So yesterday I get a bill from the hospital for $313.00. This is for the ultrasound that confirmed my miscarriage. As if it’s not enough it cost me $45.00 for the parking ticket the day I had the D & C. A parking ticket for parking at a broken meter….like it is my fault the meter was broken. The meter wouldn’t take the damn $2.00 in quarters, so instead of charging me the $2.00, the city tickets me $45…yeah that makes sense.
Anyhow, this bill comes in the mail and I have to say I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it ruined my whole weekend. Why is my insurance not covering this? Is my coverage limited to one miscarriage per year? They paid for the first, second one is my responsibility? Why did my doctor send me there without making sure they would cover it? And why do these type of things always come in Saturday’s mail, when you can’t even call anyone to try and rectify it?
Instead it gets under my skin and irritates me for 2 days.
And yeah, I know it’s not necessarily the bill itself that bugs me. It’s the reminder. Like I needed a reminder. Like I don’t remember every single day.
I am sure tomorrow I will call the doctor, call the insurance company, call the hospital and somehow manage to find out who didn’t process what. And I am sure they will resolve it and I probably won’t have to pay a cent.
But I will have to pay in other ways. Spending hours on the phone dealing with the subject, undoubtedly crying as I am right now.
The worst part is, the baby from the first miscarriage was due this week. I should be planning my hospital stay, shopping for diapers, getting the last details of the nursery put together. Instead I get to argue with hospitals and insurance companies who don’t give a damn that my babies died, just as long as they don’t have to foot the bill.
I can say this much. I don’t care what they all determine, I am going to contest this bill. I refuse to pay. I’ve paid enough.
