The Dental Man, that is. I walked in my door just now, home early from work on a beautiful sunny day, picked up the mail, leafed through it, la la happy. What is this? Oh, an envelope from my dentist. He must be writing to wish me a happy Chanukah, right? Wrong. A bill.
(I'm going to write this next part in white, because it is really scary. Highlight it if you're not afraid of the scary scary number.)
$1,061.84
I knew this bill was coming, and I knew it wouldn't be pretty. I already paid them $850 back in the middle of all the fun, but this payment was waiting on the dentist to check to see if my insurance company would waive its $1,000 per year limit.
Hey, guess what?
It wouldn't.
[Editor's retrospective note: Why did I think it was even a possibility? Why did the dentist's office? Insurance companies aren't exactly known for flexible and forgiving policies.]
This means that I've had $2,911.84 of dental fun in 2006. Here's the part where I could go into how I have a somewhat large credit card bill this month, and how I am supposed to buy plane tickets to Amsterdam, Prague and Vienna next week. But I won't. Instead, I will just say... damn it.
3 comments:
Damn it. I will say it with you. That sucks.
stupid money.
Totally.
If it would make you feel any better, I'll tell you how much I'm paying my orthodontist. Trust me when I tell you it's an obscene amount.
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