First, I should start out this post by saying that our neighbor got a new hose. And now I'm afraid she's discovered my blog. But, her pool is filled and our yard isn't a lake, so I guess it all worked out in the end.
Matt texted me the other morning to tell me he had been in the elevator with the CEO of the giant company that he works for.
Those numbers shocked me because I work for a non-profit and am apparently a little out of touch with how much money business people can make. There are no Ms where I work. We are solidly in the G territory only.
But I am still willing to pay a price for beauty, and when I went to the dermatologist last week, she prescribed a lotion for my face to reduce a few scars I have. She said something about peptides and how it rebuilds collagen, so I was ALL IN. I know some people are all about natural products for your skin, and I get that, but I've struggled with my skin for a long time, so I can really get behind some potions and/or prescription medication.
In fact, last week Michelle texted me that she'd heard the secret to beautiful skin is Cleopatra's Choice Shea Butter, so she ordered herself a jar and was going to report back on the results. I say if it's good enough for Cleopatra, it's good enough for me.
My prescription came in the mail yesterday and then, to continue on with the medical theme of the day, Matt and I sat down after dinner to look at my health insurance options because it's the least wonderful time of the year, open enrollment time.
(I've written this story on the blog before, but insurance is not my wheelhouse. When I got my first job, I brought all my paperwork home to show my parents and excitedly shared with them that I could choose a cafeteria plan. The reason I was excited about that was because I thought cafeteria meant lunch. My dad broke the news that it's a type of healthcare plan and not a grilled cheese and carton of milk every day at noon.)
I tried to log in to the benefits website and kept getting an error message that my username and password were incorrect. I did a search of my email inbox to see if I had the info saved in there. I didn't find it, but what I did find was an email from the benefits website with a password reset every single June since 2012.
Nothing like a tradition.
As I worked on logging in, Matt said, "So, how much did you spend on medical expenses this year?"
He may as well have asked me how many blades of grass are in our yard. I have no earthly idea. Whenever I go to a doctor, I slide that insurance card across the counter and hope for the best, and then submit my receipts for reimbursement if I have to pay anything out of pocket. What I don't do is keep a running tally of all that in my head.
So, we pulled up the record of my expenses and it was like Great Grandma Laura moved in.
Turns out I've spent a lot of time (and money) this year at the podiatrist, dermatologist, and the dentist for a sweet night time mouth guard. Matt said maybe we should just go ahead and add a line item to our budget for me to get my hair washed and curled every week like our grandmothers do because EVERYONE IS A COMEDIAN.
It's hard to predict what medical expenses this year will bring, but we did our best and then I went upstairs to wash my face and put on my new potion. When I came back downstairs Matt gave me a kiss and quite literally got stuck to my face.
As it turns out, that stuff is like glue and I put on a liberal application.
"Umm, what is on your face?" he asked me.
"About $16.72 worth of magic," I told him.
Although if it improves my collagen and peptides like I think it will, it's priceless.
I just hope it's covered by my new insurance. If not, Matt might have to ask the CEO for a little bonus the next time he sees him in the elevator.