Health Insurance Gone Awry

God, how I hate insurance companies. I've made call after call, and it looks like I'm still going to have to pay up-front the $6700 for January (not to mention the money for August, September, and October). So, I guess life is going to suck big-time.

I just had a thought, though. I'll ask Mom if she thinks Grandma McDonald would be willing to lend me the money. I'd pay her back. I'm sure Mom's not going to be in favor of it, but it might be something Grandma would be willing to do.

Anyway, this sucks.

New Stress to Replace the Old Stress

Just got a notice that my medical bills at Mayo are probably going to go to a collection company. Here's the full story:

I have two insurance companies, the one through work, and the one through Dad. The one through work just pays for stuff in Madison. But because they are the one that's just for me, they have to be listed as my primary insurance company. We didn't find that out until January of this year. So, we got them that information over at Mayo. Then it took forever for the primary insurance to deny the claims – sometime in August, I got notice. So, I'm assuming that then Mayo or the primary insurance will let the secondary insurance know. Except the primary insurance doesn't let Mayo know that they have denied the claim, and when I called in October, Mayo said that they don't do billing for secondary insurance. (Why bother putting it on your fucking forms, then?)

So we've had to do an end-run, making copies of the denial slips and sending them to the secondary insurance company. This is taking some time. Frustrating!

And people wonder why I've been suicidal. Every time I turn around, there's something new and horrific to deal with. This sucks.

Why Must Everything Suck?

Okay, so I am at home, and I have absolutely no connection to the Internet now. Life is so fun!

On the bright side, I'm noticing that, while I can't stop myself from eating whatever's in the house, it does make me a lot more uncomfortable than it did. I'm still plotting – should I just stop taking the prednisone or go back on all my other drugs? Of course, I can't talk to anyone about this, because I'm supposedly still on the ursodiol, the Asacol. Oh, and on the certraline. And the multivitamin. And the calcium. And I'm pretty sure that I should be going to the psychiatrist. Screw it!

Well, not everything sucks. Craig Ferguson has Joss Stone on, and she is a lot more down-to-earth than I thought she would be. Maybe I'll decide to like her now. I've been boycotting her because she hasn't finished high school, but maybe that's being a tad irrational. I'm fairly certain that there are many artists I adore who haven't graduated from high school, and I just don't know it. She certainly has talent. So I'm thinking I'm just stupid. He also has Rainn Wilson on. He's Baha'i, apparently. I would never have guessed.

Mom might have found a job out with Borgess. She and Dad could carpool, if that were the case. That would be pretty awesome!

The dog's still missing. Dad's been doing searches for bichon breeders. I'm just hoping Brooke is okay, and wasn't hit by a car or picked up by someone who will treat her poorly. They'd only had her for five months.