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Red Tape

We are still dealing with insurance issues for Sam's medical bills.

Still.

I just don't understand. This should be pretty straight forward-he was born, he was checked over, he died. All in one hour. So why are bills still being decided?

And it's not for lack of very helpful representatives with my insurance company or with the billing institution. I just believe that many have just as hard of a time sorting through the junk that comes on an "itemized statement" as I do.

Why can't they just say, "Gave a shot," "Checked vitals," "Asked a question."? All I see on these bills are, "Contractual write off," "Refund," "Hospital, laboratory." Oh, and that refund? Yeah, it was requested by a 3rd party who works with my insurance company. The money was just given back to this company, and tacked onto my bill. And guess what else happens on a fairly regular basis? The insurance company ALSO comes back for the refund, and the patient is liable for double the amount.

I'm sure this isn't news to many...but when did I become a secretary for both my insurance company and the hospital? You would think they would pay ME premiums for the work I do ;-)

I know this will all be resolved soon and that God will see us through. He already has made sure that we are more than taken care of by giving Jamey and I good jobs to actually pay the bill when the companies agree on how much I owe and to whom do I write the check.

As difficult as it is to lose a child and then have to pay money to top it off, the hospital did an amazing job. They deserve their money, and I am more than willing to pay it. I am thankful for the healthcare we received as well as the respect we were treated with in our situation.

I just wish there wasn't so much red tape. Charge me. Leave it be. Let me pay it.

Thank you Lord for the cell phone with unlimited minutes to call these companies, you know I need them. Thank you for the job I have that provides health insurance or I'd have way more to pay than the little I'm complaining about right now. And thank you for my son. I'd gladly pay time and time again to have had that hour with him. You are too good to me, and I will let everyone know.

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