The Other Shoe Has Dropped, Partially

So the phone rings and I answer it. It's a robo-dialer from the hospital.

Readers of this space will know "the hospital" from my medical billing saga.

The robo-dialer identifies itself as the hospital's billing department. Normally I would not cooperate with a robo-dialer, but I knew what it was about so I held on. Naturally, the person who picked up asked me what I wanted. "You called me," I replied. The representative figured it out. According to her, with the payment Blue Cross made yesterday, I owe the hospital something like $20. I don't know why or for what, and will wait for the bill, but if at this point $20 is the price for an end to this saga, I will pay it.