A couple of weeks ago, I got a bill from the hospital Jack
was in. Last month I’d gotten what looked like the same bill and paid it. I had
to do some comparisons — was the bill exactly the same? was it for different
doctors? was it for different procedures? But a couple of weeks ago, I was deep
into memorial mindset, and could not face diverting my attention, mental and
emotional, onto financial matters. The bill could wait.
Today I
went looking for the bill I knew I had paid. I looked in the file it should
have been in (Jack’s medical bills), and it wasn’t there. I looked in the
second file folder it might have been (my current to-do); no luck there either.
I sat down and determined not to panic. I don’t throw paid bills away. I just
don’t do that, no matter how addled my brain is. I only had to think of the
places I often stick papers, went to my own “bills paid” file, and there it
was.
Now I pair
up the two sets of bills, and on the first page the doctors, dates, and
procedure codes are identical. I’ve already paid these. But page 7 on each set
is different. So am I going to compare every page, cross out the doctors I’ve
paid, add up the new charges, and figure out the difference?
No, I call
the hospital billing office, wait only a few minutes on hold, and talk to a
very helpful woman named Donna, who says she will send me an amended bill with
only the amount I now owe. Vast relief. One task, semi-complete. Life can work out the way it is supposed to.
So glad it worked out for you!
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