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lost_angel
lost_angel
R-A-C-K-E-T
All I'm going to say is that it cost Jimmy 1274 dollars for a resident to put five stitches in my arm.

Oversimplifying: $1274 / 5 stitches = $254.80 per stitch

I wish I'd waited until I got home and tied my arm back together with mint-waxed dental floss.

My last two emergency room visits have been an absolute waste of my time and money, and I've grown to hate (and I am rarely pushed to the point of hating) the medical industry and their equally-disgusting insurance brethren.

The least forgivable of all is the financial friction it has caused between Jimmy and me.


Dear Medical Industry Racketeers -

Stop printing bills in which the items are all abbreviated in some medical code speak. Send me an itemized bill in plain English.

Stop charging me thousands of dollars to subsidize the people who don't pay their bills.

Stop making me wait three hours to see an LPN or resident then charge me for seeing a full MD who "supervises" them.

I hope you all contract staff infections and your children grow up to be hippies.

mood: trapped in a jar and shaken
music: Bill Cosby one-liner "Dad is great; give us chocolate cake"

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alcamar From: alcamar Date: August 22nd, 2005 04:14 pm (UTC) (link)
hehe, "staff" infections.... :P

Yeah, pretty bad stuffs. Any way to make a buck.
watercamel From: watercamel Date: August 22nd, 2005 05:54 pm (UTC) (link)
Why did you need stiches? Are you all healed know?
And I feel your pain with medical prices, though my visits haven't been quite that bad.
lost_angel From: lost_angel Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:19 am (UTC) (link)
This happened in Nashville a couple months ago. I tripped on some fence netting and fell onto a metal box of some sort (newspaper box perhaps?). Vanderbilt University Medical Center was the only place open that could stitch me back up.

Two and a half months later, we thought we'd paid the whole thing off then another bill shows up at over half of what we'd already paid.
From: gothicbeauty21 Date: August 22nd, 2005 05:54 pm (UTC) (link)
I hate the Oxford ER. I was taken there after an auto accident, where I rolled my van down a ravine-type ditch. The EMTs checked me over for any obvious broken bones or large pieces of the windshield protruding from my head or other parts of my body, and judged me to be non-critical. THey strapped me to a gurney, and rushed me over to the ER. Wheeled me in, told the attendings what happened, then hopped in their little van and whizzed off to the next people. They did a good job, I think. But the people attending in the ER came, checked my blood pressure, looked at my eyes, and then wheeled me over against a wall.

And left me there.

For a few hours. No xrays, no check on internal damage, no one looking at anything. Just went on about their business. NOT EVEN A CALL TO MY PARENTS TO TELL THEM WHAT HAPPENED. My FATHER found out about it by a sheriff's deputy coming in his store, telling him he heard about it on a scanner.

And all this time I have a huge gash on the back of my head, bleeding onto the back of the gurney. When they FINALLY decide to let me call my mom, she's in a meeting, and can't leave then, but will come as soon as she can. And I"m still sitting there, bleeding, and no one's done anything about it. One nurse noticed a piece of glass by my eye, and carefully removed it, but that's it. I said I had a headache, and they tried to give me Tylenol. I said I suffered from migraines, and she still tried to give me Tylenol. THat'll GIVE me a fucking migraine, so I told her I needed ibuprofen. Finally got some of that tracked down, around the time my mom shows up. And SHE'S the one that discovers I'm still bleeding from the back of my head. By this time I've been there for hours and hours, and it's too late for stitches. Fuckers. My MOM is the one that helped me wash all the glass and leaves and shit out of my hair.
lost_angel From: lost_angel Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:24 am (UTC) (link)
I despise Baptist Memorial Hospital, too. And from this recent incident, I despise Vanderbilt UMC, too.

How long ago was this wreck? I remember your telling me the story before when I was bitching about how Baptist Memorial did nothing to help or sooth my kidney stone. $1100 to tell me that I might have a kidney stone and made no attempt to lessen my pain. And I'm still on the bastards' mailing list 'cause they keep sending me annoying trade magazines and brochures like Vim & Vigor, a magazine for aging seniors.
gigafive From: gigafive Date: August 23rd, 2005 06:47 am (UTC) (link)
Hospitals, in general, suck. My parents also get Vim & Vigor. I don't think they appreciate it very much.
From: gothicbeauty21 Date: August 23rd, 2005 05:38 pm (UTC) (link)
May 2000.
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