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Last month I went out drinking after work for happy hour on a Thursday night. Well, things got of hand.
Long story short, I don't remember leaving the bar and don't remember making it back to my apartment. I wake up the next morning with a bloodied forehead and the worst sprained ankle I've ever had. Apparently, I had a nasty fall on the way back to my apartment, coming out of the subway, maybe? I have no idea. I never closed out my tab and left my debit card at the bar. So I go back to get my card that Saturday night (Friday, I called in sick and didn't leave my apartment, because I could barely walk and felt like crap.) My tab for that Thursday night was $135. I look at the receipt when I go back to get my card, there is everything on it, beers, martinis, 6 rounds of shot. I remember doing a few rounds of shots. Knowing myself, I started offering up rounds of shots for everyone at the bar.
Wait, it gets better. My mom back in New Orleans calls me up today and I could tell she was worried. She asks me "Are you okay, have you been sick, is everything okay?"
I said, "Mah, I'm fine, why?"
She goes on to tell me, that they sent home a medical bill in my name for ambulance services, totaling $580! I'm like "How can that be?" She tells me the date on the bill for the ambulance services. I open up the calendar and sure enough it was the night of my happy hour gone bad.
Somehow I ended up in an ambulance that night. I swear, I don't remember being in an ambulance that night; at all! If I did, they surely didn't do anything for me, because when I woke up my forehead was covered in dried blood. If they treated me, why did I still have a forehead covered in blood that morning? I do remember when I checked my pockets that morning, there was a gauze pad in on of my pockets.
I wondered where I got the gauze pad from, I guess now I know. That was an expensive gauze pad! $580 worth.
How did they know my home address in New Orleans? I guess I must have given them my ID in the back of the ambulance. My mom is mailing me the bill.
Do you think I can get some kind of retro insurance coverage from Cigna, my medical insurance people? Blah, anyway, looks like it turned out to be an expensive night. Lesson learned. Today, my ankle is still sore and tender from that night.
Long story short, I don't remember leaving the bar and don't remember making it back to my apartment. I wake up the next morning with a bloodied forehead and the worst sprained ankle I've ever had. Apparently, I had a nasty fall on the way back to my apartment, coming out of the subway, maybe? I have no idea. I never closed out my tab and left my debit card at the bar. So I go back to get my card that Saturday night (Friday, I called in sick and didn't leave my apartment, because I could barely walk and felt like crap.) My tab for that Thursday night was $135. I look at the receipt when I go back to get my card, there is everything on it, beers, martinis, 6 rounds of shot. I remember doing a few rounds of shots. Knowing myself, I started offering up rounds of shots for everyone at the bar.
Wait, it gets better. My mom back in New Orleans calls me up today and I could tell she was worried. She asks me "Are you okay, have you been sick, is everything okay?"
I said, "Mah, I'm fine, why?"
She goes on to tell me, that they sent home a medical bill in my name for ambulance services, totaling $580! I'm like "How can that be?" She tells me the date on the bill for the ambulance services. I open up the calendar and sure enough it was the night of my happy hour gone bad.
Somehow I ended up in an ambulance that night. I swear, I don't remember being in an ambulance that night; at all! If I did, they surely didn't do anything for me, because when I woke up my forehead was covered in dried blood. If they treated me, why did I still have a forehead covered in blood that morning? I do remember when I checked my pockets that morning, there was a gauze pad in on of my pockets.
I wondered where I got the gauze pad from, I guess now I know. That was an expensive gauze pad! $580 worth.
How did they know my home address in New Orleans? I guess I must have given them my ID in the back of the ambulance. My mom is mailing me the bill.
Do you think I can get some kind of retro insurance coverage from Cigna, my medical insurance people? Blah, anyway, looks like it turned out to be an expensive night. Lesson learned. Today, my ankle is still sore and tender from that night.
