I'm giving myself 30 more minutes...

...to be a couch potato. Why, you may ask? Well, my head feels like it is about to pop off! I have had a headache alllllll day, which was made $152 worse when I checked the mail and received the doctor's bill for my bloated foot. I went to American Family Care (a.k.a. crooks-in-the-box) that day because my usual medical professional had gone home, and now, I wish I had just iced up and hunkered down until the next business day. I couldn't believe what I was reading...not only did they charge me $100 for the office visit, (and by "visit," they must mean making me wait 30 minutes to be seen while they talked about Wii games in the hallway, then come in, poke on my foot and declare tendonitis) but I am also expected to pay for "surgery" and "equipment." Wha?!

I called their office and calmly asked what kind of surgery prodding a few bones or whatever is, which was rudely met by a loud sigh and "What's the name?" by the obviously ready-to-go-home lady on the other end of the line. She informed me that the said surgery was for the nurse putting the brace on. I wanted to laugh...my husband was actually the one that put the boot on for me, because the girl had no idea (and even said so) how to lace it up. So I guess I should pay him $66 and call him Dr. JD since he apparently performed surgery. Impressive, babe!

And the "equipment" that they say costs $100 was WAY too big for me, so we had to go buy a smaller one anyway, which was the same brand and less than $30. Needless to say, even though insurance paid for part of the charges, I feel completely robbed. The receptionist gave me the number to the corporate office, who she said is actually the culprit for this ridiculous bill, but it was past office hours when I tried to reach them. I’m sure I’ll get some yada yada explanation and ultimately be told there’s nothing they can do, which seems to be the preferred phrase of most companies these days. (Credit cards being at the absolute top of my loath list)

My head is actually starting to feel better, probably thanks to two Excedrin and this hefty rant, so I guess I should release the rest of my frustration on the elliptical. I just hope it doesn’t charge me per calorie.