I really had what was shaping up to be a nice quiet day today. This afternoon I watched a documentary about Marvin Hamlisch (whose work I love.)
Then the mail came, and with it another payment request from that wretched lab that has been haunting me. Medicare assures me that this bill is not my responsibility. I’m surprised that you did not hear me scream (no matter how far away you are). This has all the earmarks of a cursed transaction.
I just did not have the heart to call medicare yet again, so I will just postpone that until tomorrow. Will no one rid me of this meddlesome lab? (to misquote Shakespeare). They are coming back more times than the mummy. What I don’t want is for them to put me into collections, because I have a superb credit rating and I want to keep it that way.
Boy am I mad. I will also call the lab tomorrow too. I just sent them a copy of Lee’s death certificate. To yet another address, this one in Texas. They probably lost it.
Sorry for the rant, but I’m not in the best frame of mind right now.
Tomorrow I’ll talk a bit more about Marvin Hamlisch and the great volunteer work he did in the last decade of his life, traveling and conducting local symphony orchestras at his own expense to keep the really good old popular music alive.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
The same thing happened to me when my husband died while in hospice. I was told to just disregard the bills and they will be taken care of without hurting my credit rating, and I guess it was true. My husband died in 2006 though so I don’t know what may have changed since then.