That's good. Since we all know that if you like your doctors, you can keep your doctors, all will be well.
I should have gone into the insurance biz. Where else could you run such a completely legitimate scam machine and get government bailouts to boot.
A while back I realized I was woefully underinsured to make sure Mrs. ArGee has enough time to get her feet under her if I die. So I applied for life insurance.
My liver enzymes were a tad high. Not a lot high. Not enough for my doctor to even recommend any action, but no insurance without a diagnosis and the hepatologist insisted he needed a biopsy for that.
Srsly? Let him cut out a piece of my liver when there are no indicitations of illnesses that might impact the liver? Are you bananas? I’ll try another insurance company, thank you.
But, as part of the process I did get an ultrasound which showed a healthy liver, but an enlarged spleen and polyps on my gallbladder. The second insurance company thought my blood tests were fine but wants to be sure the polyps aren’t cancerous. Everything else about my medical history makes me Prime Plus, but I had to get that sonogram.
AAAUUUGGGHHHH.
It looks like the best thing I can do for Mrs. ArGee is divorce her now and let her marry a NYC gazillionaire before I kick the bucket.
She’s a wonderful woman if any of you are gazillionaires.
Actually, Bryan’s job has conforming insurance, so we
don’t have ObozoCare meddling in our medical needs.