Being a medical biller, I know that insurers purchase medical services wholesale while people without insurance pay retail. Everyone knows that only a sucker pays retail. No insurance means that I didn't have much choice. It's how the system is set up. Unlike other businesses, you can't ask for a discount if you pay cash up front rather than set up a tedious payment plan. They aren't allowed to offer discounts on prices they conjure out the air.
If a clinic were open in the dead of night, I would have much preferred to go there for half the retail expense. It's the luck of the clock. The nurse was nice enough to tell me what clinics are close to my home so I wouldn't have to go to a full scale hospital if my symptoms recurred during normal working hours.
Now that I know the problem, there isn't much chance I'll be seeking professional care over OTC, self-treatment until a doctor's office opens. I woke up in the middle of the night and I said to myself, "If someone told you this, what would you advise? You'd tell them to go to the hospital and damn the cost." For once, I listened to reasonable advice, even if it was my own. I opened a dresser drawer to put on a shirt and the sound awoke the lady of the house. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm going to the hospital," I answered. "Do you want me to drive you?" she replied. "Yes," was my answer.
No hubbub. We just got in the car and took care of business. Have I mentioned before that I am in love?
Today's illustration is the sign for the Trashy Diva shop on Magazine Street. Have I mentioned before that I love New Orleans?
2 comments:
Very glad you got it taken care of. I think this must be an example of the taciturn yankee in action. I've never know so few words to be spoken at such a time, although, when I have been the sufferer, I could certainly have wished it so. Take care of yourself. There's much you haven't yet explored and lots to do; you're going to be needing a costume soon, I expect.
Hallowe'en?
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