It's my appointment

And I'll cry if I want to.

And cry, cry I did. And have mucho time since as well. I had a not so pleasant trip to the woman doctor yesterday. Unfortunately it was not a routine visit and there was a procedure involved. Last visit there were tests that lead to said procedure. Apparently insurance didn't see fit to cover even half as much as I paid, therefore, I was slapped with $125 owed from my last visit in addition to my copay when I walked in.

Is this worth tears normally? No. Did I cry and have to pace around the office, slightly yelling at the receptionist, ultimately having to excuse myself to a bathroom stall where I cried it out, applied a little makeup, put on my glasses and went back to wait for the appointment? Well, yes. Yes I did.

See, I am unemployed AND trying to start a company AND recently diabetic AND paying $2000 in medical bills already this year and it's only April. So yes, I cried. I had $2 in my bank account, $27 in cash, only because my loving boyfriend had given me $20 for gas that I hadn't yet used. So to receive a bill for more money was too much.

Plus, there's a little emotional leeway when dealing with procedures in the woman doctor's office - I think so anyway.

So yes, I cried. I cried at the doctor before my appointment even took place. And yes, I cried after I got home and in the shower and laying in bed and again this morning. And guess what? It's my appointment and I can cry if I want to. (although my face is really drying out and needs a break).