First I had a stroke.
Once I got physically better, I entered an emotional grieving process.
Now, the hospital bills arrive.
The bills are a bit of a mystery, even to someone (me) mostly familiar with medical billing (I made a 3 year foray into the medical industry at one point in my career). Thankfully most of the bills have been (mostly) paid by insurance–especially that weeklong stay in the hospital (that was nearly $60K!).
Then there are bills rejected because I’m “not insured.” (How can that be? The other claims were paid). Uh. So I’ve been sleuthing with my stroke addled brain. In one case, I discovered my name was mispelled (by ONE letter).
In other cases, the facilities have used health insurance from eons ago–of course, I’m not covered there.
Fun fun fun!
Tomorrow, I think I will sit down and try to do some creative writing, for the first time since my stroke. Hopefully, that is the next step–and I pray that it is, because writing is the way I cope with my emotional torment.