The appointment lasted nearly three hours. Three. I read half a book in the waiting room. The doctor called me back to tell me that DS's eyes had worsened considerably, which was somewhat puzzling as they were expected to be fairly stagnant from here on out. So he was going to do some further testing to make sure there wasn't an underlying cause. As DS has some serious chronic health issues anyway, this was enough to make me edgy to begin with.
After another round of testing, the doctor assured me DS's eyes were healthy and he just needs a new pair of specs. So we head over to the other side of the office to check out the offerings. I ask to see the $99 for everything section. That section included a whopping four frames, none of which DS would be caught dead in - and I couldn't blame him. So we moved on. DS finally settled on a set of frames that cost $180. Insurance would pick up $100 and we would pay 80% of the remainder - $64. Not ideal, but I didn't think that was too bad.
So the woman starts keying in all the information, the insurance, the discounts, the prescription etc. She then turns her screen around to show me my final price. The only reason I didn't fall out of the chair is because I thought I was looking at the wrong number. I made her point to it.
Are you ready? ....$410!
I all but started crying right there in the middle of the office. When I recovered a bit, I stammered a lot and said I had never paid that much for glasses and how could they be that much - after insurance and discounts?? She said it was the specialty lenses that DS now requires.
And, you know, it's kind of like when you take the car to be fixed and they tell you what it's going to cost to make it drivable. I mean, what can you do? You have to have it. DS has to have glasses to see.
So I pulled out my grocery money for the week and wrote a check for the rest and paid half of the bill. The other $200 will be due when we pick up the glasses. I haven't figured out where that's coming from. I really don't know. In the past, I would have paid for them with a credit card, so I guess I'm making progress. But it sure doesn't feel like it.
I'm sick. Just sick. And I cannot wait for the day when I can handle an unexpected $400 bill without losing sleep that night. I just wonder if that day will ever come.