It's not me. It's them.

 Here I am, Blog, venting again. Because I live alone, and no human to commiserate with. 

  I had an appointment at one of the most highly reputed gastroenterology facilities in the area. I know it's hard to get help nowadays, so am sympathetic, but it seems it must be impossible to get good help. At my appointment last week, I was somehow checked out before I saw the doctor  and had a 2-hour wait, with apologies profusely rendered. I was told that the prescribed  procedure could not be scheduled until approved by my insurance. This was news to me because my insurance does not require preauthorization for this rather benign procedure. But okay, I said nothing. I had submitted my insurance cards; I have 2, including  very effective and hard-fought-for  secondary insurance. 

  Today I receive the script for my procedure, which includes all the billing data. My Primary Insurance is listed as Medicaid with what looks like a genuine ID number, completely unfamiliar to me. I have never had Medicaid, and I most likely never will. My Medicare ID number is completely different. The check-in woman took my insurance cards and entered the information directly from them. 

  So evidently someone who is on Medicaid is to be billed for my procedure. I hope they have a low deductible. Seriously, I suppose I'll have to call before I arrive for the procedure; I can't present false insurance coverage, right? 

  It's so pathetic when senior citizens mess things up, but at  least I have a witness to verify my situation.