My Dr. ( in network ) referred me to another Dr. ( In Network? Specialist. ) to have something checked. I called them, provided insurance information, and made the appointment. I was nervous… but it had to be done.
I show up on time and am sitting in the waiting room playing on my phone ( I said I was nervous ). My name gets called and I’m directed to an office. and I nicely greeted the person behind the desk wi a smile and a “good morning, Dr.”.
“Oh, I’m not a Dr.; I’m the Office Manager. It’s about today’s visit.”
“Oh, OK… do you need to copy my insurance card?”
“I’d like you to fill out the rest of this form. Full legal name, social, wife’s legal name, social, full names and addresses of both your employers, both your home and work numbers, the name address and number for two relatives not living with you, and then sign at the bottom”
I felt like I was applying for a loan at a car dealership! It some pretty blunt over kill.
I got the info, filled out the form and I thought that was that.
“OK… now that will be $500 cash.”
( to my credit, I did not say “What The Fuck!?” out loud. )
It smiled sweetly and then said “Well, we might accept a check.”
( to my credit, I again did not say “What The Fuck!?” out loud. )
“What about my insurance? You’re in plan.”
“Oh, we’ll apply to them and then they’ll pay you.”
“OK… well then bill me to my home.”
It smiled sweetly again and said, “No, you pay… Now.”
I paused… stunned… and then got the follow-up punch.
“No cash now, no Dr.”
Realizing that I was over a barrel, I put it on VISA… and saw the Dr., who was actually very nice. The Dr., while carving me up, mentioned how the prices of Jags these days were just so horrible. The price of everything was going up! My heart ( and where the Dr. hacked out a chunk of me to biopsy ) just bled. /s
( FTR- phone call two weeks later…the biopsy was benign. Yay me. )
A month later, I get a call at my home. It was The Human Mosquito calling to set up a follow-up appointment. Not having a Human Mosquito sized can of RAID to spray into that smug little face, I ignored the call. It kept calling back. It began leaving messages.
Evidently It just wouldn’t accept, “No.” ( Or “I don’t care if my parents DO owe you $2… F.O. and go saw down a pine tree down with your Mosquito Proboscis and then shove your Schwinn Bike ALL the way up your ass.” ) for an answer.
I didn’t actually say that last part; it was more of an “Ally McBeal” soliloquy… and before anyone asks, Barry White was Not involved.
What I did do was call at 3 AM and leave a message on the office machine.
I told It that benign was benign and that was that. That I understood their business model but that my money was good at any shop on the street… and that paying another $500 for a pat on the head and a “Good Boy” was against my business model.
I think told it to thank the Dr, wish the Dr. a Happy Thanksgiving, and to remind them that
‘Jaguar Sales Days are Here..!’