EAT IT!

I’m a good person!

Now stop that chuckling.

I pay my bills the ones that I believe are mine and only mine and Hubby’s that is.

Get this, my emergency hospital visit that I had on February 6, 2015 at ten thirty at night, my patient responsibility is $2,751.76 since all of sudden the hospital that I have been going to for over twenty years that it is not in network!

Hubby sat with the billing woman who verified by my insurance card that it was, and my co-pay was around $450, at the hospital while I awaited treatment that amounted to a tetanus shot and gauze pads in a Zip-lock as well as a prescription for an anti-biotic.

No one touched me except for the shot that I argued I had had last in August of 2011 and did not actually need one now since they are supposed to last five years! That shot was $646.48 all by itself, and yet it is listed at Walgreen’s for just $35.00!

Gauze pads I suppose account for the remainder, since I am now waiting for an itemized bill.

Oh the actual bill was $3,672.76 -$921.00 paid by “my” insurance Florida makes me sooooooooooooo Blue unhealthy insurance company, leaving me with a balance to be paid of $2,751.76!

Why bother I ask to have any insurance if you claim that you cannot afford to pay a bill there are organizations and parts of the hospitals own monies that will pay, in forms of endowments and other private donations to take up the slack and that is without it going to TAXPAYERS!

I really thought that gouging was against the law!

Please someone tell me that I am right?

This was the last month of me finally paying off my MRI’s and Skipper’s ultrasound, all done, now this??????

I really had no choice at that hour, nothing was open and even if they were according to the claims guy Mr. Charles our local ones are NOT in network either!

I might as well come clean, it was a dog bite.

Yep, sweet little Gus, we think might be suffering from PTSD from his past.

Scenario, he was sleeping at the end of our bed, yep since we got him, December 27, 2014, as all before him. I kissed his sweet head on his white star and the next thing I know zap ouch pow I have an upper lip like road rash, but all I saw was blood even on my teeth. I ran to the bathroom that is where I saw the horror story closed the door and yelled to Hubby to get the crate out of the van and to put him into it in the house, since we, him and I, were going on a road trip to the hospital!

I had my own flashback going on from my last dog bite of about fifteen years ago with our other adoptee Andrew, but that WAS my fault I accidentally rolled over the collie Shepard’s tail with my computer chair and bent down when he yelped and forty stitches and plastic surgery later… so I was scared and even told Hubby I guess we would have to put Gus down, which we never did do to Andrew, although he did die a year later from cancer, but not from my mistake, but this time I felt it wasn’t, mine that is.

Fortunately, it was determined that this time little dog little bite and it was not as severe. Looked like road rash the PA described it and it did not even need any stitches, just that Augumentin antibiotic (from the pharmacy $10, mine) and a caught up tetanus shot and Neosporin (mine, free) and gauze (theirs, a small fortune), but I am more than sure I could have bought some cheaper at the grocery or anywhere for a few bucks!

Don’t worry once I calmed down and saw that I was OK, I realized that this nearly adult dog had had a past that we knew very little about, and like any soldier of war, in his case being on the street wars he needed a firm loving relationship from his adopted parents, and so I called the next morning to speak with a problem behavior trainer and so that is what we have been in the process of doing.

That costs money too!

So far in these little over two months of having this wild child/Cujo/ devil dog/ loving Gus baby boy it has been costly and another emotional roller coaster ride, and we have now not allowed him to sleep on our bed which goes without saying, oops I said it, and we now know  not to approach him while he sleeps, no matter how cute he looks.

Take two: it took me awhile to cozy up to him, as many will understand and I finally did, although while tickling his belly Saturday he bit my finger with a growl, we determined he had fallen asleep again on my lap while on his back, crazy!

Many would say forget it that he is not salvageable, but even this new vet and his tech feel he is as well as the trainer.

It is difficult, and so now you know why I have not been out and about like usual.

Albeit my lip has healed and Hubby even bought Mederma for me for scars… my self consciousness is over the top.

My finger bite I called the local walk in and they said as long as it doesn’t get infected which it hasn’t there is no need for anymore antibiotics.

My other fear for our little darling is him around others; I told Hubby that I worry and when he had been so incredible up until then. Scary and we have no idea what changed, he has been sick with stomach problems twice but we took care of them both times and they had different causes and he is off all meds now.

All in all, I have been getting screwed it appears every time we try to do the right thing, and yes Gus did growl at Hubby, but Hubby is faster.

Andrew was two months old when we got him and eight years old for his incident and of course being a collie Shepard mix much larger so more damage… (A refugee from Hurricane Andrew 1992)

Gosh, what would you do?

He, Gus, is fine when fully awake.

Although, that first vet had to muzzle him since he, Gus, went after him when he tried to take his temperature and that could have been the catalyst since my getting bitten and everything else happened after? Who knows...?

On that note of hope, hope, hope, what else have we got?

Allow me to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share all those overages with you know who and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!