As she ages, Monica continues to test her body in time trials. What does 24 beers in 12 hours do do her that it NEVER used to? We sat around the table as she spun us a tale of such horror. Do I dare repeat it herein?!
"There were drinks and drinks and drinks" and then there was puke. So much vomit expelled that she had "nothing, nothing, nothing" left to give. Until.
My God, until, she had to decide either to face the $2000 deductible or die: "It was either $2000 or stick something up my butt." This is the kind of situation that befalls the improperly insured. IT COULD HAVE BEEN ME.
Thankfully, blessedly, her father (the dentist), was able to prescribe the cheaper solution. That is to say, cheap in dollars--costly in emotional trauma.
Now, Dear Reader, we ask you to thoughtfully examine our query: would you rather pay $2000, or insert your own suppository?
"The prescription was for 6 of them, but I only needed one. So if anyone ever has that problem..." -Monica
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