Does this pic get your attention?I am so bugged right now, I should probably refrain from posting. But here goes..... "Many moons" ago, Robb and I decided to change our insurance coverage to a cheaper plan so we could afford diapers, formula, milk and all of the fun stuff that comes with having six children. We really thought it was the responsible choice after weighing everything. We knew we needed more money in our pocket and it really didn't look that different when it came to the coverage. We figured the money we saved on premiums would hugely benefit our monthly budget (and keep us off food stamps....lol.)
In the meantime--many of you know I have been ...how shall we put this--abundantly blessed with the most beautiful very grose...i mean vericose veins one could ask for. Having two sets of twins has made my "blessing" even more evident. Soon after our boys were born, I checked into surgery for my "knotty" little friends and was discouraged to learn that it would be a rough recovery and I wouldn't be able to hold the boys until healed. So, needless to say, having two babies that (at the time) needed to be lifted in and out of cars, bed etc. the timing was bad and I decided to just "live with it." Once the boys became more independant I again dreamed of a day with "pain free" legs. Only to find that all three of our girls would need braces--the same year. So again we were out of money. I think I failed to mention that this is a costly procedure even after insurance. We were looking at a $5000 price tag for our portion. So--now that the braces are paid off and the boys don't need lifting (as much) I celebrated HUGELY knowing that "this was my year!!!!" In fact, two Sundays ago I nearly squealed with delight thinking that in less than a month I'd be well on my way to pain free legs. I could hardly wait for summer. Not because I would have "bulge free" legs, but because summer stinks. The heat causes horrible swelling and itching and I can actually feel blood pooling in my veins. It's really quite miserable once it warms up. As it is right now, exercising is painful and I take nearly 1600 mg of IBU every day (that can't be healthy....)
Well friends, today I got word--that since we are on the "poor mans" plan I'm not covered. This bites. Seriously bites. Like I am crying right now bites.
This was my argument to the insurance rep ( in tears)--so taking 1600mg of IBU a day and limiting my exercise isn't causing a bigger problem? I wonder how excited you'll be to pay for my liver transplant after the meds ruin it. Maybe I'll get diabetes from becoming morbidly obese because I can't exercise. I might even get a goiter--you never know......
Her reply: I'm sorry mam, this is a funcional cosmetic surgery. (I told her I got the point after her fourth time saying it.) Cosmetic--give me a break. Cosmetic would be a tummy tuck and a rib reduction. You say rib reduction??? Try having babies grow up there--your rib cage becomes so huge but that's a whole other story.
PS--those sexy legs aren't mine......
PSS--Haley has been so sweet. After she saw me crying on the phone she started offering me a leg rub every night. I guess there's a little good with the bad, right?
