A sign.

Mr. MM and I have spent some extra quality time in the health-care system in the last three months after a long stretch of quiet.

Between Mr. MM's broken gut which was adhesions and hugified gall-stones and surgery, and my undiagnosed broken gut, we have racked up some serious bills with our health insurer.   (Sorry about that, but is this not why we pay for private health insurance, and have done so since the age of... 17?)

We have also apparently incurred some unpaid bills, which are now starting to trickle in.  

In the mail yesterday, our local hospital sent one bill for insurance unpaid fees from Mr's gall-bladder surgery.  

He owes several hundreds of dollars for the procedure, after our insurer paid their portion.

Along with this bill, which is one of many, came this little slip of paper from the hospital:

Sure.

We're supposed to blindly take your demand.  Okay! Let me go get the check book!  No.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Wait.  We file taxes tomorrow.  We don't GET a refund this year.

In fact, I likely owe money to the State and Federal Government.  You want me to dig $850.00 out of my "tax refund?" when I've got to pay?   I was not planning for a broken gut.  Had I?  Maybe we would have planned better -- but who does?

Now, this is just one bill, from one visit.  

I've been to this hospital twice, and to my hospital twice, SINCE his two visits.  *does the math* And, if I also require a little "maintence" surgery on my gut in a few weeks?  Oh. Boy!  We are going to be rollin' in bills.

Oh.  Welcome back to the black hole of DEBT!

PS.  Will sell my gut, brain, and what-have-you for medical bills.

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