I was responsible.
When I started sleeping with Mr. Dad of Two.
I was responsible and went and got tested for every STD under the sun. Whether or not there is trust involved; I owed it to myself, Mr. D of T, and most importantly, my Child, to know if there was a risk. Because, you know, there’s always a risk.
So I was responsible.
And what do I get for being responsible?
A $500 bill.
How much do I hate my health insurance with its convoluted deductible/coinsurance/lack-of-coverage bullshit? Too much to put in to words.
And, of course, this is a $500 bill on top of the other $500 bill I received for ER labs and the $75 bill for the fucking ER doctor who fucking picked his nose before touching my IBS inflated stomach. He fucking picked his nose and now I owe him money.
I have neither the time nor energy to link you back to all my other health insurance horror stories. But, if you care to pity me some more, you’re welcome to do a search. Or just send me money.
You’ve been quiet about Mr. Dad of Two. I’m guessing things are going well….
Sorry about the insurance asswipes. That sucks.
This is…oh, god, I’m speechless. And pissed off on your behalf. And that disgusting doctor….ugh.
I’m sorry and disgusted with you on all accounts. (I have to say that the Mom in me appreciates your motivation for some of that bill:)
Can I just clarify for my mom? Just so you’re not all thinking that I have a mean mom…
She meant that she’s empathetic in her sorrow and disgust; not that she’s disgusted with me personally.
🙂
sounds like you live in the same state that I live in!
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