You're a mean one, Mister Grinch

Well it wouldn’t be Christmas without a visit from the Grinch.  Ours this year came in a letter from the Columbus Radiology Group threatening to send us to a collection agency.  Yes, those same grifters who have been hounding us since my original diagnosis.  Johnny had to make yet even more phone calls to our insurance company and then to the Radiology Group to try and get things worked out.  He believes they have it right now, but like Fox Mulder* – I trust no one- so after the first of the year when these clowns decide to come back to the office I’m insisting on a zero balance statement. He says the insurance company has its phone call to the group recorded and they clearly say we don’t owe the money but they certainly keep on trying.

Thursday morning came way too early at 5:30 am once again for our trek across town.  The Zangmeister Center was packed with chemo patients and I didn’t have my usual chemo nurses.  The subs were great also, but both Johnny and I felt a little off.  We’re creatures of habit and we like our little routine that we’ve established there. But hey they were buried since they were only open half a day Tuesday and closed all day Wednesday for Christmas so I guess we’ll get over it.

Friday, Nephew Allen came to town along with Ashli and Rylie.  They purchased a new car for Ashli and we had a few minutes to visit and catch up. The old car almost made it in the nick of time, but not quite. It broke down just north of Delaware, putting BJ and Camden on the road for a rescue run. It was just one of those Fridays.  Somehow earlier in the day a contractor managed to cut through a major WOW line.  That left Johnny with no phone or internet service for the entire day.  Not a happy boy since the business relies on phones and internet. But the guy who dug will really pay since the word is the lines were clearly marked. It cut off something like 20,000 customers. And the lines were marked!

*reference to the old X-Files tv show for the uninitiated