I’m cramming! Cramming in every medical appointment that I can possibly think of.
My work’s fiscal year is October 1. That is also when our medical insurance renews. I have a high deductible health plan. That means I pay out the wazoo until I hit the deductible. Then I’m golden til the next year.
It works well if your entire family contracts Ebola. It is less useful for the sniffles. I had never met my deductible until this year, and I was strategic about it. I had shoulder surgery on Oct. 4, 2018. I met my deductible in the first week of the plan year, and I’ve seen every doctor in town since. I have had major back issues and taken care of them – or at least tried. I’ve had my shoulder rechecked to ensure all is well. I tackled my toenail fungus last November, and I’m thankful to report it is gone – WHOOP WHOOP! I’m sure I picked that up in the Y shower. YUCK.
I saw a counselor to make sure I was mentally sound – still in question, but it was good to talk some things out. I had a colonoscopy and an endoscopy and an ultrasound of unspeakable parts, just in case. I talked to my doctor about my poor sleeping habits, saw a sleep doctor and am on a drug to give me rest.
All this and I have three more weeks to go!
I’m hitting the chiropractor again, getting my ingrown toenail sliced open and perhaps steroids shots in my back. The only thing I hate worse than physical pain is financial pain. I gotta get it all in before my plan goes back to ground zero. October 1, its back to suffering. I do not plan to go to the doctor again unless I lose a limb – or two.
If I have a prescription, it shall be filled, this month. I don’t care if I need it or not. I might get pink eye again… at some point in the future, and there is one refill left on those little drops! Maybe I have an anti-nausea suppository refill. I better check.
I may get Botox, pectoral implants and see if they can do a bladder lift by the end of the month. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but I might as well ask.
I’ve been overlooking issues for years simply because I don’t want to spend so much stinkin’ money on medical care. I don’t like to go to the doctor, but I also don’t like fungus on my toes. I’m not going back for some time, so I guess I’ll invest in some heavy duty flip flops. And fellas at the Y, would you please do the same? I’m finally clean here!