A Fall of Good Memories

The Kid in Me Has Reunited With Old Friends

I haven’t been on the blog since I ran my first half marathon earlier this year.

Since then, I’ve been training for a full marathon and have eclipsed the 13.1 mark 4 times since that first half marathon.

I didn’t think I’d ever be where I am now, running my first half marathon and my first full marathon in the same year, but, I’m still climbing.

There’s a journey involved with that story and once I cross the finish line in Dallas on December 13th, you will hear about it shortly after that.

Today will be about a different topic. Today is a little more about the kid who never thought he’d be where he is today for a different reason.

Today is about how this Fall has invoked special memories from my youth that I just had to discuss. I may jump around a bit, but please be patient with my thoughtful word vomit.


I’ve always loved the fall. One of my favorite things I’ve ever written was on this blog a couple years back about what the Fall means to me.

Football, flannels, the fall colors, and Halloween of all things are truly things that calm me down. In how hurried of a society we’ve gotten ourselves into, I rely on the fall to be the great equalizer.

Football season arrives with cool weather that has always soothed me. Leading right into my favorite holiday of Halloween just makes it even better.

So what is it about this fall that’s made me feel good? Well, the cool wind brings back warm memories of the past. This fall has been all about tapping into good old nostalgia and taking a much needed smelling of the roses.

I’ve also written about nostalgia on the blog before and while I discuss its positives and negatives, I’d like to lean much more into the positives this time around.


Video games are almost always that nostalgia kicker for me. But it’s not just me that’s feeling that nostalgic bump: the whole industry is!

With The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time Remake soon to drop, it’s one of those games that stands as a legit attention threat to the highly-anticipated Grand Theft Auto VI release just a few weeks later.

Not only is OOT one of the greatest games ever made, it’s one that literally transcends time itself across its story and its legacy. People still have the original game as their favorite game of all-time and I don’t blame them!

The game itself was first introduced to me by my older cousin who had a Nintendo 64. And God bless him because I’m sure he was “made” to share his console with his younger cousins at family gatherings, but in my youth, this was one of the more formative experiences of my life.

While Mario Kart 64 was the prime attention-grabber at the time, I couldn’t help but still feel captured when I first heard the Song of Storms for the first time. I mean, nobody forgets their first time hearing this:

I eventually got to play through Ocarina of Time as it was brought to different consoles over time, never thinking it could ever be remade considering it was, indeed, a classic that as long as it got scaled up and was available on some Nintendo hardware, it was fine.

But, the people love Link. Our boy wasn’t in need of a modern remaster, but boy are we glad he is now. Look at this side by side:

The game isn’t going to be a 1-to-1 remake. They’re going to take some liberties and update the experience so it plays like a modern game. Good things like camera control and giving Link a jump button! If you said “Jump” button in 1998, people would’ve thought you were insane!

While some people are upset the changes are going to be made, I can’t help but be excited about the changes and what improvements have been made. I went back and played the original a couple years back and yes, the age of some of the controls and situations shows all too well. It doesn’t make it any less of a classic, but at the same time, it’s still frustrating.

With a modern game, OOT can continue to live on forever, building its legacy from the original audience to a brand new one that will carry the game and the fandom forward. I’ve been in the Zelda fandom for a long time and will be when I get to show future generations the OOT remake.

That’s how time is meant to be. And to quote Sheik from the original game to close out this section, I say this:


Another video game remaster has had my attention this fall.

Toy Story 3: Complete Edition is the remastered classic from the PS3 era that has, until now, been locked on the now aged PS3.

Sony has this issue with remastering and porting PS3 games to modern hardware. However, given peoples’ love and want for more experiences from the old days, they couldn’t help but jump on board with this.

Toy Story is in my Top 3 films of all time and always will. Sheriff Woody will always hold a special place in my heart. As shown in this comparison photo of me and my older brother from days past and when seeing Toy Story 5 this summer, that love will always be there:

Back in 2010, when Toy Story 3 came out, it became one of the first experiences I’d had where I cried in public. That film, to this day, makes me cry on the spot throughout the entire end sequence of the film.

We obviously took care of our toys from the old days, but coming home from the movie and being able to hop into the Open World “Toy Box” mode of the Toy Story 3 video game helped create new memories with Woody, Buzz, and the rest of the gang in a much more interactive way.

The Toy Box mode has dozens of hours of missions, activities, and more that brought the scenarios you once only played with your imagination and your toys to digital life. This game created a fun environment for our favorite toys to clash with aliens, Wild West bandits, and more in a free-for-all sandbox where the only limits are your imagination.

Having this game back on PS5 is like a hug to my 13-year-old self. The kid who wondered how long those memories with Woody could last, considering Andy had just decided to move forward from his memories in the climax of the third film.

While that 13-year-old kid grew up and is still doing his best to figure it out, he’s still got a friend in Woody. The toys are still here to help after all these years. To Infinity and Beyond.


The final game I have to discuss is one that’s also boldly coming out in November to dethrone GTAVI as this fall’s top game:

This game actively referencing GTA in its marketing is the perfect way to go about the unexpected remaster of a beloved title from 2004.

Shrek 2 gripped the nation like no other. I’ve written about my love for Shrek on the blog before, but this game was one of the best multiplayer experiences on consoles, hands-down.

The PS2’s Multi-Tap, an accessory that allowed 4 controllers to be plugged in at once, was made almost specifically for this game.

The game loosely followed the plot of the film with a few deviations to help carry the plot out a little more.

I always played as Donkey where I could and his “Burro Blast” special move was always one of the top experiences of playing as him. I also can’t help but remember every sleepover from the years 2004-2006 almost always had Shrek 2 as a part of them because it was such a great 4-player game.

Everybody got a chance to find a character they liked or play as a new character in each level. The gameplay balance and challenges of this game was also spectacular because just when you thought you loved playing as Shrek, you’d have to play as the Big Bad Wolf for a few levels just to move things forward.

But, one of the most notable parts of this game was that at the end of each story level, the game would activate a “Hero Time” moment and a single player would have to pass a challenge to advance the game:

There was nothing quite like passing the controller around with siblings and friends as we all failed some of the harder “Hero Times” as young 7 and 8-year-olds.

While I’m sure myself and my friends have become better gamers in the last 22 years since this game’s initial release, I can’t wait to play this with them again.

To cap off this nostalgic section, I’ll just have to close it off with a banger from the Shrek 2 soundtrack:


I know I tend to wax poetic about nostalgia and compare what was to what is a lot.

I’ve realized this blog has become much more of a time capsule for me as much as it’s also my attempt to entertain through a kind of storytelling I don’t get to do on an everyday basis anymore.

A lot of the stories I have from my life experience wouldn’t be possible without the three games from above nor the ones from this chart below:

Now, none of the 9 games on this graph of mine are the three remastered games in this blog. However, almost all of them have modern remasters or ways to play them today.

As a matter of fact, now’s never been a better time to be a Kingdom Hearts fan like myself because you can finally take it on the go thanks to their most recent release on Nintendo Switch!

So, my lasting message to you from this blog is this: if you’ve ever had a favorite video game from when you were younger, there’s never been a better time to go dig it up and play it again.

Whether modern consoles have it available or not, you can recapture what you once had. A lot’s happened since you last played that game. I know it has. A lot of hard days with even harder situations you never thought you’d experience have happened to you.

But, these games can help center you and bring you back to a much more peaceful time, guaranteed. While we can’t rewind time, we can carry the happy memories with us into the present to create a better future. Whether it’s in a virtual sandbox with your favorite toys, listening to soothing tunes on an ocarina, or breaking an Ogre and his noble steed out of jail with your friends, the tales of our past can give us the right spark to fly into the future.

Enjoy your fall. Create some new memories.

~DS

Doctor Wars Episode III: Return of My Money

A war that had been brewing silently for months has finally come to a head.

When I was writing my last blog about annoyances at the doctors offices and their billing processes, I didn’t know a third installment in this saga would come so soon.

The blog in question was the first time I’d ever written a sequel blog. Today, I bring you the third installment of what’s turned into a trilogy of epic proportions.

Star Wars, Back to the Future, The Lord of the Rings, and now: my ongoing battle with doctors hopefully concluded in this final installment:

EPISODE III: RETURN OF MY MONEY


The crazy eye doctor lady plays no part in this third installment. Thankfully, this story didn’t require any prayers.

The villain introduced in the last blog was the dentist and their billing process. It is them who I needed to defeat this time around.

To catch you up to speed: I got my wisdom teeth removed in August. Just before getting them removed, I had to talk down the oral surgeon from removing all four of my wisdom teeth because it was really only the bottom two that needed to come out. It was still going to cost me around $430 after insurance per tooth even after talking them down to just two teeth. I needed to checkout with Affirm to pay for my portion over time, but I did so and then the surgery occurred:

So months go by. I signed up with Affirm to make $75 per month payments for a year to pay off the surgery. Insurance confirmed the amount I had paid, paid their end, and then it was all about recovering and making the payments.

It was difficult dealing with my open mouth holes for a few weeks. I couldn’t have any real food for several days. My favorite thing to eat for breakfast (an everything bagel with cream cheese) was quite literally the very last thing I’d be able to eat.

But I persevered and am now fully recovered. However, the enemy was watching and waiting in silence. They knew exactly when to strike…


It was Christmas Eve.

A few short days following my best friend’s wedding and the Bears beating the Packers, I was running around the neighborhood making Christmas fudge deliveries for my mom.

My mom has THE best fudge recipe on the planet and it’s always a welcome Yuletide treat that’s shared in our home and in the homes of all our friends and loved ones.

Upon my return visiting old friends, I checked my phone to see that I had an email from the dentist saying that a new invoice had hit my account and that I owed another $150 from my surgery.

My heart sank and my temperature rose.

“FOR FUCKING WHAT?!” I said.

Apparently, my insurance policy max had been reached, but the insurance company was notified before the surgery what I was paying to ensure that they could cover it. I was baffled to believe that $150 had gone unaccounted.

I know I signed a bunch of bullshit saying that what I paid might not be a final amount, but the fact that they put a gun against my head before I got the procedure to pay the full estimated amount before I got anything done was pretty sketchy. Plus, now I owed more?

It felt like this:

I had taken out a loan with Affirm to pay for the procedure initially, so now the extra lollygagging charge pushed me past what my insurance could afford. And yes, $150 isn’t a crazy amount of money, but I still felt blindsided and wanted answers.

Since it was Christmas Eve and the day fell on a Wednesday, I would need to wait until Monday the 29th to call my insurance company to figure out what went on. So, I waited and enjoyed my Christmas…

After 4 to 6 days, I called my insurance company.

They were confused by this billing process and sent me a breakdown of what they were sent back in August following my procedure. It was for what the original cost estimation was sent to them, the same cost estimation that I based my Affirm loan on.

Both me and the insurance operator were very confused about where the $150 came from. They knew my policy was going to be maxed, but that was also based on the original estimated amount I owed. So we both felt like this:

It was time to go to war. A war that had been brewing silently for months had finally come to a head. The final straw was this smeckledorf billing job. I had to take action.


I tried to call the offices of my dentist initially, but since it was that weird work week in between Christmas and New Year’s, I didn’t reach anyone.

So, I wrote an email addressing all of my concerns. Here are the main points:

  1. Why am I finding out about this nearly 5 months after the procedure?
  2. The office manager sent me an email on July 14 saying I just needed to pay $802.30. I had to pay over time using Affirm and am still making payments for this procedure. Why wasn’t this cost given to me at the start?
  3. When my insurance company was billed, the invoice didn’t match the original estimate/procedure cost. Why was my insurance overcharged unexpectedly and why wasn’t I notified about proper charges then? I called my insurance company and they were confused about this billing process as well.
  4. This entire billing process is extremely misleading.
  5. During the procedure, I had water splashed on my face and was awake during the second tooth extraction. Being charged extra for the anesthesia during surgery that I was awake for doesn’t make sense to me either.

I threw in the last bullet point because that was my declaration of war. If they could remember $150 after nearly 5 months, I could start remembering things from 5 months ago too.

I also didn’t make it up: I had water splashed on my face during the procedure which woke me from the anesthetic slumber and I was entirely awake for the second tooth extraction. I felt the clamp, I felt it break my tooth, and I felt them yank it out. While I was numb and couldn’t feel the pain of it, I still felt the uncomfortable pressure aspects of having your tooth yanked out.

So, I awaited my reply. Surely my declaration of war would ruffle some feathers and I would hear from them soon…


Flash forward to February: I still haven’t heard from them directly about my billing.

They’ve sent the same canned response about me owing $150 FIVE TIMES. To which I replied with the same questions I asked above FIVE TIMES.

They would not only send an email, but also send an accompanying text. This text and email both welcomed responses within the chains if I had any questions, but apparently not the questions I was asking. I’m curious if they would’ve replied sooner if I were asking these questions:

I tried the phone a couple of times as well, leaving voicemails each time, but it instructed me to also reach out by email, so it was just one big customer service loop nightmare.

In the fifth email, they threatened to send me to collections over $150.

I thought it was over. They had me dead to rights. Even though it wouldn’t be a criminal amount and despite it being a medical procedure, the billing company is some 3rd party company that would impact my credit score if I was sent to collections.

But, they slipped up. In the email threatening to send me to collections, they said “This is to notify you that you have an outstanding personal balance that is seriously past due and we have not received a response from you after multiple attempts.”

“NOT RECEIVED A RESPONSE FROM YOU”

It was my silver bullet. I had them cornered. It was time to send in my entire arsenal of pent up Irish anger that’s been boiling for generations.


Knowing I had phone records, texts, and emails with a paper trail, I was ready to call them out on their bullshit and go straight to a lawyer.

But because lawyers are expensive and Cicero’s own Saul Goodman isn’t available for my current predicament, I had to take this into my own hands.

I looked up what I could do before lawyering up and it appeared the best course of action was to “officially dispute” the bill. I didn’t know I could officially dispute anything, but as long as I disputed it in writing, it counts as an official dispute that would grant me legal protection in the hands of a collection agency if they proceeded with the billing while I was disputing it.

So, I sent them an email with the subject line:

FORMAL BILLING DISPUTE – REQUEST FOR CLEAR ITEMIZED EXPLANATION

This email laid out my original questions but instead of a polite “Thanks” to cap off the email, it ended with a threat of my own to contact the Illinois Attorney General’s Office, the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, and the Better Business Bureau.

Now actually feeling like Saul Goodman, I felt like I needed to not only win, but hit them where they hurt as well:

Following the dispute email, I left negative reviews on their Google Business page, Facebook page, and on Yelp.

A review which you can find here and where you can also know exactly what dentist in Chicago I don’t recommend.


Following my review postings, they called me within minutes.

They apologized for the poor communication and the experience I had and waived the final $150. They asked if I’d consider taking down my reviews and I said I’d consider it.

I haven’t considered it for a second. It’s my trophy of victory. Being on the phone with them after months of bullshit and threats to my good name to collections truly felt like this:

Following the last few years of bullshit from medical professionals, I had won.

Misdiagnoses, prayer-and-scare tactics, nothing or cancer, being billed for nothing, being misled into taking out loans to pay for a procedure, having my insurance being fucked with. All of it led to this.

The war was finally over. My money was returned.


A Yub Nub celebration across the galaxy was in order for this victory and an end to a trilogy that spanned multiple years on this blog.

Evil has been defeated and I have won. This victory was not just for me, but it was for everyone who’s ever been in this position.

This is a declaration to say you don’t have to just pay what they say. You pay what you say. It’s your life, you don’t have to take things lying down just because some official email tells you to.

You can write a blog about it and jump from SpongeBob references to Breaking Bad references all the way to Star Wars and Seinfeld references if you want. But you certainly don’t have to just pay what they say.

To anyone who says I’m being ridiculous across all three of these blogs: you’ve been broken by the American Healthcare System and the evil insurance and pharmaceutical companies that pull their strings from behind the curtain. We do not have to put up with their bullshit. Again, I don’t think the people who’re caring for folks in hospitals and saving lives are evil themselves, they’re the best of people. But they are used as pawns to deal with people like me in the grand scheme setup by these evil corporations so that those on top don’t have to answer my questions.

I mean, really, we have people who nearly bleed to death in the street wanting to call an Uber to the hospital instead of an ambulance or choose to not even go at all because it’ll be too expensive.

SpongeBob even made a reference to this:

But my full thoughts on that might just have to be a spinoff for another day…

For now, like all great trilogies, we end echoing the beginning. It’s like poetry, it rhymes:

Evil can always return. Disney might reboot my story 30 years from now. Who knows?

All I know is that I will be enjoying my victory while I can…

~DS