The hospital refuses to talk to my insurance company.
And despite cashing all up my premium checks, My insurance company refuses to talk to the hospital.
So, the bills keep arriving in the mail, with bigger numbers, printed in brighter red ink.
I throw them out, unopened.
As for the phone calls, I ask the collectors how their kids are or what they had for dinner last night.
They try to change the subject back to my medical bills.
Talk to the insurance company, I say. So, got plans for dinner?
They ask again.
I smile, laugh, and hang up.