cosmetic shells

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Way to go Bill! Sometimes it seems like you just have to hit them over the

head with the evidence. Shouldn't have to be that way.

Ruth

From: blind-diabetics

[mailto:blind-diabetics ] On Behalf Of Bill Powers

Sent: Wednesday, July 23, 2008 12:38 AM

To: blind-diabetics

Subject: RE: cosmetic shells

Well if you want a really cool eye story, try this one out for size.

About 15 years ago, I had just gotten a replacement prosthesis, which, BTW,

fit perfectly. About two months after I got the prosthesis, the ocularist

called me saying the insurance company continued to stall them and wouldn't

pay for the eye. They were willing to work with me as long as it took, but I

wanted them to be paid and was not happy the insurance company was

stonewalling. I asked how they were stonewalling, and the lady at the

ocularist's office told me that the insurance company said they " needed a

diagnosis. " Well, I looked at all the papers I got and it was perfectly

clear why I needed it and diagnosis was given where it was appropriate, so

they were just using that as a ruse so as not to pay.

I found out where the nearest office of the insurance company was, and

decided to take a day off from work to give them a personal visit. When I

arrived, I told the receptionist I needed to see the person in charge. She

told me they were in a board meeting and I could not see him. I said I'd

wait. She insisted it would be an all-day meeting, to which I said I had all

day. Then she got nasty and said there was no way I was going to see the

boss. I lost my cool, got up and walked past her and she protested " sir, you

can't be here. "

I replied " well, I already am, so spare me the physical impossibility

stuff, I'm already here and I'm giong through that door. "

" Sir, you can't go through that door. "

I began to open it and said " Of course I can, see, the door opens, I enter,

and here I go. "

Once inside, it was like walking into a movie. There's a big long table with

these men sitting around with all their files and charts. One blurted out,

" Sir, you can't be here. "

I said, " Well, I already am, so deal with it. "

He retorted " What is the meaning of this? "

I replied, " I recently had an ocular prosthesis made to replace one that was

too old and ill-fitting. Your company has been stalling on paying my

ocularist for this eye, saying you need a diagnosis. "

I proceeded to move my left hand up to my left eye, popped it out and put it

down on the table for all of them to see. They could now see the prosthesis

and the fact I had nothing in my left eye.

As they were all gasping, I said " There's your damn diagnosis. "

I picked up my eye, put it back in, walked out and said " Have a nice day. "

The eye was paid for in full the next day.

Does the song " Don't Mess With Bill " come to mind?

Bill Powers