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In the world of blog, content is king and, wouldn’t you know, I have brain lock this evening, but the show must go on, so allow me to rant about how I met my insurance deductable this last year. Though Summer ‘07 was one of running, cycling, swimming and competing in events, it was also the season of my highest medical bills ever. Being in business for myself, I have a high-deductible insurance plan, which for me really means, “I’m not going to the doctor because it costs too much”.
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Well, around the end of July, I started getting a pain in my chest that over the course of 36 hours got worse and worse. After the second night of dealing with the discomfort, I wake up in the morning, get out of bed and am staggered by this chest pain. So I decide to go to the minor emergency clinic, “on my way out of town”, to get checked. At that point, I was convinced it was something to do with my lungs, but nothing life-threatening. A while back I had a heart scan for artery blockage and everything looked great. Now, at the clinic, I get with the doc and didn’t have the good sense to NOT tell him that the pain made me break out in a profuse sweat. So he orders an EKG and now I’m starting to think about what this visit is going to cost. It takes longer to hook me up than it does to run the test, and afterward I go to the bathroom (being a heavy water drinker). I get out of the bathroom and saunter back down the hall, all happy yet a little nervous now, as the doctor and nurse are staring at me like they were somewhat surprised that am still on my feet. Now, this doc is acting, all of a sudden, like he wants me out of there. He says my EKG was wacky (my term, not his) and he’s sending me to the ER - in an ambulance!
“Whoa, whoa, hold on just a second. You think I’m having a heart attack?” (Now I am feeling just a little sick). I had always told my wife, “if I ever have heart problems, you get me to Mercy Hospital in Oklahoma City, don’t let anybody take me to [unnamed hospital] for my heart.” So, I released the clinic from liability for letting me, presumably, a guy having a heart attack - with risk of dying at any moment, drive a 2,000 lb hunk of metal down the road, and they gladly said goodbye and breathed a sigh of relief that I was not their problem anymore. I drove home to pick up my wife and headed for Oklahoma Heart Hospital.
I’ll finish this in another post. Hopefully tomorrow evening.