I spent over an hour today wrestling with the medical maze, i.e., the UCLA medical bureaucracy. I think all is well; I think it was a false alarm. I changed my primary care physician this morning and was told that I may be charged for my visit with my new PCP last Tuesday, because he wasn't officially my PCP then. UCLA says he was, my insurance says no. None of this garbage has anything to do with actual medicine--it's all bureaucratic BS. Arrrggghh! Mercury retrograde may be officially over, but this sounds very Mercury retrogradish to me.