I sent this venting e-mail to my mother, but decided I'm pissed off enough to share it with the world. That's right. The whole world reads my blog. Broadcast on the clouds, baby.
I love it when doctors/insurance companies fuck me over and I don't know about it till Friday night at midnight when I get home--I just got a bill from the sports doctor/physical therapist for almost $500. It doesn't even look like it WENT through my insurance company. So now I have a message in to them and will possibly have another hassle with United on Monday. LAST STRAW. I only kept United for the better mental health benefits, but since they can't keep a decent therapist on their roster, fuck them, I'm going HMO next year.
Did I tell you that for the past three months they've been shorting me $46.48 on my reimbursement checks for some non-existent "deductible"? (As in, I met my deductible for mental health in February, retards.) So now I've made a formal complaint to the benefits department because I'm sick of calling every month and sick of having to deposit two checks once the dipshits get it right and send me what they owe me and sick of not getting all my money at once.
That is all.
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