I had a doctor’s appointment last Thursday at a local hospital. I recently started swelling up like a beached whale due to fluid retention. It’s amazing that if I eat too much salt, drink too much water, and exercise too much my heart failure almost immediately starts becoming congestive heart failure, just like they told me it would. Who would ‘a’ thought?
So I went in for this appointment that was actually with a nurse practitioner that specializes in heart failure. On my way to the office I stopped in one of the hospitals bathrooms to try to shed as much fluid and ounces as I could before they evaluated me. It amused me that they had done an environmentally and financially intelligent thing by installing a flushless toilet and then didn’t know what to do with the old toilet’s flush button. So they locked it up. Beuracricies come up with some of the coolest fixes.
More silly thoughts. When I got home I had some medical surveys to do and a pharmacy survey that could win me $100.00. I was dismayed filling both in when I had to enter my birth year. I started right at the top and now I have to scroll down to find my year. My year doesn’t even show up on the page without scrolling. On the pharmacy survey I am much closer to the bottom than the top. Do they put it in that order because as you get older you’re getting closer to being put in the ground?
Another depressing document I opened yesterday with the mail was a notice from my new credit union that I can apply for their cheap life insurance. It’s very attractive. No phone calls are necessary, you just have to answer a few short questions. As soon as I see the questions about my cardiac status I know where it’s headed. I haven’t been able to by life insurance since 1996. I have a small policy that somehow in my youth at the age of 24 I decided to get.
Who knew that would be it. One mature decision long ago is the only reason I have any life insurance and it isn’t nearly enough. I’ve looked into getting more several time. The closest thing I could find was a company that charged about four times the normal rate for two years during which if I’d died I couldn’t collect. After the two years were up the rate came down almost to half of what it was and I would get paid if I died, yay. Every insurance agent said I would be better off in the long run, if I planned to live for a while, to just take what a normal policy would cost and keep investing it every year. Of course there hasn’t been many months where at the end I’ve been able to say, “Hey, here’s extra money, I will invest it now.” Not since the medical bills have piled up.
What a life. I can’t complain. I’m breathing. I’m writing a post that only a few people will come across and most will dismiss, but I’m having fun. So, there, life, take that.