I’ll steal Adam Sandler’s famous lines today.
Despite getting some persimmons and eating a slice of pumpkin pie, which I was craving for the past for two days, my delight of a somewhat good day has been sullied by my medical bills.
Let’s play the Visa Commercial game:
1. Ambulance ride to hospital: $1274, $17 of it is gas mileage. The rest is bullshit because all they did was take my blood pressure and give me a rag to wipe my bloody face with.
2. Sharp Bill by the numbers:
Radiology: $8K (one Cat Scan, and an X-Ray)
ER Services: $2K (Blood pressure, one pill of vicodin, a TdAp, oh and you hooked me up to some machines, oh and told me about my fractured nose)
Pharmacy: $565 (Not sure why, I took my prescription to Walgreens?)
Having a story to tell everyone and dealing with all the headaches that came out of this incident and bill: Legendarily Priceless (I think).
One thing I do know is, I don’t regret it because my actions because they were justified and with righteous intent.