A Break From Dormancy

It's been a pretty slow month here at I Am A Bug (which you've probably deduced for yourself from the number of posts in the last four weeks), but now that I am year older and the weather has finally stabilized into true summer, this feels like as good a time as any to say "hello" once again.

First and foremost, "Chuck"'s fate remains undetermined at this hour. There are three possible scenarios:

1. He broke up and passed and I had no idea it happened.
2. He didn't break up, but still passed and I had no idea it happened.
3. He is still down there, living rent-free, and therefore owes it to me to get a job. I could use the help on the financial tip.

While we're on that angle, my current financial situation after last month's drama remains in a state of flux. A week after the "Chuck" incident, I was mailed a "Hi, can we help?" form letter that offered financial assistance and quoted me a fairly enormous figure (not including ambulance costs) that was coming my way. That figure was a third larger than the amount that sent me into a monetary tailspin when my car went to Hell in a handbasket last summer (said car has not been helping things lately, I might add), and I quickly contacted these people by phone and was summarily mailed a follow-up form to fill out and mail back at them.

This little rigamarole was completed three weeks ago, and I have yet to hear back on the status of that claim (which I suspect may be in doubt thanks to some money my Dad tucked away when I was a teenager that I've been paying taxes on for a years). In the meantime (say, a week later), the dreaded hospital bill arrived and to my considerable surprise was about ten times less than the whopper I'd been expecting and whose only itemization was in the vague form of "evaluation and management." With no apparent due date, or any clue of a larger total (or subsequent payments down the line), I've been sitting on this bill for a couple of weeks debating whether to metaphorically rustle the hornet's nest or not. I suspect at this point that the best option is to re-establish contact with the financial aid people and check on the status of my claim (does the following line that reads "Services billed to Medicaid Ohio" mean that everything is hunky dory?) and then proceed from there. Should be interesting no matter how that pans out.

I also just received the ambulance bill from the City Of Willowick. At $460, this was the most expensive two-mile ride of my lifetime (and one which I bitterly regret lemme tell you), and I have been advised to call the department from which this came and plead poverty and then see what happens, as the possibility exists that this rather amazing total is aimed squarely at an insurance company and not a lower-class retail worm like myself.

Aside that still-developing situation, life has been pretty blessedly routine (*knock on wood*), and hopefully stays that way for the next couple of months (it can't hurt to beg for small favors). Assuming that I manage to duck a financial haymaker (i.e., pay only a few hundred bucks and walk away), things should be on the upturn around here once again, and right about now that is all I can ask for. If not...well, we'll just cross that bridge when we come to it, eh?