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Scariest part of my surgery
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I had a really easy surgery. Everything went much better expected...with the exception of one little hiccup:)
I had just gotten to my room, was talking to my husband, feeling really good.....when this extremely worried looking hospital administrator came in and asked me if I was feeling up to talking for a minute.
I felt great...so I was like...Of course..
And she asks me..."Are you in the process of having your surgery financed?"
And I go...."Uh, no. I have insurance."
And she goes...."I was just on the phone with your insurance company and apparently there's been some mistake. Your rider doesn't cover bariatric surgery."
I can't overemphasize how grim this woman looks. She knows she's giving me horrible news, and it's her job to protect the hospital financially....she looks like she feels terrible for me.
She's trying to be really gentle and says "We could do an 18 month financing plan. We don't usually do this and we're really not sure how this happened. Usually financing is in place."
And I go..."Um, can I show you something?"
I had my husband get my folder of stuff that I had sense enough to bring to the hospital with me. In it...was a copy of my approval letter from my insurance company.
So I give her the copy of the letter....and she looks baffled.
I go..."Will that help you?"
And she goes..."It just might. Please give me ten minutes. I'll be right back."
She comes back in ten minutes...all smiles. "I'm so sorry. You have the same name and birth date as another patient in the system and we were trying to bill the wrong person. You're all set. I really appreciate you bringing this letter with you, it helped immensely. I'm really sorry about worrying you when you're already stressed."
And I'm like..."I feel so shockingly good, I'm just grateful the surgical team is top notch. No one's perfect. If mistakes are gonna happen, I'd rather they happen in billing, you know?"
She smiled, apologized again, and excused herself.
Later that day I got flowers from the hospital with a note from her thanking me for being understanding about the mix up.
Moral of the story: Bring a copy of your approval letter to the hospital with you.
Other Moral of the story: Give your kid a somewhat unique name. Mine is as generic as John Smith... and this has caused me issues a couple of times.
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