I’ve decided to really get my money’s worth out of my various insurances, because I spent the morning in oral surgery and still a bit foggy from the gas and sedatives, and pain pills.
There must be an unwritten contract for surgeons in St. Louis, because the oral surgeon was just as nice as the surgeon that removed my gall bladder. However, I think I’ve about had a surfeit of nice surgeons, as well as lab x-rays and broken bones, surgery, pain pills and various other things.
Life, just because I now have insurance, doesn’t mean you you have to dump all those things you’ve been saving up on me all at once.
Still, everything that’s been treated is taken care of, never to return. My health is great, my blood pressure has never been better. Damme, kick my tires, I got miles to go, babies.