Yesterday I opened up some of my mother’s mail and found a bill for $45,903. It’s from a hospital (where else), and isn’t itemized—there’s just a description of service that says “emerg. observation,” prefaced by a date, followed by a message that says their records indicate that you, meaning my mother, do not have insurance. So today I’ll be digging through a pile underneath a note that says “important,” looking for my mom’s insurance cards, then spending an hour or whatever listening to music chosen by a billing department in Atlanta. The fleas of death.
Unread mail
Unread mail
Unread mail
Yesterday I opened up some of my mother’s mail and found a bill for $45,903. It’s from a hospital (where else), and isn’t itemized—there’s just a description of service that says “emerg. observation,” prefaced by a date, followed by a message that says their records indicate that you, meaning my mother, do not have insurance. So today I’ll be digging through a pile underneath a note that says “important,” looking for my mom’s insurance cards, then spending an hour or whatever listening to music chosen by a billing department in Atlanta. The fleas of death.