Well, as of Wednesday, I officially met my $4200 insurance deductible for the year, so I thought I'd celebrate! How, you ask? By having an expensive procedure that won't be covered!
I'm only covered for diagnostic IF issues, not treatments of any kind. So, Monday I'm having my mock transfer and SIS in preparation for an IVF cycle. Out of pocket. Fun! We haven't met with the financial counselor yet, so I have no idea what this is going to cost. The old me would have had a breakdown of the costs of everything before I set foot in the office. The new me realizes that this has to happen, and it's not like I'm going to shop around for a bargain (I wouldn't trade my RE for anything in the world), so it is what it is.
New truck for J? On hold. Kitchen remodel? On hold. Life in general? On hold.
I think back to the good old days, when I bitched about a $90 prescription for antibiotics I had to take before my HSG. Oh, I giggle at that little innocent that I was way back in, what was it, June?
The real irony is we're going to pay for this with money left to me by my grandmother. The really strict Southern Baptist one who would roll over in her grave if she knew her money was being spent on reproductive technology that is from.the.devil.
I guess if we get knocked up as a result, I could always name the baby after her. Except that I'm already named for her, and that would be just weird. Flojat, Jr? Doesn't quite have the right ring to it. Besides, I shouldn't be counting my embryos before they hatch.
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