Other than another too short night for me (thank you insomnia) and a too short power nap for my Lil Diva, it passed by uneventfully.
For a change.
Perhaps Murphy has gone off to haunt another house on Friday. Or he’s exhausted from inspiring so many “what the frak” moment, I had to post multiple ones in a week.
Either way, I apologize about the lack of Friday posts.
It was a good day.
Nothing extra was tossed in the toilet.
All appliances continued to work.
Nobody was sick.
The credit card was not denied.
There was something. I just forgot about it because it happened to CG.
Doctor’s Offices and Insurance Companies: Be warned. There could be asinine policies they never told you about.
Hopefully, this will be my only rant. Hopefully, this will not be an issue.
Last December, I had a routine checkup – something fully covered on my insurance. However, in my haste to get there on time, I forgot my insurance card. It shouldn’t have mattered – my insurance was EXACTLY THE SAME from my previous visit.
Only this time, the office “had no record of any insurance on file.”
Excuse me? My OB was in this office. I had my baby in the Women’s Center ATTACHED to this building, plus five million prenatal visits where I sat in this very room.
Okay, not that many, but you get the point. How could they have zero record of my insurance???
I needed to get them a copy of my insurance card.
This was a lot more difficult than it sounds.
January arrived. I found the card I needed at my visit (after our new cards arrived in the mail), handed it to CG and say “they need to photocopy this. Please take care of it.”
Another month passed
Finally, upon threat of “they’ll probably send us to collections for not paying the bill they couldn’t submit because they lost my insurance information” he took it in.
He later informed me via instant messenger what happened:
CG: so I gave them our insurance card
CG: she said the issue is that we may be way past our filing deadline
Me: they can bite me
CG: She is going to file it but she has no idea what about whether or not they will take it.
You have got to be kidding me, right? It had been less than three months since my visit! For a check up.
What was this arbitrary filing deadline? I could understand if five years had passed. Even a year.
But three months?
You have to frakking be kidding me.
It sounds fishy to me – another way to get screwed over by an already powerful company.
So hopefully, this is the last you’ll hear about it.
And now you are warned – insurance companies have fine print you never see. Seriously, what the frak!!
Did you have a “what the frak…?” moment today?