I don’t usually pit. I don’t usually even post. But I’m going crazy with this and want to vent in a forum where intelligent people can talk me down if I am overreacting, or at least make fun of me in a manner that will amuse me.
I have private insurance now. I am disabled and have had Medicare for 12 years. Last year, **parthenokenesis **got a job with insurance benefits. Since his business (which, for clarity and anonymity, we will call “partheno-biz”) has more than 25 employees, this makes the private insurance company (which we will call “Untied”) my primary insurer. I was delighted with that, since anything we can do to save taxpayers money, yay that, right? Only trouble is…”Untied” is, at best, composed of incompetent dingledorks, and at worst, compiled of unethical poopyheads.
They start by automatically rejecting every claim. After the different providers try to work things out with “Untied”, they usually call me and ask me to follow up. So I do, by calling “Untied” and telling them the same information every time. The “Untied” rep will ask me if I still have Medicare (yes), did the Medicare coverage begin in 2008 (no, it was 1997), and then he/she will tell me that their records show that Medicare is supposed to be my primary. And I tell him/her (just gonna go with him now) that Medicare always tells me that “Untied” is primary, because “partheno-biz” has more than 25 employees. And then the “Untied” rep will tell me, “we are only primary if his business has 140 employees or more”, which is apparently untrue, but also irrelevant, because “partheno-biz” does have more than 140 employees anyway. After we finish this part of the discussion, we usually move on to unpaid claims, and this involves lots of hold time while the rep looks things up, and more conversation time while the rep tells me first one thing (like, “all seven of these unpaid claims are from the same provider”), then another, (like, “oh, all seven of these unpaid claims are from *different *providers”), followed by a different wrong fact (like, “the therapist who came to your house twice billed us $13,000”), then a correction (like, “oh, that $13,000 was for your brain surgery”), followed by a stupid question (like, “did the provider who billed $13,000 for your brain surgery perform the service in your home?”). After this portion of the entertainment, the rep will usually tell me that he needs to transfer me to a “specialist” to help me with my problem. Sigh. (I sigh, see, because I know what’s coming.) So I get transferred, and invariably, I have the SAME FREAKIN’ CONVERSATION with a new person, complete with many of the same falsehoods (like, “Medicare is supposed to be your primary”) and many new ones (like, “our records show that you have never called us before”). Then we continue through this verbal dance, the new rep tells me he has corrected all the problems, and that all claims should be paid in a week to ten days, and la dee freakin’ da, isn’t life grand? And we hang up, and then guess what happens?!!1!
Apparently, not much.
The next month, I get the SAME FREAKIN’ PHONECALLS from the providers (unless they’ve given up, in which case, instead of phone calls, I get notices from collection agencies trying to collect medical bills that have never been paid by insurance). “Untied” has apparently paid a few bills over the past year, but, with most of these claims, I’ve had to go through this same dance at least a couple of times to get even a partial payment from “Untied” to any given provider. Some are still unpaid, though, and the smaller the office, the less likely they are to get paid. One of the hospitals I’ve been in got very aggressive and got paid without me having to call “Untied”, but that’s the exception.
There is so much more to this foolishness, but oh, look! Took a break to greet parthenokenesis, who is home from work. He brought the mail in, and SURPRISE! Another new medical bill with a notation that insurance denied claim. Reason given…? “Need more information about patient’s insurance coverage.”
WHAM WHAM WHAM
Pretty sure y’all can guess what that sound was.