A Bit Of Complaining Just For Me

I received another bill from the orthopedic hand surgeon that I recently visited. I went to him for help with my hand, but in the end he told me that there isn't anything that can be done to improve things for me. I thought that I was done with this, but now it continues with the billing process associated with the time that I spent with this surgeon. First visit: fifteen minutes, second visit: five minutes. I have health insurance, but the things that weren't covered by my insurance policy were billed to me. This physician's billing process is so convoluted that I was charged a copay for each visit, but the copays were applied to other charges. Consequently, I have just received a second bill for one charge that they have me paying in small increments as their computer program continues to spew out a balance. I've called a couple of times and it seems that this last bill will be, well, the last bill. 

It doesn't help that this is the time of year when I have to go to the endocrinologist (thank you motorcycle accident for a damaged pancreas and consequent diabetes) along with a CTA scan (thank you motorcycle accident for a ruptured aorta) and a checkup with a cardiologist (thank you motorcycle accident for a lifelong need to have my insides monitored). Each visit comes with a copayment and time served. Yeah. 

You know what my issue is today? Each bill from this orthopedic surgeon serves as a reminder that I'm stuck with pain, discomfort, and a more limited use of my hand for the rest of my life. Each bill also serves to remind me that I'm applying grocery money to pay a medical practice some of my money for a few minutes of...nothing. They can't help me, but they want compensation for granting me the privilege of being told that their inability comes with a price. I grow so tired of the things that my body demands of me as a result of the accident, and I also grow tired feeling that the possibility of finding some level of hope within the medical community is more limited than finding Bigfoot on leisurely wilderness hike. I'll leave this keyboard a fairly happy guy in a minute, but I think that I needed a moment to say that doctors, nurses, and insurance companies couldn't possibly comprehend the value of my life, and I'm thankful that God does. By His grace I will live with or without the aide of others, and I believe that I'll even finish off without having to finance every medical worker's vacation plans. So there, I'm done.