[explode]
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so, for those of you who don't know, i went to the hospital back in march after a long ordeal and an even longer string of incompetent doctors that talked to me like i was five years old that began back in november. i had to have this thing done where they put you under and stick a tube down your throat into your stomach and intestines to take a biopsy. anywho, long story short, this shindig costs roughly $4,000; so if at any time in the near future your doctor tells you you need to have an EGD -- run away as fast as you can and seek a second opinion. and we get a bill to the tune of 4 grand, because newport hospital is apparently not in my insurance's network [wtf, its a HOSPITAL]. I guess the whole thing is that some lady at my doctor's office called the insurance company, found out the procedure would not be covered, and was supposed to have told me at some point along the line... but i never got this information. now, i'm not saying she didn't send it. i'm sure she didn't just call, she'd send a letter, i've dealt with this lady for other stuff before, and there's ALWAYS a hard copy [and if there isn't, well then it all IS her fault]. what am i thinking happened? those idiot sent the stuff to my parents, my mother read it, probably lost it/didn't understand it, and here we are, with me on a wild goose chase talking to every person at every billing department of everywhere i have been for the past 8 months. newsflash, university gastroenterology: i am NOT a minor. i am over 18. stop sending shit to my parents, with whom i DO NOT live. this is a problem i've had with them before [they did a test on me once, and called my mother with the test results, who proceedd to FREAK OUT and think i was dying because she has no idea was "positive gluten allergen/celiac indicators" means, and because she has this habit of blowing everything out of proportion... i get voicemails that say "it is IMPERATIVE you call me RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND" on a daily basis. we have different ideas of imperative, i guess. maybe its the language major in me knowing what that word REALLY means...;) if any of you guys get that!] sooooo now i have to continue the goose chase and see if my mother got any mail from them, while she screams at me for not getting the paperwork she thinks i need, which is neither logically needed or ethical for the dr to give me. sigh. i can't wait to: 1. not live with my parents or depend on them in any way and 2. never visit another doctor other than the lady at health services [who is an RN anyway, so, not in the category really!] ever again.
ironically, the dr's cure for my mystery illness is to relax more often and try to control my stress levels. bastard.