You aRe getting on my NerVes

I  need to vent.

Here’s the story:

I received an envelope from my health insurance company. It was a “Check Summary Statement” and a check for $3236.00.

The attached reimbursement check has been issued in response to a request for reimbursement from you or your health care provider … If this service was provided by a non-network physician, payment is being made directly to you. As result, you are responsible for paying the provider the full amount of the check, in addition to any applicable copay.

What are all these charges and who is this doctor? I called my daughter (the patient) and ask her. She has no clue. I looked up the doctor. His office is in NYC on the UWS. He specializes in mesotherapy treatment, cellulite, weight loss, bioidentical hormone replacement therapy . . . there’s more, plenty more but not a word about nerves. I called the insurance company and tell them that this charge is a mistake. “Looks like a scam to me,” I said. I wanted them to investigate this claim and get back to me with their findings.

That evening I got a phone call from the chiropractor. She said I would be receiving a check and could I send it to the office so they can forward it to the doctor. Apparently, a while back, my daughter was asked if she wanted a nerve test. They have a  doctor who comes into the office periodically.

So this is the doctor they use? A weight loss guru?

Office outpatient visit is $350 and then an additional $250 charge for prolonged office visit? Umm, what else? Oh yeah, the nerve test (nrv cndj test) was $4000.00. So I call my daughter and ask her about it. She said the test took all of 5 minutes, the results were normal and there was no self care management training ($180.)  (Can someone tell me what a diagnosis of “other lesion of median nerve” means?)

I told the chiropractor that I was waiting to hear back from the insurance company before I released the check. $4550 for a five minute visit? Seriously, this is the doctor you use and no one has complained? She said it was the going rate. Totally disgusted and, on top of it all, I waited 2 weeks and the insurance company never called me back. So I sent the check to her and I’m done with it. (Maybe if I tag the insurance company I’ll get a response.)

Anyone know the going rate for this 5 minute nrv cndj test?

So my husband goes to the podiatrist and he puts in a claim for an office visit. Claim denied. Seriously!!!!




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i feel spongy

Today I feel . . . I feel . . .  I feel spongy.

So, I’m driving to physical therapy, the sun is out. I have this uneasy feeling and I can’t figure it out. Maybe it’s those warm sunny rays — maybe, no wait, I know the feeling. I’ve felt it before and there is a word for it, and the word is spongy. Yes! But it’s not the sun’s rays that I am absorbing, it’s the bits and pieces of other people’s anxieties floating around in the air. Then again, if I’m feeling it doesn’t that make ’em mine?

And if you are wondering how my torn meniscus is doing — the answer is, “much better, thank you.”

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We are Family . . . feeble feeble feeble family!

It is Saturday and beautiful out. The sun is shining. I have been recently diagnosed with a torn meniscus. First doctor called me and said, “surgery, you need surgery!” I went for a second opinion and the doctor said, “no surgery, physical therapy . .  it will take time . . .”

So there you have it — a new word added to my vocabulary — meniscus. I’ve heard the word before but I never paid attention to it. Now it’s become a major part of my vocabulary.

Elevator? Escalator? I have a torn meniscus.” “Taxi, just a few blocks please, I have a torn meniscus!” “Aleve, please, my meniscus is hurting.” “Happy hour, sure … just as long as I’m sitting – – I have a torn . . .

meniscus:  A crescent-shaped fibrocartilaginous structure that only partly divides a joint cavity.

torn:  Past part of tear

tear:  A hole or split in something caused by it having been pulled apart forcefully.

Put it together and what have you got? A big pain in the knee!


Napping, reading, wobbling around  — not too much but just enough to fall up the stairs and hurt my other knee (not too much, just a little.) And Drew sleeps. All this crazy activity while Thera prepares dinner.



Tomorrow? What’s happening tomorrow? Probably more of the same. Well, almost. I can already hear the buzzing of Thera’s brain, “So this is what they do on a beautiful sunny weekend day? Not for me, I’ve got fill my tomorrow up and get out of here!!!! 

And fill it up she did!


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Stop me if I’m repeating myself . . .

It seems like everyone around me is repeating the same stories over and over again. So many times I want to cut in and say, “Stop, stop, stop, you told me already!” But I don’t — I listen and realize that even though I heard this already I don’t remember how it ends. It’s like watching “Law and Order” over and over again and each time never quite remembering who did it.

As I write this the “Law and Order BINGE-A-THON” is on TV. Yeah, I remember this one. I remember all of them. I remember, I remember, until I don’t. Sometimes I wonder what’s happening to me. Should I be concerned? Is it an age thing? I can’t even remember the title of the book I just read. Should I be concerned? But then I take a step back and realize that I’ve always been like this. Should I be concerned?

The three of us at the table.

The three of us at the table.

Picture this: Three of us sitting at the table. And Thera, says, “I love the part in the book where … blah, blah, blah.” And I’m sitting there nodding my head thinking, “Really? Did we read the same book? How does she remember the scene in such detail. Yes, there was an old guy and a mountain (nod, nod, nod.) All the while Drew is futzing with the music — And he chimes in, “I love this song. She’s great in concert. Remember? We had great seats and the sound was so clean.” (Nod, nod, nod.) Who is this? Was I at this concert? Drew did mention seats . . . click, cick, click goes my brain — great seats? He didn’t mention food. But still, it could be City Winery. (Nod, nod, nod.)

And the book — let me look it up — “The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window,” by Jonas Jonasson recommended by Marcia, marcia, marcia . . . please, stop me if I’m repeating myself.

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Other People’s Blogs

“Did you get my email? I started reading this blog and it made me think of your blog. It was funny,” he said.
“So you’re telling me I should start writing my blog again?” she said.
“Yes, I think so. And you can write about NYC apartment hunting,” he said.
Well apparently he thinks she’s funny and her writing (as does this other person’s blog) reminds him of . . . of . . . what’s her name . . . Damn I can see her face. . . She can hear her voice (in writing, of course). Going through the alphabet now – A, B, C — He reaches for his computer – Erma Bombeck! Yes, that’s it. She had already gone through the alphabet twice and couldn’t come up with a name.

Wish I could remember the blog Drew was referring to but much time has passed and I haven’t a clue.

Alrighty now, got that squared away. Wish I had more to say right now but my phone is pinging (texts), my back is hurting, and I have a lot of reading to catch up on. But I’m attempting to keep up with my posts and my goal for now is at least once a week. consider this the once!

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My First Yelp Review

My first Yelp review — and it looks like it’s filtered!!! Now what? Keep posting? Whine, dine, review again and again until I become a legitimate reviewer? (Please, please calm down and stop bugging out — I really did mean whine with an h – although a nice bottle of wine does pair well with any review.)

How does this work? It’s not posted. It’s been a week. Is there a review committee that reviews reviews … are they checking my credit score? I don’t get it. All I am saying is, “Five stars for Vanessa and the staff at Fox and Jane, Cobble Hill.”

Seriously, I don’t need no stinkin’ cosmetic surgery — all I need is an AB FAB Vanessa cut/color and I Feel Fine!

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This Ain’t No Stinkin’ Reflexology

Reflexology involves the physical act of applying pressure to the feet, hands, or ears with specific thumb, finger, and hand techniques without the use of oil or lotion.

So I’m laying on the table — all covered up, my coat and purse are safely secured in a locker in the hallway. I made an appointment for a 30 minute foot reflexology session.  At first I was disappointed. I walked in and it was a nail salon. But as soon as I told them I had an appointment for REFLEXOLOGY they directed me to a separate area behind closed doors — dim lights, quiet, no perfume scent or chitter chatter in the air. Nice!

I’m on the table, face up, covered in blankets, glasses off — relaxing. And then it’s time. Rub, rub, squish, squish up and down my leg NOT my foot. Okay enough with the leg. Lets get to the foot. Thirty minutes means 15 minutes per foot and so far it’s all leg. Where’s the pain?  Rub, rub, rub. Why so much time on the leg? And what’s with the oil? Work those points! Let’s feel some pain. Enough with the rubbing, oily, squishy stuff. Get out the pencil eraser and dig in. Hammer, knuckles, come on now — what’s with this gentle pampering of the feet — well, actually more like legs . . . too much time on the legs. And then more oil and hot stones. Not what I was after at all.

And then after a painless 30 minutes I am led to a chair in the back room. There’s a glass of cold water and a paper cup of green tea. I am told to drink the water and then sip the tea.  I take a sip of the water. Too cold and too much. I find the water cooler and empty the contents of the glass down the drain. I sip the tea but I can’t relax. My phone is still in the locker. Has anyone called me? Did I receive any texts? So hard to relax. I grab my hot tea, get my coat and phone and pay. Yes, texts and messages! I see that Rachel and Thera texted me. How much should Rachel tip on a haircut? Damn, I wasn’t there for her. I hope she managed! Thera said, “Don’t buy lemons!” Ah, thank goodness I got the message.

I’ve been searching for years for the a good reflexology place . . . no luck. Well, awhile ago I did go to a place on Sunrise Highway in Bellmore. Sitting in the back room with my feet in someone’s hands. I was about to say “harder is okay,” when he found a pressure point on my toe and I almost jumped out of the seat. Yes, this is what I was waiting for! Working those points. I felt great afterwards. The only distracting part I remember was the quacking. I kept hearing quacking. Was it dinner or Rachel? No, it wasn’t Rachel… my phone was on silent.

Went back there twice.. both times disastrous. Each time they sat me down in the brightly main room in the pedicure section. Rub, rub, rub, legs, legs, legs! No pressure and lots of oil and chatting amongst themselves.

Haven’t been able to find a decent place anywhere. Suggestions? Near Merrick, NY or East Village?

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