Character Confession: I’d Drag My Feet but I’d Probably Have to File a Claim
Saturday! I hope it means sleep in day, but it also means I share my Character Confession.
Back in September I wrote about “Second verse, same as the first” because I continue to face situations that seem an awful like other things I’ve been through that I didn’t want to endure the first time, let alone a second or third.
Well, I’m still struggling. One of the issues I mentioned in that post is something I have to deal with. And I don’t want to.
Insurance.
Years ago I spent a better part of a year and the death of a printer sorting out health insurance denials, appeals, rejections, and a lot of fear and bitterness on my part. When we switched companies I danced. I saw their ad on sports stadiums and shuddered. The mere look at their name made me angry, but yay, I never had to work with them again.
Until the next year when my husband’s employer told us that was our only choice for healthcare.
More than that, they switched the Flexcard provider to one who messed up nearly all employee funds the first week of that year. Although they apologized, I had a “I’m watching you” attitude about it. Why fix what wasn’t broke, I liked the previous company better.
And then that Flexcard company flags every single transaction. Never mind the transaction bears the name of your eye care provider and a detailed summary of buying glasses, I still had to make a copy of every receipt, collect them, and send them in.
I get very worked up and upset over the whole thing, although grateful for insurance. I am, but, I’m still scared about it all.
Right now I’m dealing with a claim that every single time we’ve had lab work done, we owed less than $20. Since August I’ve been fighting a $500 bill for the same procedures. It’s tiring and only feeds my anxiety.
I also have to sort through dental claims to prove the ortho payment we used on the Flexcard is real. It’s taking me awhile to track down and figure out, so already the card is frozen until I prove it.
And that’s where I am. I’ve put it out there, and I’ve been praying.
But I know in heaven there is no paperwork, no insurance claims, audits, or the red tape that comes with it.
And I can’t wait to get there and enjoy that promise for eternity!
