Saturday, January 21, 2017
Bureaucracy Oy!
-Your Prostate Claim refused
because you're Female.
-Not last time I looked.
-Oh? Then I'll put you down as
Claims Male.
-Do that!
-However, we have a route for
immediate payment.
-Better yet!
-The Cralzer-Demsel Index of
Sexuality. You have CDI of 61.
That's male enough for payment.
-But I'll still be Female in your records?
-No action and you'll revert to Male.
-No Action is my middle name!
-We still have one piece of business, however.
You'll be using your CDI as a BC.
-Pardon?
-Bureaucratic Convenience, while your original maleness gets settled.
-I don't know...
-Got the stamp right here. BC!
-Okay, use it.
-Done!
-Wow! You are one loud stamper!
-Known for it!
Labels: bureaucracy, claim, insurance claim, medical insurance
Saturday, September 19, 2015
A Nice Story
...no, really
When Jer’s embarrassing disease struck, he went to the
hospital clinic.
There, Dr Arnols treated him with the standard protocols.
And the candystripers giggled.
He missed a day at work, and his assistant foreman, Alan,
took over.
The trucks were loaded and unloaded efficiently.
On a followup visit to the clinic, the candystipers became
sweet and caring.
Alan: “What can you expect? Unpredictable. They’re
Apprentice Women!”
Definitely no apprentice, Ginnie Rockham, of Personnel,
had dropped into the hospital and silenced the girls.
Her main quarrel was the vague number assigned to
Jer’s disease. The insurance company would never
pay the claim.
It was almost as if the hospital also embarrassed.
Well, Ginnie Rockham wasn’t! And the new number designated
more specifically.
She went to the loading platform and informed Jer, and would
have nothing to do with any embarrassment whatsoever.
“Let’s grow up!” she admonished. “What else do we have to do?”
Well, there was something. A cursory look at personnel files
in Jer’s office engendered her disgust.
Thereafter she dropped by an hour a day to instruct Jer and
Alan. The main problem was that the old cards had been
scanned haphazardly into the computer. At her last visit,
she brought an IT woman, Belle Destiny-Grassley. The Destiny
had been her husband’s name, who met his in Iraq.
“I’m the walking wounded!” she warned Alan when he asked
her out a week later. “It won’t be a barrel of laughs.”
Meanwhile, Ginny invited Jer to a family picnic. “You’re the
only self-effacing man I’ve ever met.”
Other dates followed, for both men.
“You know,” Jer told Alan in a slack time, when the just-
unloaded trucks shimmered in heat, “I’m popular. Me!
With her family. I can’t get over it!”
Her Uncle Merilwill, “Murl,” finally returned an Eagles cap
he had forgotten at that initial picnic, and the men
discussed that team a full two hours.”
Jer apologized at having only beer and cheese crackers in
the apartment, but Murl proclaimed: “But the company
is Porterhouse and caviar!”
Jer shrugged. “He likes me. They all like me. And Ginny
would kill another woman!”
Alan admitted it couldn’t go better with “Ole Destiny” also.
Culture Vultures, they had hit every play and concert and
poetry reading they could find.
Then, both men stared at the shimmering trucks a full minute.
“A day at a time!” they simultaneous blurted.
Labels: Culture Vultures, day at a time, Destiny, disease, embarrassing, embarrassing disease, medical insurance, Romance
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
DPs
Promises and Ironies
As they had warned: Death Panels!
My neighborhood friend, Horkie, entered before me.
So, I waited.
“Oh yeah! Fuckin Republicans were against it, and
now that’s all that’s on the stupid committee!” he
sneered leaving.
Squeezed between two guards, shoes scuffing.
My keeper out flirting with the receptionist, I took off!
Like a big-assed bird, we said as kids.
That Fun Time! Before knowing real hypocrites.
Labels: Death Panel, Government Health Insurance, hypocrisy, medical insurance, political hypocrisy, Republican
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Working Pride
Nice Party!
Celebrating the firing of Heppy.
Last of our gang to have a real job.
We get the whole thing catered, thus
can concentrate on drinking.
The bartender a contractor too, and tells
Heppy he can get him on.
At most gigs they do, it's just twisting off
beer bottle caps.
But our hero drunk by then, maintains he’s
an artist!
Laugh of the evening!
Not that he's not.
But, still, laugh of the evening.
Labels: Cobra, contractor, employment picture, full time, job with benefits, medical insurance, part time, worker exploitation
Friday, February 06, 2015
The Collection
PATIENT
Explosive diarrhea and vomiting.
Followed by an obsessive desire
to sing the Candyman song.
PHYSICIAN
You're in luck! Your insurance
company just issued a code for
all of that.
PATIENT
Great! Otherwise this visit'd cost
me a thousand.
PHYSICIAN
Give or take.
PATIENT
Just out of curiosity, is there a Medicare
code too?
PHYSICIAN
Who gives a shit about those leeches?
They’re at Death's Door anyhow.
PATIENT
Nice collection of ceramic elephants you
got here.
PHYSICIAN
Make the office homey.
Labels: insurance, insurance codes, medical insurance, medicare, Republican
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Money Never Sleeps
Discrimination
-The Republicans’ll never give up in destroying Obamacare.
-That’s cuz Money never gives up!
-But the insurance companies will tremendously
benefit! That’s Money.
-Other Money trumps.
-Why?
-Idealism.
-Take that word and shove it up your ass!
-Already there.
Labels: medical insurance, money, Obamacare., politics, Republican
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
The Pool of Grim Price
Always a private pool
you can get into,
thus reducing your costs
through competition.
Ah yes, the beloved horn-
swaggle of privatization,
where you eventually pay more
than under bumbling government.
“But only because you forgot to factor
in a and b,” maintain accountancy shills.
Or c? Enabling Enchiladas buying whores
buttercreams forever.
Always a private pool
you can get into,
thus reducing your costs
through competition.
Ah yes, the beloved horn-
swaggle of privatization,
where you eventually pay more
than under bumbling government.
“But only because you forgot to factor
in a and b,” maintain accountancy shills.
Or c? Enabling Enchiladas buying whores
buttercreams forever.
Labels: capitalistic corruption, corruption, medical insurance, privatization
Monday, October 26, 2009
Noblesse Oblige, True, Truer, Truest
It's easy not
to wait in pain,
Pronouncing THEY can
always go to the Emergency Room.
It's easy not
to wait in pain,
Pronouncing THEY can
always go to the Emergency Room.
Labels: medical care, medical insurance
