E.O.B.

Oh, the joys of the American healthcare system. Bills, bills, and bills. Incomprehensible bills from Martians. Collection agencies phoning about incomprehensible bills. We here in America looooove to spend time sorting out our medical paperwork and reading Explanations of Benefits from our for-profit insurers. It's so much more fun than, you know, living.

I have several unopened doctor's bills sitting on my desk as I write. Will I open them. Nope. Not till I get the third or fourth one, after which there is a chance somewhat greater than 0 that I might actually owe the amount listed inside, assuming that I can even determine what that is.