(Yes, my mother watched soap operas when I was little. Why? And no, I never watched that soap once I was old enough to know what a "soap" was. My interest went directly to ABC. If you're old enough, you know what that means.)
So now it's 54 days, but again, I'm not really counting.
Another thing I'm not counting, or ...... am trying very hard not to count ...... are the dollars that I'll be spending tomorrow when I go in for my infusion. With no insurance coverage.
At all.
Zero.
Zilch.
Nada (for our Spanish speakers).
I talked to the doctor's office today, to tell them that I'd be covering it myself. And I asked, with much trepidation, how much it would be.
I was hugely, and very pleasantly, surprised when I was told it would be $150.
My reply: "Ummmmm, really? (said with much unbelief)"
Hers: "Yes. It'll be $150.00"
Me: "So ...... is there an additional charge for the office visit?"
Her: "No, it's just the $150.00."
Me: "Great! Thanks, and I'll see you tomorrow."
Her" "OK. See you then."
I was beyond surprised. I had expected her to tell me it was in the neighborhood of ...... hopefully you're sitting down ...... $5,000.00.
Yes, seriously.
So 150 was amazing!
I should've known.
Within 20 minutes my phone rang again, and I knew, without looking, that it was from my doctor's office.
It was another woman, who apologized profusely for the quote I was given, but said that it had been the wrong quote. No surprise.
She then gave me the new cost.
And I tried not to choke or gag in response.
But here I am, stuck in a very hard place ...... due to have my next infusion in less than 24 hours, and still being new with this and not certain if it's working or not ...... but not wanting to completely give up on it ...... in case it will help.
Thankfully they take credit cards.
And hopefully, hope against hope, I'll have insurance before the next infusion.
Though my hopes for that really aren't that high. I highly doubt that it will be covered.
Because, no matter what people think, insurance companies can, and still do deny a person insurance based on their pre-existing conditions.
And that's the truth.
Nothing has to change, legally, until February of next year. At that point in time, they will supposedly be barred from rejecting a person based on that.
Supposedly.
Maybe they'll reject me for the R.A., but give me a completely different reason for the rejection. And who can prove it's anything different?
Hopefully, that won't happen. And maybe I'll be able to benefit from the Obama-whatever. That would be nice.
As for right now, I have managed to obtain temporary health insurance for the 4 kids and myself. But it covers nothing that's pre-existing, and nothing beyond that until I reach the large deductible.
So I'll be having them swipe my credit card tomorrow. And be like thousands of others who wonder if they'll have to choose a different medical path, rather than paying upwards of $10,000 for this treatment.
In other news (because who wants to focus on such insane and negative news?), life is moving along.
Mostly smoothly.
I know.
I keep looking up, hoping to not get hit in the head by the "other shoe".
Son #3 and I went to see "Olympus Has Fallen" Friday night. I liked it. And even better, he liked it.
It was violent, but not really more than any other "guy movie". I've become quite used to "guy movies" over the past 8 years. After the girls were all off to college and left me here to fend for myself.
I know. Pretty selfish, right?
:)
Anyway, I thought it was good. It kept me on the edge of my seat.
Then yesterday I went to church and then the two of us went to a Circle friend's home for Easter dinner. I was glad that she invited us. This was the first Easter in a very, very long time, that I had no plans. Whatsoever.
I knew that none of the kids would be here. They had, after all, just spent time in NY with me. And I knew that Son #2 would have to work. It's a busy day for them.
I wasn't sure if Son #3 would be working, but figured he'd go off with friends. So I was pleasantly surprised when he said that he'd be going to my friend's house with me.
Very pleasantly.
We had a nice time.
He had an even nicer time when I gave him my car key and let him leave right after we ate. To be fair, he was the only teen there, and he did stick it out longer than I thought he would. He was a trooper. So when another friend arrived, I let him escape, knowing that I could get a ride home with her.
And instead of getting a ride home, we got invited to yet another Circle friend's home. She's from Scotland and had a friend from there visiting. And many other friends. Those Scots can party! :)
So it was a nice day. I got to hang out with my Son, and with friends. Who could ask for more?
Son #3 is going to OSU next weekend, so I'll have the house to myself. Which really isn't all that different from him being home, seeing how he's usually working/hanging with friends on weekends.
Had I planned ahead, I'd be heading to NY. But I did not. And really, 2 days isn't nearly enough time to be there.
So I'll be here. And it'll be a nice weekend.
In 2 more weekends I'll be at Camp Widow East.
I can hardly believe it's upon us again.
Time really does fly.
Again.
And that's ok.
:)
Happy Monday, Peeps.
:)
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