A hospital story - Part 3
While we were waiting for the x-ray personnel to show up, he told me that after getting out of jail, found a job, then quit and started fixing roofs for a living. On that morning, he was fixing a roof that looked particularly dangerous and didn’t want to climb up, but he needed the money and hadn’t any other options. He set up a safety net just in case.
After fixing the floor, he tripped off the roof, got caught in the net, the net broke and landed on his left arm breaking his wrist. His employer brought him to the hospital with all documents related to the hospital expenses.
Soon his sister/wife/lover? came with all (personal) documents he needed for starting the paperwork. I told her about some other documents related to the insurance (or lack of it) and pointed her to the closest internet cafe (It was Saturday, past 7 at night) since she needed to print some forms. It seems the insurance from his previous job was still valid and he could, in fact, request a minimum payment while his wrist recovers.
After about an hour going back and forth because the person responsible for payments didn’t feel like attending us.
We went to complain (well, Mike in a matter of fact was the one pointing out all problems, rightfully annoyed) to the hospital director. I’ve never seen someone so mad and yet so calm at the same time. The director made some phone calls, people were *dealt* and we finally got everything we needed for the long-waited x-rays.
My relative was peacefully napping on the (x-ray) waiting room while all this mess happened.
