If I let someone dig around in my mouth for money that allegedly isn't even mine, who would be the whore, the pimp, and the trick?
This pretty much brings us up to date. I stewed about this for a while and decided I would give my own dentist a courtesy call about the Periodontist A charging new patients whether they have insurance or not. I told her it was my fault for not asking the right questions. I took the blame for what happened to me. I asked her about some of the charges that weren't covered when I had been told they would be.
I found out that I am only supposed to "see" the doctor one time a year. Anything after that comes out of my pocket. That's useful information. After the fact. She laughed when she told me. Apparently Periodontist A "beat" them to the punch. Oh, yeah, that is funny.
So anyway, I suggested the office prepare a handout for when they do a referral so the patient will know what to expect when going to another dentist.
I kind of felt better. I'd done my good deed for the day. Maybe they would do something like that for future patients and referrals. I decided to tell my husband what I'd done. As is always the case whenever we talk, he hurt my feelings again, for the millionth time.
He said, in so many words she hung up the phone and either ignored what I said or laughed/made fun of me to the other staff. He's probably right. I thought about that when I decided to call, but he didn't have to say it
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