Remember when I posted about my little girl falling out of her bed and breaking her collarbone? Yeah well, the insurance company wants to know if she intends to file a lawsuit against her employer, the person on whose property she was injured, or against the person driving the other car. She’s three years old! That has to be on their records somewhere. If her birthday didn’t clue them in, then maybe the pediatrics bills would have been a good hint. I’m sure it’s an automated system and the insurance company sends this paperwork to everyone who visits an orthopaedic surgeon. But honestly! There has to be a filter somewhere that identifies a patient’s age and then addresses the paperwork to their parents. Or there should be! I’m so tempted to have her call the 1-800 number and tell them the story. I’d love to hear that conversation. Done ranting now. Hope your Monday is a good one. P.S. I played with the spacing on this post for ten minutes, but it still wouldn’t work. Blogger! UGH!
Lindsay N. Currie
LOL! Sometimes I get mail for strange things addressed to my nine year old son. I mean, no. . . he can’t have his own credit card yet. What is going on?
Cute profile pic, Lindsay!
You’d think there was some human intervention somewhere in the process or perhaps the person just can’t be bothered to actually read the documents you provided.
I know what you mean. Impersonality is incredibly annoying for me. I mean, I once received a text message stating that I wouldn’t be allowed to continue my studies because they didn’t filter the people that took the later final exam dates.
I could have harmed the woman that informed me if it wasn’t for the great relief that flooded me.
It’s just a filter. How hard could it be?
>_< Aaaaaanyway. I have an award for you on my blog. I hope your little girl gets better soon.
Hahaha. Oh dear…they really are stupid.
Ha ha ha. Insurance companies are ridiculous. I’m pretty sure they only pretend to open your file when they ask for your ID number.
I hope she decides against suing you…that would make for some awkward imaginary tea parties. 🙂
Maybe they think you run a sweatshop, and employing three year old offspring is typical.