New Horror 2022 – Day 27

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“A Ghost Story” by Mark Twain (1870)
“Then it occurred to me to come over the way and haunt this
place a little.”

Twain does it again with a welcome satirical break in the so serious streak of short stories I’d been reading.

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“Chemical 13!” by Michael Woods & Saskia Gutekunst (2009)
“Everything is fine.”

Comeuppance stories about Nazis getting the wrath they deserve don’t hit the same anymore, not when they are just still around in daily life.

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The Mafu Cage dir. Karen Arthur (1978)
“Do not smile during a sacred ritual.”

Whoa, Carol Kane. I mean I know she has horror chops from last year’s viewing of Office Killer, but that was still leaning into her comedic sensibilities. This is before Taxi and Kane gets to stretch more in this intense story about familial obsession.

naamahdarling:

gonkmlm:

prolifeproliberty:

luvlydoll:

tilthat:

Til it costs $32,093 to have a normal vaginal birth in the United States, and $50,000 for a cesarian. Not to mention $40 to hold your newborn after birth, $10 a day to use the telephone, $25 for an extra pillow. 🥺

via reddit.com

I’m due in June

These costs all vary by hospital, and they’re all massively inflated. They’re part of complex negotiations between the hospital and the insurance company, and they’re a scam.

The hospital puts all these little charges together to “justify” a giant bill. Then they “lower” those costs to what they’ve already agreed on with your insurance company. The insurance company then tells you “look how much we reduced your bill by our negotiating!” and then pays some portion of that bill and passes the rest on to you, depending on your deductibles and so on.

If you have no insurance, you don’t get the benefit of the “negotiated” price – they keep the price that high as part of a deal with insurance companies who are trying to justify why you should pay them so much in premiums every month. If out of pocket patients paid less, nobody would get insurance.

We need price transparency where hospitals have to publish these costs and make them available to everyone. We need to be able to call people out when they charge $20 for a tissue and $30 for a band-aid. We also need to be able to compare prices and choose hospitals that give us the best balance of cost and quality. 

We also need to stop acting like giving everyone health insurance is the solution to our broken healthcare system. The insurance companies are the ones who broke it. 

If you are facing a big bill after a hospital stay, whether for giving birth or for anything else, here are some ways to reduce that bill.

1. If you have insurance, call them and ask for an explanation of what they didn’t cover. The person will probably not have one for you. Say you are not willing to pay a bill if they can’t explain why you owe it. The insurance company will sometimes re-submit the claim and cover more of your cost. 

2. Call the hospital billing department and ask for an itemized bill. This alone may reduce the cost somewhat because they were overcharging you to begin with. 

3. When you get the itemized bill, go through it. Highlight any items that seem exceptionally overpriced or even that don’t apply to your visit (a medication you didn’t receive, a procedure that wasn’t done, etc.)

4. Call the hospital billing department back and go through the itemized bill, asking for clarification on all the items you flagged. They may remove items or reduce the cost.

5. Explain that you are unable to pay your bill in full and ask about a settlement or payment options. Sometimes the hospital will be willing to take a significantly lower amount if you can pay all at once, or you can get a payment plan with no interest that is feasible for you. 

This is based on how my husband has been fighting medical bills for the last couple of years. He has a chronic illness and has frequent appointments, procedures, tests, etc. He frequently gets large bills and then negotiates them down to much smaller ones, or in some cases has gotten bills dismissed completely. 

He says that calling the billing department and the insurance company and simply asking them to explain the charges makes a huge difference every time, because the person on the phone almost never has an explanation for why the bill is so high. 

You ARE being overcharged, and you don’t have to just deal with it. You can fight back!

this,,, thank you this is going to be so fucking helpful

I’m gonna give you something actionable.

If you are in trouble and need help navigating the confusing hellscape of medical billing, these people may be able to help you a lot.

From their site:

  • We can submit an application to the hospital on your behalf.  
  • We’ll collect your financial information using our secure application form and handle all the initial paperwork.
  • It typically takes us about 4 – 8 weeks to submit your application.
  • Once we have submitted your application, we’ll let you know and send you instructions for following up with the hospital.
  • 2) We can give you instructions, tips and tools to submit the financial assistance application on your own.  
  • We’ll send you emails with instructions for every step of the process.
  • You can email us anytime with questions or for extra help.
  • You can get your application submitted as fast as you want – even today.

That’s immense for someone who has few emotional resources to deal with red tape. Like sick, disabled, or neurodivergent people, new parents, caretakers, etc.

If you are a social worker, add this resource to your resource list IMMEDIATELY. That little sheaf of endlessly copied phone numbers, mostly out of date, could use some updating, don’t you think?

This shit saves lives. Suicide rates are EIGHT TIMES HIGHER for people in debt. For God’s sake, raise a light to maybe help ease the burden.

Spread this with love.

pussypopstiel:

My favorite activities include consuming media and trying really hard to not think about the void, you know the one.

bidonica:

kaijuno:

pitbullmabari:

cisphobiccommunistopinions:

congruentepitheton:

Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.

Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.

His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.

I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.

i appreciate brickaday

chaotic good

My grandpa once told me he worked with a guy called Scrappy at General Motors back in the 50s. Every few days he would wheelbarrow out metal shavings and the foreman was convinced he was stealing things and hiding them in the scrap metal to get it out of the factory. But every time they’d go through the scrap they’d find nothing. He was stealing the wheelbarrows.

One of my late grandfather’s friends was called Salami because he used to steal salami and cured meats so I’m seeing a pattern here

smolfroglesbian:

hot2go:

arthoesunshine:

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal

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“When I am feeling dreary, annoyed, and generally unimpressed by life, I imagine what it would be like to come back to this world for just a day after having been dead. I imagine how sentimental I would feel about the very things I once found stupid, hateful, or mundane. Oh, there’s a light switch! I haven’t seen a light switch in so long! I didn’t realize how much I missed light switches! Oh! Oh! and look – the stairs up to our front porch are still completely cracked! Hello, cracks! Let me get a good look at you. And there’s my neighbor, standing there, fantastically alive, just the same, still punctuating her sentences with you know what I’m saying? Why did that used to bother me? It’s so … endearing.

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