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So, do you ever think you could get better health care from Dexter Morgan than from your own local Emergency Room at your Local Hospital?

You walk into the ER, you expect Noah Wyle to come rushing to your aide after being insulted by the hot nurse of the day, better yet get me the cute doctor chick from Private Practice, “yes that spot does hurt a little”. Instead, you get sent to be “triaged” where you find out you blood pressure is 139 over 85, (you wonder how how you have not exploded as of yet) and that though you are a level 3 trauma, there are people who have been there since 3 who have not been seen.

I seriously thought about barfing on his shoes to show my undying gratitude and devotion for his medical professionalism.

“I did not want to give you false hope of being seen right away.” I looked at Erika, and right in front of him, said maybe we should go somewhere else, maybe we should go home, something; this place is not going to make me feel better.

We left, went back to the parking space, the one we drove around for 15 minutes for, the second place we were looking at, the first spot a care that stated boldly “medical response vehicle” pulled up directly facing us after we had our blinker on, and turned his on. a true match of wills, the whose dick is bigger, the pissing match to end all pissing matches, and Erika sat there blinker on, looking straight ahead, that old guy thinking he was going to get between me and my health care…not as long as Erika has anything to do with it. Her super powers proven, we denied the elixir of life from my home lunar body to heal me; we set out for our next star base destination.
RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET.

No, I am not fucking kidding. There are 3 hospitals in a 3 block area, no shit. so Erika gets us there, we check in, they tell us it might be a few minutes, they have 15 people waiting, they get me triaged, registered, and into a private glass enclosed quiet room, in less than 25 minutes, I saw a doctor less than 15 minutes later and they APPOLOGIZED because it took so long! All is going well, they treat me, the medications don’t work as well as I would like, they give me something else. I feel better; I am getting ready to go home, I have no complaints about this place at all...and WHAM.

A woman comes in and tells us before I leave I need to pay before I can go. Now, for those who don’t know me, I have a migraine issue, I go to the ER more than once a year, so already met my yearly out of pocket maximum. I KNOW THIS! I FUCKING KNOW THIS because I JUST TALKED TO MY INSURANCE CARRIER THAT AFTERNOON! And she won’t take my word for it. I have never in my life been hit up for $100 before I left an ER, I have insurance, if I did not, it might be something different, but they did not even file with them yet, how would they even know if I would owe anything. When I challenged the lady about it, and asked how we would get the money back if the insurance paid it all, she looked like a deer in the headlights of a car, she did not have an answer, said I would have to talk to the insurance company. I said we were not paying anything. She left, I told E that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard.

Next time my regular hospital is busy I will just make my way to Miami. I bet Dexter will be more than happy to help me out…If I satisfy the “Code of Harry “that is.

Happy hunting all…

Angie