Nance Crawford

It’s been crazy. Still in emergency mode. Truly scary stuff. Everybody who hears about it says, “But this is America!” Yup. Geographically. But this is the West. The Wild West, in at least one place to our northeast. Gearing up to let you know. Still talking to lawyers.

Oh, just didn’t want to leave you hanging on the almost-denouement of the Adventure in Trauma Room 1.

Just got two Explanations of Benefits from my insurer, Anthem Blue Cross. I think I am taking back every single unkind thought that has flitted through my head while writing my monthly supplemental insurance check.

The bill submitted by Northridge Hospital totals $52,104.00.

Anthem has told them to go back to the drawing board and submit properly, under Medicare Guidelines. Anthem has told me I am not responsible for any part of the bill.

I should hope not - not even the three $.01 charges for Occupational Therapy (is that what they call going down the hall to the restroom?) or the $957.00 for drugs I don’t recall taking (maybe one of them knocked out the memory).

On the other hand, the Explanation of Benefits for the three instances of Cardiovascular Service totaling $610.00 were paid in full: $162.35. Anthem tells me I have saved $447.65 and owe nothing more.

 I’m still trying to recall three instances of Cardiovascular Service above the (billed separately) two charges for Nuclear Medicine (ten grand plus) and the MRI.

Ah, the glories of contemporary witch-doctory.

No charge for investigating a pinched nerve.