First of all, I've been waiting on someone to comment on my incredibly busy and distracting blog background.
Readers, all two of you, have failed me.
I cannot stand this background, but I am entirely too pregnant and lazy to change it. That will be my excuse from now until December.
Since I only have ten weeks left, which is now nine weeks if the c-section gets scheduled when the doctor wants it, I am trying to tidy up on important things like pre-admission paperwork for the delivery.
In addition to wanting to know every intricate detail of your entire life, they also need to know everything about your insurance policy, which I happen to not know.
Call me ignorant, but I go to appointments, wait on the EOB, and pay the bill. If there is a co-pay, I pay it at the appointment. Works well for us.
Apparently, that does not satisfy the criteria for the hospital.
So, I call the insurance company to obtain the needed information. Wouldn't you know I had to get the lady that knew nothing?
Five questions = Twenty-five minutes
Are you kidding me? I pray this was her first day. If not, I know who is not parking in the employee of the month spot.
I'm sure I'm just hormonal. However, if you were to call me at my j.o.b., and ask me five questions pertaining to my j.o.b., I feel certain I could knock them out fairly quickly. Otherwise, I could connect you with someone who could.
Working in healthcare makes me entirely too critical.
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