Woke up early. Got ready for the MRI. Alec picked me up and we drove up north and found a coffee shop. Nice hot coffee, one single donut hole to cushion the hastily swallowed Ativan pill, and off to the lab. Fill this out, answer these questions, sign here.
Standing on the defense of a case of first rate denial, I plead absolute negligence in finding out before hand what my portion of the costs would be. I got the procedure codes from the desk administrator and gave the ‘ol insurance company a call. When all was said and done, my out of pocket expense was going to be upwards of $800. I don’t think so.
This is not a critical procedure to my MS. It was recommended by a doctor who suggested that as my insurance would be running out soon, and I’d had some flare ups last fall, it might be a really good idea to get them done. I begrudgingly agreed with her and hence today’s scheduled appointment. But $780!? Nuh uh. No way. I just can’t afford that!
Nothing motivates me faster than not being able to accomplish something, even something as simple as not getting a dreaded MRI because I can’t afford the co-pay. Watch out world. Once this Atavin wears off ~ as my brother always says~ I’ll be Back, I’ll be Bold and I’ll be Bad!