAT, as they say, is the view from HERE! (Hopefully, I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow) © 2015