I think J.Kb. is somewhere in Dubai playing the casinos and consorting with vixen women while taking a break from work.  Myself I had the pleasure of trying to get an MRI today and I swear to little angels that some in the medical industry test my patience.

I should have known this place was going to be an issue when the called me 24 hours before and said they did not have authorization from the specialist to charge the insurance. Never heard that before, but I am not all-knowing about medical billing so I call the insurance company about it: They never heard of that either. In fact they said the only thing I had to do was to show up to the location with ID and the insurance card. I called the MRI facility again and they insisted the specialist had to do it so I gave him a call and, of course, they don’t know wtf is the MRI facility talking about but they would give them a call anyway.

This morning, I call the MRI facility to confirm the appointment is still good and no problems with the insurance. All OK sir! Come on over!.. and I did 15 minutes before my scheduled appointment to fill any paperwork.  ID and insurance car presented, A-OK and asked me to sit and wait. About an hour later the front office lady comes with hair on fire complaining that the labs required for the MRI were never sent by the doctors! I happened to have a copy of them in my phone and asked her if they will do. She blinked hard and she said “I guess”. I sent he a copy, printed it and she rushed to the back to show the tech who gave approval. “You can sit now sir. It won’t be long.”

Two hours later and after finishing 2 podcasts (Downrange Radio and Pro Arms Podcast) I decided that I must be a wee bit less nice. I complained, very politely, to the office people who three hours was too much and they promised me that I was going to be the next one in about 10 minutes…and I was finally called.

Now folks, I am a man of wide berth, chunky, fat, whatever. And I tell you, I don’t camouflage well, you can see it. Buy somehow the personnel at the location did not figure out that they old crappy machines (including an “open MRI”) could not deal with my awesomeness and fullness. I had enough, I was starving and thirsty, my back was murdering me and my good nature dropped immediately. Apparently I went from “Happy Santa” face to what my wife calls “I practice cannibalism for fun and profit. Ask me how.” and I told the tech (in a very polite and calm voice) and admins that I was cancelling the MRI, that the place was an administrative disaster and that it was my hope that they would not dare to bill anybody for this clusterfuck.

By the time I got home, by back was screaming for the removal of the spinal cord or at least a couple of Motrin (I don’t do the hard shit. I hate being under the influence) and a long rest on the recliner. Tomorrow I’ll find another place and hope they are not as fucked up as this people. How fucked up? When I was leaving, I found out that another lady in the waiting room who had to be at least on the big side of 80 had been waiting 40 minutes before my arrival and was still not taken care of: They simply misplaced her paperwork. The poor woman had been there, no food, no water for four hours.

Mother F…..

Sorry for venting. I’ll post something regular later or tomorrow.