The insurance company, it thinks it can outwit the blogger girl.
The blogger girl, she knows she is smarter than "the man".
She knows the insurance company, it is trying to steal her money.
The hospital, it is in on the whole scheme too.
The bastards, they don't know that the blogger girl has lots of time to argue with them.
She has no fear of the bill collectors. They call her house and they act rude and talk loudly as if the blogger girl is deaf. I am not deaf, the blogger girl says. I am not stupid. I can recite the periodic table, the blogger girl, she says. Does the bill collector want to hear?
You can call the blogger girl and act angry and menacing--the blogger girl, she has broken beer bottles over the heads of the bikers...the hell's angel wannabe bikers who grab her ass. She has no fear of the pseudo intimidation you throw at her. The blogger girl has an attention deficit anyways, so she only hears some of your babble. She mocks your messages on her answering machine.
The blogger girl will not tolerate emails from the insurance company that skirt the answers to her questions. She understands what deductible means--she knows of the out-of-pocket cap and the nature of the co-insurance. She will not pay both the hospital and the insurance company because they both charge her and claim that the other side will reimburse her. She knows she will never see her money again if she listens to them.
The blogger girl, she should have started her own insurance company so she could get rich off of the pain and disease of others.
The blogger girl, she has all day to hold on the phone. She does not mind the music.