Undoubtedly, when organizing your life you leave out variables. Mainly because at the time of original organization, they are not readily apparent to you.
This 2012-2013 school year was my plan, and I accounted for the variables. I planned my money to work until I graduate. My apartment situation will get a little awkward come April when I can’t renew my lease, and don’t have anywhere to go except back home; but that’s just something I figured I’d deal with when that button came time to be pushed. I planned for tuition, books, food, books, tuition, food, and insurance. I took out health insurance. I did this because my previous profession made me exceedingly aware of the difficulties of having a life without insurance in this lovely country of non-socialized medicine. Health care is a negative right, y’all.
So I took it out. $85 a month. The shit policy of covering well visits, my prescriptions, and everything rolling into a deductible of $7500 before the plan paid 100% to providers. I took this out because it was $85 a month. A monetary amount permissible to the lowly life of a student. I’m sure as hell glad I didn’t go with student insurance (those plans are a damn joke). I did this because, in my head at least, I figured – “HEY! I’m 26. I’m healthy. I’ll be totes fine for a year and then I’ll get good insurance again, and it’ll be allllright.”
Yeah, f*me side ways and call me Shirley, it’s not.
I’ve been having pain in my right side for about two weeks now. I haven’t been able to run without excruciating pain. And at night? Oh gaw, at night it’s terrible. My whole abdomen tenses up and feels like someone is shoving a knife right through the cracks in my rib cage. So I decided that this was something probably worth going to see a doctor for – and turns out, I was right.
Apparently it’s common for women to have issues with their gall bladders. Apparently women are just prone to a lot of suckiness in their bodies. Mine turns out to have a bunch of “sludge” around it that could eventually turn into gallstones. But seeing as the sludge itself is causing a fist full of pain, they seem pretty worried.
I got this phone call at 7am this morning after my ultrasound yesterday. I’m sitting up, waiting, waiting, waiting until 9am so that I can call the GI Specialist and see when I can get in, and see if this thing needs to be removed or not.
The shit thing? Let’s go back to that deductible of mine…
I did not account for my damned gallbladder to have to be removed this year. That was probably the furthest thing from my mind that I would have had to account for – and I didn’t see that one coming. This policy was supposed to be the “hey – I got into a car wreck – don’t let me die” insurance. Or the “hey, I broke a bone playing ultimate” policy. Not the “Hey, my side hurts like a bitch – oh Gallbladder removal surgery!” policy.
I don’t even know where to start….
I guess I’ll just wait until 9am and see when I can get in to see the GI.
(sorry for the language, I’m just…gaaaahh)