Okay, this is the last post on this, I promise, but I need to get some final points down before moving on:
- It seems my invoice to the seagull palls in comparison to the emergency room's: The total tab for my visit was $11,082 (!), but my health plan says it's only paying $2,585 of it. Thus, someone has to eat the $8,497 difference, and my health plan assures me that it's not me...
- When I was freshly injured, bandaged and oozing, I was never sure what amazed me more:
- Strangers who would see me and immediately talk to me like we old friends; or
- Strangers who would see me and act like nothing was going on with my face. I would watch their eyes and they would even somehow avoid looking at the wounds.
- About 82% of people had the same initial reaction upon hearing my story: "Oh my God...was the seagull hurt?"
- About 97% of people would barely let me finish my story before they launched into their own story about how they injured themselves (which hardly ever had any connection to faces, bikes or birds). I quickly learned to keep my story short so we could get right to their very important story of stubbing their toe 3 months ago.
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