I knew Monday would be like it developed. It’s hard to explain (as is anything that has to do with the government), but Medicare requires that we meet a certain quota of new patients a year based upon how much money we bill Medicare for. If we don’t meet that quota, Medicare charges us. Go figure. Well, our year to meet our quota ended on Sunday.

Our public relations woman ran circles this past week trying to get the three more patients we needed. (Well, she runs circles all the time, so it was relative.) My boss wasn’t that worried about it, though. Last year he fell short ten. What’s three to ten? I kind of had a feeling that as soon as the year ended, we’d have a busload of patients knocking on our door. And wouldn’t you know. Today alone we received three new patients.

Guess that goes for next year’s quota…