Insurance Woes

Okay, I could care less about insurance...but, I'm going to have to start caring.

Pull the big girl panties up. A simple broken finger.

I'm not a medical mishap virgin. I've broken 10 fingers, an ankle, busted an eye open, had knee surgery, had reconstructive ankle surgery, and had a nice rock lodge in my knee. But, the cool part about all these injuries was that I just handed over my insurance card with my parent's name on it.

Grr. Now, the card has my name on it. Big girl panties up!

So, my simple broken finger (that I could've self-diagnosed/although the trainer failed to-cough, cough) now has me hearing the following words whispering in my head: HMO, referral, Worker's Comp, and Accident Insurance. Slight barf.

Naturally, if it involves insurance it means a Conversation with D must happen. Thank goodness for having 5 million parents because it's all a foreign language to me.

Moral of the Story: I'm learning that I need to be an advocate for myself in this situation.