University of Mississippi Medical Center's billing office can kiss my foot. After I've taken a really long walk in flip-flops in the French Quarter right after a rainy day during Carnival. And a bum pees on my foot. Then I step in a pile of spicy mustard.
I just typed out a really long post explaining everything, but none of it matters. There has been a bill that's been haunting me for a year and a half, because UMC cannot be bothered to file a claim to my insurance company under the correct tax ID number. I've told them EXACTLY what number they need, and have been told repeatedly that "it'll be taken care of." Yet after many many many months of not hearing from them at all, and stupidly assuming it'd been "taken care of," I got a call this morning from a very nice lady at a collections agency asking me to pay $65. No. No I won't. If you'd told me a year and a half ago that I'd be fighting this freaking long, I'd have paid it and avoided the hassle. If UMC would file the paperwork correctly, they'd get paid. That's all they need to do.
They need to send themselves to collections.
You may see me on the news tomorrow. I'll be the one at UMC's billing office singing rebellious rock anthems, like "We're Not Gonna Take It."
1 week ago