this is the part where i'm whiny about being broke

The universe doesn't want me to go to VVC. I'm convinced of this. I'm nearly broke from all the hospital bills I've been getting. My dad said that the insurance company is going to pay me back for everything once the claim is settled, but in the meantime I have no money. I'm getting worried because I got three more bills in the mail this week. I thought I'd finished getting billed, but there are still more coming. It makes my head want to explode. I've talked to so many people at the hospital, in the billing department, and so on. They did something to cut my bills down, but it's still so much. I'm starting to think I'm not on my dad's second insurance and he's stalling me. The primary insurance paid out, but the second one that he got just in case hasn't. I keep asking my dad about it, but he never wants to talk and dances around it, which makes me think I'm screwed. I've been making my plans for Chicago and VVC, but it's feeling financially irresponsible to go on a trip when I'm not sure I'll have the money. But I didn't get to go last year and I really want to go. I'll face reality next week. If the insurance company pays out, then I'll get to go, but I can't go if I'm broke. Would sacrificing a goat help?