stereotypical single woman

I know, as a member of Blog365, I’ve already flubbed this year up. Sure, earlier this week I did a little creative dating to cover one of the days I missed. And that’s allowable. I know there’s also a stipulation that lets people without an internet connection, for whatever reason, post when they get back. And now I’ve also decided that if you have an ovarian cyst rupture you get a few days off to recover.

Yep, it’s been a fun week. I have a history of them, so I knew what was happening when I woke up with abdominal pain on Thursday. I know from experience that there’s not a whole lot a doctor can or will do to treat or prevent them. It’s very much a take a couple pain killers, lay down on the couch with a heating pad across your abdomen, wait and see if any more serious symptoms develop type of thing. I was scared though, because there’s always the possibility that it won’t stop bleeding or that the cyst has twisted your ovary and injured it. I read way too much Mayo Clinic.com and Web MD. And to make matters even more complicated I now have health insurance, but until midnight tonight I’m only covered for injuries, not illness. So if I went to the emergency room any time before 12 am on February 11th none of it would be covered OR come off my $2500 deductible* And that’s an extra grand that I just don’t have right now. So instead I went home to Grand Rapids, the rationale being that if anything did happen and I had to go in to the emergency room at least I’d be around my family, at a familiar hospital, not all by myself at a strange hospital 165 miles away. Luckily though the pain has gotten easier to bear over the last few days, I don’t have a fever, I’m not nauseas, or showing any signs of shock, so I feel relatively safe waiting to see my doctor until next Friday (yep, at this place even when you have abdominal pain that is the earliest they can get you in.) If not, at least at midnight tonight I can go to the emergency room and know that I may be paying a grand, but at least it will all be coming off my deductible.

All of this has made me realize that I need to marry a doctor. Not for the money or prestige of being a doctor’s wife, but so I have free 24 hour health care. And if I’m freaking out about something at 1:30 in the morning I can convince him to take me into his office and do a quick ultrasound, just to make sure everything’s okay.

*yep, that’s the US health care system for you. I am seriously tempted to move to Canada. It would only add an extra three miles to my commute every day……..but unfortunately that three miles would add 45 minutes thanks to Customs.