When I had my 12-week ultrasound with Peter, for some reason it was offsite at the building that used to house the medical clinic we went to when I was a kid. (It's still a medical building, but it now houses a bunch of different practices, rather than a single comprehensive one.)
I was covered by Yale Health at the time, yet somehow the computer managed to come up with (a) my maiden name, (b) my childhood address, (c) the health insurance I had been on when I was covered as a dependent on my father's state employee health plan, and send the bill there.
This was in 2007. I had not had that name since 2002, that address since 1999, or that health plan since 1996.
Thankfully, all I had to do was make one phone call and say, "You idiots, I'm on Yale Health and should not be being billed for this at all, let alone under the insurance I had eleven years ago". I mention it simply to offer further evidence that the Ghosts of Bureaucracy Past can be surprisingly persistent and astonishingly random.
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I was covered by Yale Health at the time, yet somehow the computer managed to come up with (a) my maiden name, (b) my childhood address, (c) the health insurance I had been on when I was covered as a dependent on my father's state employee health plan, and send the bill there.
This was in 2007. I had not had that name since 2002, that address since 1999, or that health plan since 1996.
Thankfully, all I had to do was make one phone call and say, "You idiots, I'm on Yale Health and should not be being billed for this at all, let alone under the insurance I had eleven years ago". I mention it simply to offer further evidence that the Ghosts of Bureaucracy Past can be surprisingly persistent and astonishingly random.