hydrophobia's not so bad, considering...

For once I'm not having a problem with the insurance company, I'm having a problem with the hospital. I got a letter from them the other day saying they had already billed my insurance but that I still owed them almost six hundred dollars for the first round of rabies shots.

Six hundred dollars.

The first round.

Oh, hell no.

I called my insurance company first and the woman I spoke with was just as outraged as I was. Heh.

Then called the collections department for the hospital and wasted almost half an hour of my life trying to explain in-network benefits to the moron on the other end of the line. Turns out the first round of shots, just the first round, cost $1400. Now, since the whole series of shots just cost around $700, that means the hospital more than doubled the price just for the pleasure of sticking it in. If I didn't have health insurance I would have been well and truly screwed.

In hindsight, what I really find most disgusting is the one doctor who tried so hard to get me to come back to the hospital for the rest of the shots (four more treatments), telling me that Patient First is a horrible place, and my insurance probably woudln't recognize them, and it was all about politics there. Huh, I didn't know doctors worked on commission.

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Whee!

I have now turned my mother into a Viggo pervfan. :D

It took a little while. I started off with the letter he put up on Perceval Press calling for the impeachment of Bush. Then, I followed that up with little snippits of info (you know he speaks three languages fluently, and he's taking some time off from filming so he can be with his son during his Senior year of high school...). I then showed her the Charlie Rose interview - oh yeah, baby, my little liberal heart was beating overtime with that one. *bg* We watched his spot on The Daily Show together, and yesterday I took her - without one peep of protest - to see A History of Violence.

Oh my.

Amazing movie. One of the best, in my opinion, in a very long time.

So, first proof that Mom is now a Viggo pervfan-

Mom: I want to see it again.
Me: Really?
Mom: So much of his performance was in his face, in his eyes... I need to see it again.
Me: *silently cackles at plan coming to fruition*

More proof-

Mom: Full frontal?!
Me: Oh, yeah.
Mom: You have that movie at the house, right?
Me: *eg*

Still more proof-

Me: He was in G.I. Jane too.
Mom: Oh, I really don't need to see that movie.
Me: He's in short shorts for a good deal of the film.
Mom: I really think I need to see that movie.