Good to know — it’s just frustrating that we have to deal with this at all, due to fuck-ups at both SFGH Billing and BC/BS. I mean, back in February I mailed a copy of the IRS document we got to prove to the hospital that we were, in fact, covered, despite what they heard from the insurance company, but I got no…

This is good information -- but I thought that if the medical event was an emergency (as it was for my husband) that the whole out-of-network nonsense didn't apply? 

Yes -- a good old-fashioned flounce. Always a source of amusement.

Update: called BC/BS and was told that “in the notes” they see that they are waiting for the bill with the coding. When I pointed out that we emailed them this information on July 14, they said it can take 30 days to wind through the review process. Oy vey.

I long to see that God-bothering lickspittle in jail.

Last summer, my husband fainted on an escalator in a hotel in San Francisco. He woke up in a CT scanner at San Francisco General Hospital. He had a skull fracture.

I was thinking Diana’s fingers reaching out from the grave.

Birthday parties at work are the weirdest thing. Are you all fucking toddlers? Take the birthday person to lunch or buy them a drink after hours. Sheesh.

I live for the day Ivanka shaves her noggin and screams at the paps.

But does Katy Perry shit in the woods?

Ah, but was there money laundering? And enjoyment of “water festivities”?

Midge was the worst Barbie. We’d play dolls with my sister’s friend Heidi, and she’d be the princess Barbie and we’d be stuck with Midges, as handmaidens.

It's because he has Harvey Levin et al at TMZ on speed dial. Such a numbnut move.

I'm surprised he didn't roll up wearing one of those dumbass MAGA hats, or insist on scrawling his autograph on one of the oil paintings of her ancestors.

I don't have an opinion on the necklace, but if AG is the greatest person Pete Davidson knows, he needs to get out more. 

I'm surprised he didn't say something about young black men needing to pull up their pants. 

OMG -- I saw that documentary. Jon Peters is such a moron. And that bit about the spiders? Oy yoy yoy. Why no one ever called him on his bullshit astonishes me.

I thought the tape wasn't of The Mandarin-colored Menace peeing on hookers, but of hookers peeing on the bed while Orange Julius Caesar looked on approvingly?

Wowser! I forgot about that.