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March 09, 2005
Urk
Our insurance company has decided to cover a minimum of the ACL surgery, so we're going to owe a big chunk of change. Apparently my orthopedist isn't in network.
However. My surgery is scheduled for Thursday, March 17 (during spring break), at the new outpatient surgical clinic here in town. So think good thoughts.
It's amazing to me that medicine has advanced so far that my surgery, which 10-15 years ago required slicing the whole knee open, is now a 2-2 1/2 hour outpatient procedure that will result in 1-3 teeny, teeny holes in my leg. And that there are now clinics designed specifically to cater to outpatient surgeries.
A friend of mine told me that 20 years ago or so she had a cyst removed from her finger, and that the operation was done under general anaesthesia. Five years ago, Dave had his gall bladder removed and came home that evening. How things have changed. Just in my relatively short lifespan.
Posted by sally at March 9, 2005 07:50 AM
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Sally, Best of Luck on your ACL repair job. (man, outpatient clinics, soon they'll be like Jiffy Lubes and kids will be waiting in the lobby asking if they can go push the buttons on the operating tables.)
Stupid insurance. If they start giving you shit, just rely on brute strength and base cunning, and you'll be fine.
Posted by: paul at March 14, 2005 02:50 PM
Thank you. I plan to arm wrestle them into submission. (Clearly I won't be able to do any ass kicking for a while after the surgery.)
Posted by: Sallyacious at March 14, 2005 07:28 PM
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