Just a thought, for people of Medicare age or use...!

 

"This is not a bill!" But it is a statement of what they paid and your possible responsibility if you do not have additional supplementary insurance...(Usually, is a very low number, if lucky.)

That said... Medicare is usually billed by hospitals, doctors, surgery personnel, labs, etc.

Have you noticed, the billers usually bill in the four or five digits but seem to always accept payment in the three sometimes four, if offered?

Look closely at your next "This is not a bill".

And then explain to me why this is true?

Why bother with the subterfuge?

We all know by now it is just smoke and mirrors to scare us to death!

But wait that would be counterproductive... if there is no us, then there is no amount of money changing hands or changing any electrical circuitry, hmm?

This was something on my mind for quite some time. Scary how that thing works, hmm?

Moving on...

Today, Hubby and I had doctor's appointments nearly at the same time, but at two different doctors that just so happen to have offices across the hall from one another. 

His was at the urologist who originally admitted him to the hospital when he was so ill and ended up doing his biopsy that discovered his initial bladder cancer. Hubby's was a follow-up. The urologist still thinks Hubby needs to have a 

Bladder removal surgery (cystectomy) - Mayo Clinic 

But Hubby wants to wait until he is done with chemo in twelve weeks, but the urologist feels he should go to Moffit Cancer Center in Tampa and meet the doctor there for more about the procedure. His doctor was insistent, but Hubby pushes back when people do that to him...not trusting their judgment. (Due to being so insistent)

And mine was at the stomach surgeon who did my last surgery in December, I was frustrated by my stomach not doing well and I am still taking so many stomach-related medications... ulcers are rampant! Now it seems I have gastritis again, so the medication is still to be taken plus an additional one for pain was ordered.

But stress doesn't know where to go these days!

Oh, that's right... my TUMMY!

Tomorrow's a visit to the radiation doctor that will be doing Hubby's lung cancer treatments... what happened to rides in the car, boat rides in the harbor..., going to art shows, seafood festivals, farmer's markets, car and home shows, and the like???

Even a literal stroll in the park along the water's edge was some of the fun things we used to do!

Oh, I remember COVID-19 and then the death-like heat... illness ah yes I remember it well.

First you 😢, and then you🙏!

 MY MUSES are below!

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months and 4 years old, now 5!

    

   

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply for its fun, so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now five years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. 
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella, in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie. I might be seven years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as its difficulties. 
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am eight years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes! 

I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes, that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020. 

I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!

The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.  

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!