So. Percy the Painful Endometrial Polyp isn’t getting evicted right now.
Because I do not have $3,500 to throw at a hospital. It’s $500 down payment, plus $43 for a co-pay, in addition to the $644.39 I already paid to my doctor’s office. And that is just to get them to schedule the procedure.
So I am frustrated, angry and headed towards furious because I will continue to be in a hell of a lot of pain until I can afford to get this fixed. I am low on spoons and not writing as much as I could.
I’ve had to prioritize functionality and let Camp NaNoWriMo fall by the wayside in hopes of being able to keep up on day to day tasks.
It’s a game of chess. Sacrifice a pawn here to move a rook safely; shift a knight backwards to keep hold. It should be noted that I am absolutely terrible at chess, but love enough to have a purse-sized travel board that I carry with me. And! To continue the cheese chess gag: Percy will be checkmated, sooner or later.
I will keep going. I will work on getting the situation resolved. And I will strive to get back into my blogging schedule. But, like wearing matching socks, I can make no promises.
Love, laughter, and light is the motto. All the best, my lovely readers.
I’m alive. Rough couple of weeks, but I have a great update to my word count! And I’ve changed my hair color. Colors? Whatever. I’m a unicorn!
Word Count update: 44,888. Isn’t that a lovely number?
There’s been so much going on here as of late. More blanket making, a pair of babies born, and a nerdy wedding! Not mine, but two dear women I both call friends joined names and hearts in a delightful ceremony.
My fibromyalgia gremlin, now nicknamed Francis, has been handing me my metaphoric arse for several weeks now. And I’m still low on spoons, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel! Percy, the Endometrial Polyp, will be evacuated on the 27th of this month. Woo!
But now I need sleep, as I’ve been working nine days straight and have another five until a day “off”.
Love and laughter, y’all!
I posted a quick rant on my personal blog. But the skinny of it is that, to get my endometrial polyp removed, I have to pre-pay for the surgery.
Before the procedure.
There’s something wrong when the after insurance cost is still kissing the underside of a grand. It could be worse. I know this. I could have NO insurance. But I’m allowed to be frustrated. Because the pain I deal with every day, outside of the fibromyalgia, won’t abate until Percy is gone.
I’m frustrated and just a little hopeless right now. I know it’ll get better. I’m just freaking out to the point of aching chest, shaking hands, and a quick crying jag in a stall in the ladies’ room right now.
I’m going to have a cup of tea and take a minute to breathe. I will deal with this mess properly after work.