Blue Cross: Disorganization or Deception?

I am sitting down right now at the computer in the business center of my apartment building and praying. I am praying as I type this that I will have the clarity to explain to all of you and to the California Department of Managed Healthcare why Blue Cross of CA should be held accountable for their wreckless and dangerously disorganized practices at the very best…or at the very worst, their intentional deception and fraud perpetrated on consumers.

For those of you close to me, you know the battle I have waged over the last seven months with this company. It has been one thing after another. From not being able to verify coverage for me, to not being able to provide me with an in-network specialist…and now…

The short, non-detailed version of what I intend to convey to the CDMH is this: As a participant in in the High Deductible Health Plan (HDHP) that Blue Cross provides to Issa’s employer, we have a choice (being in a PPO) to select either in-network or out-of-network providers. Our deductible is higher for out-of-network (OON) providers, as is our maximum–and none of the money spent on OON providers counts towards our in-network providers meaning that we have a toally separate deductible liability to see the regular doctor for a headcold or for an emergency room visit.

Because I needed to see a specialist, and Blue Cross was unable to refer me to an in-network provider for close to two months, we decided that I should see one that was out-of-network. As it turned out, I required some minor surgery, to be completed at another OON facility where my OON physician had privileges.

When the facility called to verify benefits, the insurance company confirmed that we were covered…that X amount of our deductible had been met, and that the amount we would be owning for the procedure was X amount of money. I, myself, called later when more of our deductible had been met to try to determine how much would be due on the day of the surgery so that I didn’t overpay significantly since we had a number of medical bills being processed from my OON physician…AND since the amount we were paying was substantial I didn’t want to pay more than we had to.

Never once was I told that the maximum that would be paid for an out of netwrok “Ambulatory Surgical Proceedure” was 350.00 dollars. Never once was I refered to that section of my policy, never once was I informed that the balance…over 2400.00 would be my responsibility, would not count towards my deductible or maximum….

We operated under the impression that the procedure fell under “All other specialty procedures” for which the limit was 25,000 per lifetime!

So, I hope that was clear because there has been so much smoke and mirror type stuff on behalf of Blue Cross that there are far more confusing details that I chose to leave out but they leave my mind cloudy and uncertain of which details are important and which ones aren’t. As it stands I have the equivalent of a full-time job just trying to get the services I contracted for. What they have done is a crime, in my books…and it should be a crime to the rest of society as well.

Self Storage by Gayle Brandeis

I just finished this book yesterday. I actually started it while I was on bedrest recovering from some minor surgery but never got around to finishing it.  It was actually one of those books that I just couldn’t put down (and it is small enough to read in a day, for sure–if given your full concentration…) despite the fact that I did put it down and didn’t finish it until about a month after I started it.  I really can’t say enough about it.  I felt so strongly connected to the narratorin a way that has never been more aptly described than by the author Gayle Brandeis herself. She says that fiction allows us to “slip into others’ skin–to see through different eyes”. I think that is one of the key aspects of a book for me that makes it so memorable, so addictive…

As in the case of many of my other favorite books, I want to know the fate of the main character. I want to know what is going to happen because in that moment, when I am reading the book, I am the main character and I want to know my own fate. What will happen to me? Will my marriage survive?  Will my kids understand the choices I had to make when they are older…? Am I  doing the right thing?

Flan Parker lives in student housing on the campus of UC Riverside. Her husband is a Ph.D. student who seems to be floundering when it comes to finishing his dissertation and she has found a way to bring in extra income through self storage auctions.  People who have fallen into arrears have their items auctioned off to people like flan who generally use the items to sell at flea markets, on e-bay, or in their resale shops.  Flan is famous for her yardsales that keep the neighborhood of poor students in cookingware, clothing, and other household items…

One day, she finds a mysterious message in one of her storage units and it sets her off…two kids in tow…on a journey of both practical and personal discovery. Although she begins to find herself, her own personal inner strength and desire, it might come at great personal cost…

Ok, that’s about as ominous as I can get.

Overall, I give this book a big fat four stars.  The only reason it isn’t five is because there seems to be a little bit of an undeveloped subplot. I feel there is so much more that could have been done with, Julia, one of the minor characters that, as it stands…she was almost unnecessary….She didn’t tie in terribly well, but it wouldn’t have taken much for her to completely evolve the story to a five star level.   

If it floats….

So, I have a whole bunch of eggs in my fridge….it’s kind of the thing that I buy thinking I don’t have them, only to find out I have half a carton…and I never seem to get around to them before their expiration date, so inevitably I have eggs going into the trash.  Well, it just so happens that I inadvertently overbought eggs by a carton and a half last week and now I have half a carton of eggs that have passed their “sell by” date.  Since I have pretty much had it up to ”here” (she said, pointing to her chin) with throwing out eggs that may or may not be any good, I decided to figure out if there was some sort of standard of freshness…a smell, a look…I don’t know, something ANYTHING…it seems like the turn around is soo fast and eggs aren’t cheap, you know.

Alright, so I googled…and guess what!? There IS a way!

You can tell if an egg is fresh by putting it in water.  Fresh eggs will sink to the bottom, while not-fresh eggs will float. Eggs that floatish (i.e. bob around) are semi-fresh and apparently are still suitable for use….

So, there you go! Now you know.

 

A proud dog-mom moment…

So, today we took the girls to the bark park…Despite our long(er) walks everyday, I felt like they should get some good exercise that just isn’t possible especially since we have been so busy lately…so, we loaded up our barking, drooling, messes…and headed out. 

Now, before I tell you about the proud moment…I will say that, in the past, our girls haven’t been the best behaved animals. I mean they weren’t badly behaved, just not well behaved…somewhere in the middle.  Despite our best efforts, we simply weren’t speaking “dog”. 

Anyways, lately, we have been watching the Dog Whisperer (Cesar Milan) on Animal Planet (now on National Geographic Channel) and we have gained some valuable insight as to how better control our pups.  Did I say valuable? I mean *priceless*…

One of the most important things we’ve learned is that when entring a social situation, a dog who is unstable or imbalanced can throw off an otherwise calm and stable pack by acting erratically.  Now, I could be misquoting a bit, and I am sure I am…but from watching his show, I know that when my girls are overly excited going into a a dog park can be a resipe for disaster.  Ally expecially gets into a hyperactive state of mind, and will snap if a dog approaches her too quickly or too aggressively.  When they are calm and submissive, I can allow them to go in and introduce themselves by allowing other dogs to sniff them and they can sniff other dogs in a friendly and curious manner…

So, using some of Cesar Milan’s techniques, we were able to get the dogs to calm down enough to enter the dog park and conduct themselves in a friendly way… We remained calm, dominant and vigilant…

And then it happened, in much the way it always does, a crowd of dogs…one starts barking, another freaks out and within seconds there is a dog fight. It begins with two dogs, and doesn’t take but a few more seconds for pretty much the entire park to join in.  Usually, this means that Ally is barking wildly and her hackles are up….Erin is confused and cowering somewhere, and they are exacerbating the situation…

But not this time, no sir!

Those little ladies stayed perfectly calm. They ran right to us and watched without excitement or fear, just observers to the crazy fleabags losing their everloving minds. 

And this happened not once, but twice. The second time was WORST than the first with every Pit Bull and German Shepard and aggressive breed in the lot going at it.  It took THREE large men to pull the dogs apart and my ladies just looked at me like “Sheesh! What’s their problem?”

I couldn’t have been more proud. They listened to me and Issa so well…and we now feel like we can take them to the park more often now that we know what to do.  And that was my proud dog-mom moment.

Cree-py! Is the universe trying to tell me something?

I had to run out today to the grocery store and because I was only going to be gone for a few minutes, I didn’t bother to take my house keys or lock the door. I have two dogs and so I figure that since they FREAK out whenever even I come home that they would deter someone who was going to come in sans permission….I am ashamed to say this is kind of a common practice….Don’t come and rob me now, kay?
So, I pull into the driveway and I find a note curled up in my doorknob…either a take-out menu or a note from the property management telling us that the water will be shut down temporarily at such and such time…I get out of the car and pluck the note from its resting place:

“Dear Resident:

Please see the attached press release from the Newport Beach Police Department. We encourage you to call the number on the press release if you recognize anybody that fits the description - or see any other suspicious behavior.”

And so I look to the attached sheet…here is the e-version of what I found.

Ok, so if you read the description of what the guy did…it’s kind of funny:

On Sunday, June 22, at approximately 10:00 a.m., an unknown suspect entered an unlocked apartment in the 1700 block of Marguerite.  The suspect told the resident that he was on a fraternity scavenger hunt and had to dance for the resident.  Upon completing his dance, the suspect hugged the resident and placed his hand on her buttocks.  A similar incident occurred on April 12, 2008 in the 700 block of Begonia in Corona del Mar.  A similarly described suspect had entered the unlocked residence and told the residents he was in a fraternity and had to dance for them.  The suspect touched one of the resident’s hands prior to leaving.

Alright, so here’s the thing that really hit me: “an unknown suspect entered an unlocked apartment”

Got it. LOCK DOORS. Message received LOUD AND CLEAR. Thankyouverymuch.

But it doesn’t stop there…

So, I had left the television on for the girls while I was doing things today and when I returned, the show “It Takes a Thief” was on.  The show basically allows ex-thieves to break into someone’s house…the people agree to allow to have their house broken into, of course…it kind of tests their “security” or shows them how unsecured their home really is.  They get ransacked, crap gets broken…and their stuff? Gone!

Well, I walked into the living room in the midst of the “robbery”, and just as a woman walked unsuspectingly into the home where the “burglar” was hiding.  She was just walking around the house without a CLUE that the guy was still in there. EEK! OMG!  They showed him peering around the corner at her as she went on about her business.  SERIOUSLY!? CRAP!

Ok, I GET IT! Say no more! I-will-lock-the-door. What if that “robber” had been a “sexual predator”? I mean robbery is bad enough…As the robber later explained,  there was only one way in and one way out of this townhouse…if someone felt threatened by the person in the house, it could have been a lot worse…and there is only one way in and one way out of our home as well.

Needless to say, this was just the kick in the pants I needed to ramp up my personal security.

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It’s not TV, it’s birth control…

There are two new television shows this summer that I have been very excited to watch. One of them is “The Baby Borrowers” on NBC.  If you haven’t heard of it (which I am sure you have), the premise of the show is this: Five couples between the ages of 18 and 20 years old (most are 18 years old) are given a house and a kid (and one of them gets a job!)…for three days, they get a baby between 6 and 11 months, then they fast forward and get a toddler for three days, then three days of preteens and their pets, then teens for three days…and then, the elderly…

The premiere was on Wednesday of this week and I have to say that it was truly great! Issa was so annoyed when I recorded it on the DVR and fussed supreme when I insisted that we watch it, but he really got into it in the first couple of minutes–becoming exasperated by the ‘tudy teens “moms” and laughing his head off when one of the babies blew chunks.

One of the aspects that I didn’t particularly like is the real parents of the babies could step in at any time.  You know, these people aren’t “professionals”, they are parents who are just as likely as anyone else to make mistakes in the way that they handle things.  To allow them to come over with their nasty over-protective momtudes was not helpful.  I would have preferred to see the parents communicate with the ever present professional nannies and have the nannies communicate with the teen parents.  The harshness of these women was just the tipping point some of these couples needed to force them to give up even trying.  However, I will say that it almost seems that the real moms were told to be harsh to add to the stress of the already difficult scenario….

Example: One girl was feeling quite frustrated with her baby who wouldn’t eat because he was teething and feeling fussy.  Now, there are *some* child specialists who will say, when you kid is hungry–he/she will eat.  The real mom wanted baby kept on a strict schedule and was really pretty harsh on the girl when the girl gave up and said “Fine, starve!”…Well, we know the baby wasn’t going to starve…he was sucking on a bottle when the mom walked in…nevertheless the mother insisted she keep trying to feed the baby and didn’t seem to offer her any guidance beyond “Just make him eat”. That’s aggravating, and what’s more…as a nanny/future mom I am not sure force-feeding my child when they are hysterical and in pain would be my approach….

Nevertheless! This is an overall excellent social experiment, and while I doubt that it will prevent a 15 year old from getting knocked up, I think it takes the romanticism out of the notion that those borderline teens/adults might have when they *think* they are in a stable loving relationship (some of them seem to have critical relationship problems–especially the couple from GA) and during the honeymoon period it seems romantic to pop out a mini….For any young people in this age range, people who are smart enough to watch, smart enough to actually decide to try to get pregnant…this could be a good deterrent.

In sum, if you haven’t seen it, I suggest you check it out…you might decide its not for you but I have a feeling you might really enjoy it.

B of A

So, I really don’t want to turn this blog into a forum to assassinate businesses…however…after perusing Consumerist.com I came across this story.  Now, I just want to say AMEN! to this guy

I have long had a problem with B of A and anyone who knows me has heard my B of A rant. My problems with B of A are numerous and include but are not limited to the following FACTS:

  • Bank of AMERICA has OUTSOURCED many of their support positions to India. Now, call me crazy, but shouldn’t a bank with the specific designation “OF AMERICA” be “OF AMERICA”?  I mean I get that there are many places that have the name of a country in their title and have locations elsewhere but for business conducted in America, by an American Business, shouldn’t the citizens and the taxpayers and the customers in this country drive the benefit?? It’s just an example of their concern for the bottom line above anything else.
  • When I went to close my account with B of A, I was charged a fee…for closing my account in the bank.  Apparently, there was a fee for talking to a teller and when I closed my account I didn’t leave that 6 dollars or something insane in there. My closed account went into overdraft and I didn’t know because I moved and didn’t leave a forwarding address (Remember that I was closing my account? I did it cause I was MOVING).  It collected fee after fee after fee until it was in excess of 200 dollars. THEN my new account with another bank was frozen through ChexSystems for failure to pay an overdraft fee. I called my new bank and received a scary message: B of A had reported me to ChexSystems and as a result I would not be able to open a bank account for at least five years.  My money was frozen, checks were returned (like to the PIZZA joint and–oh yeah, my RENT) and B of A had the right to seize their money from my account before I was able to retrieve the balance. I called the 800 number and complained, getting nowhere…speaking to some Indian guy named “Spike” who was clearly reading from a cue card…and finally, in an out-and-out rage/panic I called corporate and begged and pleaded, because really I was, as a 20 year old college student, at their mercy.  After nearly a week of FREAKING out, I reached someone who was on his way out of the company and said that he would take care of it…and that he understood it was a mistake on THEIR part…and so it was corrected…but it could have been horrible had fate not intervened.

Just google B of A and complaints and you will see that I am not alone.  And for your consideration, here is a link to some of the best of B of A’s BS:

http://consumerist.com/consumer/banking/best-of-bank-of-america-274708.php

Oh, poop!

So, the other day I was in my car and listening to one of my favorite radio programs. Yes, I have favorite radio programs, don’t judge. The hosts like to rail against the idiocy of bureaucracy in both politics and the private sector…and as usual they had a small story they were using as sort of a “show opener”. Since it was local to me (and they are in L.A.) I thought it was interesting, and worth blogging about, in an effort to aid in the discussion about the availability of restrooms in commercial establishments…

The story goes a little something like this: A mother was with her 5-year-old daughter in Huntington Beach the other night and they stopped at Rocky Mountain Candy Company in the Bella Terra mall. While eating outside, the little girl was stricken by a case of explosive diarrhea and began “crying and screaming” to alert her mother of an impending disaster. The mother grabbed her daughter and ran into the store pleading with the employees to allow her little girl to use the ‘non-public’ restroom–they refused “multiple times” offering her no alternatives and lo-and-behold the child made good on her promise. She was forced to run across the way to a movie theater with both her daughter and herself covered in feces…

The day after the incident, the mother contacted the manager of the store and *this* is frankly where I get mad. The manager not only supported the decision of her employees, she also told the woman to “sue if it makes her happy” and when the mother threatened to use her connections to boycott the store, she laughed and said that she was “sure that would make [her] daughter very proud.”

Now, how obnoxious is that?! Ok, look…I will contend that after I have been pooped on, I am probably not the most pleasant or rational individual. I might even be a little snarky…but in my humble opinion, the onus is on the service provider to do their very best to attempt to provide excellent customer service, otherwise, there are PLENTY of other places that would be happy to have my business. So, while this mother could have been nasty and rude it wouldn’t have taken very much at all for the owner to say, “I am so terribly sorry for your trouble, please allow me to send you a gift certificate as an apology!” I can all but guarantee that this viral news story wouldn’t be an issue…in fact I venture to say it was the attitude *after* the fact that has caused the uproar.

Honestly, it just comes with the territory and ANYONE who has been in customer service knows this. If you don’t want to deal with the public, then don’t try to SELL STUFF to the PUBLIC! And hey, I am not saying anything about the drones they have working for them. If they are just reiterating company policy then so be it…but if you own or manage a store, this is YOUR decision…allow your employees and underlings to have some say-so…and RIGHT a WRONG!

Besides, being quite picky about my food, knowing a child had explosive diarrhea in their establishment…I wouldn’t even consider going there anyways. ICK!

Oh, so here’s the article…now it IS a franchise and I don’t believe in punishing the masses for the wrongs of a few but if you are ever in the Bella Terra mall and get a hankering for chocolate…go get some over-priced candy from the movie theater.

What else is new, I’m just average…

As a 1930’s wife, I am average–I scored a 58!

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