Rates are facts and so are taxes
Returned from weekend of bike rambles, reading, picture taking, museum visits, and catching up with friends. Found two envelopes in my mailbox. One is an invitation to apply for a credit card. The other is a bill from a minute-clinic that I visited back about a month ago when I had a persistent sore throat, and which assured me at the time that I wouldn't have to pay anything. They're now charging me $265 for telling me it was just a sore throat.
*sigh* Rationally, I know I will be able to settle this by calling a lot of people and demanding to know what's going on, and maybe writing some sharp letters. It is going to be dreary work that I don't want to have to do. And, God forbid, maybe they'll succeed in making me pay it. But I'm angry, because the staff told me my insurance covered everything, and I let that reassure me.
And I'm also angry because I'm scared, because two years ago I was flat broke and had parking tickets and an outstanding phone bill I couldn't pay, and I got threatening letters telling me I was racking up more and more overdue charges, which didn't change the fact that I couldn't afford to pay the bills in the first place. And my choice was to tell my parents and have to face their disapproval, or fall behind in the rent in order to pay the bills. I have a bit more money these days, and I haven't had to rely on my parents for anything at all for a year and seven months, but I still worry about it. Also, I'm angry because I was in a good place today after being away from everything for a couple of days, and this is real life popping up and hitting me in the face the second I get home.
Just wanted to post about that, in case anyone out there was envying me or thought I was leading some sort of carefree life of merry wandering. I'll post photos/more details from this weekend, when I'm feeling more the thing.
*sigh* Rationally, I know I will be able to settle this by calling a lot of people and demanding to know what's going on, and maybe writing some sharp letters. It is going to be dreary work that I don't want to have to do. And, God forbid, maybe they'll succeed in making me pay it. But I'm angry, because the staff told me my insurance covered everything, and I let that reassure me.
And I'm also angry because I'm scared, because two years ago I was flat broke and had parking tickets and an outstanding phone bill I couldn't pay, and I got threatening letters telling me I was racking up more and more overdue charges, which didn't change the fact that I couldn't afford to pay the bills in the first place. And my choice was to tell my parents and have to face their disapproval, or fall behind in the rent in order to pay the bills. I have a bit more money these days, and I haven't had to rely on my parents for anything at all for a year and seven months, but I still worry about it. Also, I'm angry because I was in a good place today after being away from everything for a couple of days, and this is real life popping up and hitting me in the face the second I get home.
Just wanted to post about that, in case anyone out there was envying me or thought I was leading some sort of carefree life of merry wandering. I'll post photos/more details from this weekend, when I'm feeling more the thing.