April 17, 2013

Highs and Lows and Suggestions

Today has been an odd day. I went in for my pre-op today for my Friday morning surgery. (I'm having a hernia repaired.)

Check in chick: OK, I see here they tried to get hold of you yesterday, but did not.

Me: I wasn't home. What for?

Check in chick: Oh, you owe us a co-pay before we can do your surgery. Your deductible. Hmm. That is $6000...

Me: *blink*

Check in chick:

Me: Uhhh... do you take credit cards?

Check in chick, cheerfully: We sure do!

Me: Ummm... well, let's see how this goes. I don't know what my limit is and I don't think I've ever even had a credit card bill half that. I think the most I've ever put on is a couple hundred dollars. So... let's see if it works... *inside I'm thinking, Holy frickin crap*

Check in chick: It worked!

Me: Great.

Lovely. I'd taken off of work, so at one point I sent a txt to my boss telling him of the bloodletting. His response was "Ouch" and my response to him was, "That's not the four letter word I was thinking of..."

Whatever. It has to get done. I wonder if my husband can stop payment if I die...

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Speaking of dying, my phone is. I'm waiting for the phone I want to go on serious sale... or to be free. Until then, I was able to back up all my contacts and videos and photos which means...

.... I'll be posting videos! I cannot believe how much Bones has changed. Good grief. In one year...

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The boys have decided they are hungry for cookies and since I don't have any in the house, they are baking.

Ringo: Mom, when it says cream, what does that mean?

Me: You're working with sugar and butter?

Ringo: Yes. Do I just do this *kneading motion* with my hands?

Me: No, that's called kneading... you need my mixer.

So the three of them are in there, laughing and carrying on, my mixer is going from fast to slow to faster to slow, like they are playing with speeds, and Bones is singing in Italian.

This should be interesting. I hear arguing about eggs too... and measurements. It's never a good thing when Bones is in charge of measuring...

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Lastly, this is my niece, the Wee Flambina, who just turned 2 last week.

I think if we had 'Bug Boot Day' and everyone in the world had to wear bug boots, we'd get a lot accomplished. How seriously can you take someone if they're wearing bug boots?

Or a pink feather tiara?

bug Boots2.jpg

If I were Queen, anytime two countries had to sit down together and sift out their differences, everyone would have to wear bug boots and pink feather tiaras.

And Congress would have to every time they were trying to pass a budget.

What they're currently doing is evidently not working. They should try my idea next.

Posted by Boudicca at April 17, 2013 08:47 PM
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I think you meant, Congress would have to wear them until they passed a budget.

Otherwise they would be wearing the "bunny suit" from A Christmas Story.

Posted by: The Thomas at April 17, 2013 09:23 PM

Oh you are right. Nobody is REALLY trying. What a joke.

Posted by: Bou at April 17, 2013 09:27 PM

That's a fantastic idea! Can you picture Pelosi in a pink feather... never mind, I think she already has one.

Good luck with the surgery! Never heard of a $6,000 deductible. Thought ours was bad at $2500! :(

Posted by: pam at April 18, 2013 06:18 AM

Pam- Yeah, I think it's akin to catastrophic insurance. Actually, our deductible is $7000. We just already met $1000 of it earlier in the year.

Our accountant is always harassing us, 'Why don't you put the max amount in your HSA?" to which I reply, "Uhh... cuz we don't have that max amount?" Who has that kind of extra cash? Evidently we'll be funneling it through HSA now as I try to pay down my credit card. Good grief.

Posted by: Bou at April 18, 2013 07:26 AM

By the way, this is the kind of deductible people have when they have to buy their own insurance. We're self insured. It is $10000 to insure our family of 5 w/a $7000 deductible.

Posted by: Bou at April 18, 2013 07:27 AM

Good luck with your surgery. I hope they give you plenty of painkillers. You don't need the hassle.

I'm glad the boys are learning how to cook. It's an essential skill for MEN too!

Posted by: George P at April 18, 2013 10:41 AM

Good luck with the surgery. Yeah, it's damned expensive to be self insured. You do need to get that hernia fixed though so it's one of those things where it's just.... bite the bullet. *sigh*

Now I want a pair of bug boots. Maybe not the tiara but definitely the boots. ;)

Posted by: Teresa at April 18, 2013 10:51 AM

George- Yeah, I'll get drugs. It guarantees me at least 24 hours sleep and then I'm being back to Sleepless in WPB. So done with that...

They can cook an actual meal. They grill all the time. And they've baked bread and muffins, but this is the first time they've made cookies from scratch. Odd...

Teresa- I'm uncomfortable enough for long periods of time that I need to get it fixed. Plus, it looks bad in my gowns.

Bones just informed me they are... frog boots. Whoda thunk it?

Posted by: Bou at April 18, 2013 02:57 PM