So, I had my big doctor’s appointment on Tuesday. Everything went well with Dr. K and his nurse but the “financial counselor” (aka the Money Lady) actually thought we should pay for IVF. Paying for medical treatment! Of all the wacky concepts. The money bottom line is big but not impossible so we are going to go through this again in 2010, hopefully in the first quarter after W-2s go out. The difference will be that when the Money Lady says “Give me a sum of money roughly equal to a 55 inch TV, please” we can say “Do you accept debit cards?” instead of thinking “Hmmm, should I take a 401k loan or just beg for money on a street corner?”
(Ahem).
Sooo, yeah, it’s a pisser, this waiting nonsense, but what’s another 3 or 4 months? It wasn’t that I thought doing this would be cheap, per se, I just had my hopes up that an insurance miracle perfect storm event would happen and the Money Lady (who reminded me of Blanche) would say, “For you, sugar, we just want a $10 copay and a picture of you holding a baby in 10 or 11 months.”
(A girl can dream, and isn’t that what my life has been an exercise in?)