Corporate Peon: Going Under


Sunday, July 11, 2004

Going Under

So, it's official. I have to have surgery to remove some tumors. I spent the last 3 months on some horribly expensive medicine that shrunk the tumors a bit. Not enough to allow me to have a laproscopic surgery, but enough to make it a bit easier for Doc.

I found out how expensive the meds were when I went for my last injection. The nurse called the day before my appt and said their supplier had not yet brought the meds over and was not going to be able to before my appt. Rather than postpone my appt, which then would delay everything else (further appts, surgery, blah blah blah), I said "hey, no worries - call the med into my pharmacy, I'll pick it up, pay the co-pay, and bring it with.'

Well, for reasons as yet unknown, the med was not covered at all by my insurance, leaving me with a $500 tag. OUCH. And as we all know, dealing with health insurance is a bitch. So I had the nurse write a note (I felt like I was 12) and managed to get an address to send my plea to. Hopefully, they'll realize that the prior two injections were covered by my plan, and they'll refund me. Either than, or they'll realize they should have charged me, and I'll be screwed. :)

The meds weren't too bad. Though they give me hot flashes - helloooo, annoying as hell! In the middle of an air-conditioned office building, and I start sweating like my life depends on it. After about 5 minutes of that, I'm reaching for my sweater and I'm shaking with chills. Jesus, what I've got to look forward to!

Anyway, back to surgery. Murphy's Law dictated that on Friday, when I had my last check-up, the one nurse in the office who schedules surgery was not working. So I don't have a date yet, which means I can't get my short-term disability going, and I can't transition things to others at work, plan vacations, RSVP to a wedding, etc etc. The bitch better call me tomorrow!

I'll be out of work for about 6 weeks, and as I live alone, I'll be 'moving' into my parents' house for that recoup time. The plan was to stay there for a few weeks, until I could move and handle things, and then I would come back to my little slice of heaven and continue recouping here, alone. However, my dad informed me this weekend that I have no choice in the matter but to spend the entire time at their place. They want to make sure I recoup fully and don't tax myself, which is appreciated, but...

AHHHHH!

I love my folks. I generally get along with them. I had a good time with them this weekend, with my sister and BIL. But stuck there? For 6 weeks? With absolutely no way to sneak a smoke? Or look at porn? Or do any of the things that we do when we live alone????

Didn't know until now that it was possible to both look forward to and dread something.


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