#united health care

[memes-wearhouse]

[pinkelotjeart]

Bro was ratted out while at a macdonalds 😭😭😭 (Geuss I will have to put in the technical disclaimer of ALLEGEDLY)

[rejectingrepublicans]

[typhlonectes]

[raqualswonderfunblog]

[allisberris]

tiktok refuses to let me speak about luigi so you on tumblr will be my witnesses

luigi mangione is not the person who should be demonized right now.

please inform yourself before speaking about this topic and adding to the insane amount of misinformation , thank you

[bellobambino]

The Claim That Broke the Camel's Back

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Summary: Frustrated CS student, Luigi Mangione, battles the maddening bureaucracy of his insurance company while juggling midterms and back pain. An underwhelming trip to Panda Express inspires him to make a change. Luigi's POV Author's Note: I could write about incompetent insurance reps all day. My whole life is working with this broken fucking system. Free Luigi.

I'm on my third cold brew of the day to get ready for this evening Machine Learning lecture. I'm wired, to say the least. I've written down a few questions I have for the professor that I'm hoping will be covered by the midterm review he's “gifting” us today. 

"Good evening, folks!" he booms, addressing the class. There’s a few murmurs from some students giving a half hearted hello. "I was debating whether or not to make a midterm review for this section of the course. Considering your test scores from February..." 

My phone vibrates with a 1800 number I know all too well. Dammit. I've been waiting a whole week for them to call me back about this billing mistake. I can’t believe they’re calling right now, but I have to settle this billing issue. I sigh, and claw my way out of the row of backpacks and purses, answering the phone as quietly as possible.

“Hello, this is Luigi.” I spit it out like I've said it a thousand times, flinging open the back door to the main hallway.

“Hi, Luigi, this is Tiffany calling from Blue Cross Blue Shield. I’m returning your call about a claim you want to appeal.”

Appeal? Appeal. Because nothing says "customer service" like making me clean up a mess they made and then gaslighting me about it.

I’m whisper-shouting now, rehashing for the millionth time how I never got the bill they insist they mailed to an address I haven’t lived at since MySpace peaked. Tiffany’s hitting me with the most insincere “mm-hmm”s—" i've ever heard.

“Why did you send the orthopedic bill to my parents’ house? I don’t live there,” I say, trying to keep the vein in my temple from exploding.

“Mr. Mangione, can you confirm your address for me, please?”

Confirm my address? I swear to God, these people couldn’t find their own ass with both hands and a Garmin. “Which address do you have on file for me? Because you’re sending this bill to Maryland, and I live in Pennsylvania.”

Tiffany pauses like she’s consulting the Oracle of Delphi. “Mr. Mangione, I’ll need you to confirm your mailing address in order to continue discussing your account.”

Breathe, Luigi. Breathe. “Fine. 212 Fairway Lane, Baltimore, Maryland, 20906.”

There’s the familiar clackity-clack of her keyboard, a sound I’ve come to associate with malicious incompetence. “Okay, Mr. Mangione, can I put you on hold?”

“Hold? You guys are killing me. I’m a full-time student; you called me in the middle of a lecture.”

“I’ll need to review your account information in order to transfer the case to the billing department.”

Hold on. “You’re not the billing department?”

There’s a pause so thick you could spread it on toast. “This is the claims department.”

I could scream. I peek through the window of the lecture hall door. The TA’s handing out the review sheet, and I’m out here playing phone tag with someone who doesn’t even have the power to solve this issue. “Alright, Tiffany, can you just give me the billing department’s direct line? So I can call when i'm not in class.”

She rattles off a number. I punch it into my phone notes like I’m defusing a bomb. I thank her—halfheartedly, because I was raised right- and hang up.

I'm back in my seat, having missed the professor going over test expectations. I unlock my phone and look at the number Tiffany gave me. Wait. I look at my recent call log.

No way. It’s the exact same number I’ve been calling for weeks. The member services line. An automated phone directory service that will "connect you to the best department", but only sends you in circles for hours just to disconnect you when you’re waiting to speak with a supervisor.

They’ve already threatened to send the bill to collections—a bill I’ve never even seen. They told me the procedure was 100% covered. Now I’m supposed to fork over cash I don’t have for something they said I didn’t owe in the first place.

Back at my dorm, I'm eating Panda Express alone like a fucking schmuck. The noodles taste like cardboard. I’d kill for my Ma's chicken parm. I gotta call her.

I finish up, and grab the take out bag to throw away the container. 

Oh, thats right. There’s the fortune cookie. I almost chuck it in the trash, but ... maybe Lu deserves a little treat today.

I crack open the cookie, shoving one half in my mouth, and unfurl the little piece of paper.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

I immediately roll my eyes. The change I want to see is insurance companies prioritizing patients' well being over shareholder profit. If I could do anything about that, I would. Trust me, I would.

I tape the fortune to the inside of my laptop, right next to the sticker of Breloom my sister gave me, and fling myself onto my bed. 

Be the change. Maybe I could.

[sword93]

went to pick up usual medication at the pharmacy today Saw the head pharmacist on the phone. I've never seen him smiling before. "Yeah his company was using AI to deny 90% of claims!" later, I saw of the photos they got of the gunman He was smiling. It reminded me of the pharmacist.

[the-cockroach]

Looking forward to the new Fortnite skin: "United Health CEO Shooter"

[the-work-in-progress]

Link is a little fucky but this.

$1 million bail for a phone call. But when someone calls their ex saying they’re going to kill them, nothing is done. I see how it is.

[memes-wearhouse]

Meanwhile on The Sims 4 subreddit:

The post (here) was locked within 3 hours of its upload. Comments were a mix between "this is awesome," "this is yikes", and a few "can I download him to my gallery for woo-hoo reasons."

[ms-boogie-man]

Defend, Deny, Depose on the casings…

☦︎17TolucaLake☦︎

Dumbass libtards are being played, yet again yo

Dumbass libtards think this CEO was assassinated by a victim of United Health Care, and they think more CEOs should get the same thing

Brian Thompson was gunned down, murdered, because it looks like he was about to give incriminating evidence against crooked stockholders in United Health Care

… anyone wanna go check on Nancy Pelosi's cell phone text/call activity and emails??

[wastedpotentialsblog]

WHAT IS HAPPENING 😭😭

[chaddavisphotography]

Newly erected fencing and Minnetonka Police security cameras outside the corporate headquarters of UnitedHealthcare in Minnetonka, Minnesota on December 8, 2024. The insurance company’s CEO Brian Thompson was killed on December 4th, 2024 in New York City. The man who was shown on a security camera shooting Thompson has not yet been identified or arrested.

[intooned]

This is Albert Bourla, CEO of Pfizer,

who implemented the would-be mandatory vaccines that led to tens of thousands of people with no pre-existing conditions, including children and elderly, getting life-changing "vax injuries" such as chronic blood clots, various heart complications, and ferrous graphine oxide, which is toxic, found in the blood of the afflicted. Most of which still haven't fully recovered to this day. ANYWAY, HERE'S A BUNCH OF RANDOM PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT HIM!