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I just posted this over in my weight loss and food journal over on the www.drmcdougall.com website. The place is all about going vegan to save your health and your life, and it works for me. Beyond that I'm not going to say another word because I don't want to hear the usual bullshit that comes up here about vegetarianism/veganism. This thread is about an insurance company anyway!
For the record, I'm Kirk. My wife of 6+ years is Jeanette and we share an apartment with my friend of almost 19 years, Joe.
Here's my post copied and unedited, because I'm just too tired to right now, but I think you'll get the gist of what has just happened to me from this:
I was just getting ready to click my journal and hit "Reply" anyway, but one minute ago the phone rang.
It was from "Clark Coun(ty)" according to my caller ID display, so I picked it up. I'm harrassed by crap tons of debt collectors as it is, so if I don't think I know who's calling I never pick up.
Well, this could have been the Clark County Library District, which Jeanette had just been on the phone with before heading off to work for the day, night and part of the wee hours of the morning. It could have been one of the county medical services or something for our roommate Joe, as well.
Well, lo and behold it's another goddamn debt collector. And it's for me. And I began giving my usual spiel about how I refuse to acknowledge debts with collection agencies and won't be doing business with them over the phone, thank you very much. The lady on the other end interrupts me with a "wouldn't you at least like to know who the account is?", to which I said "fine, tell me but that won't get me to bleed".
Turns out, it's from the lymphedema clinic I went to for a total of about 6 months last year. Turns out that I thought I owed them a balance still of around $300 just in co-pays, which I was going to try and attempt to eventually pay because they were the only medical professionals I honestly felt as though gave two _____ about me.
Oh, no. Nope. This lady on the phone starts going on about a $2,900 and change balance! Since I would gladly stand outside and scream "UnitedHealthcare can go piss up a rope!" from my front porch for hours on end if only someone would pay me a nickel each time, I can only assume that they turned around and retroactively denied yet more claims. Like they did at least my last General Practitioner's visit and possibly some before that even though I was still covered.
I told the lady, just before launching into a beautiful, sublime and poetic string of random expletives, that she could go talk to UnitedPissUpARopeHealthcare about the money and to just leave me ALONE.
And I was going to come here and post in a halfway acceptable mood and try and get the deeper stuff off my chest.
Eff it.
Maybe when Joe gets back from walking to the bank with Jeanette on her way to the bus stop to draw out the rent money, he'll feel like listening to me rave for a while. It's that or find a wall that wants to taste my forehead a few dozen times. I've HAD IT.
Hope your days are going better. Peace out.
There are no bounds to the ill will I wish upon the fuckers who run UnitedHealthcare. None.
I'm gonna go play some video games and blow shit up on my TV or something because I'm just that angry. I need a distraction. I'll be back later to check replies.
And, one final time, this is a fucking thread about an insurance company and denied claims. Not my lifestyle choices or yours. Not my weight or yours. Not my health or yours. Let's keep it that way if we could. Thanks.
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