Now that I've paid my $8000 deductible for 2017, I'm ramming through every possible test and procedure before December 31. A reevaluation with my cardiologist that I initially didn't think I could afford, BAM!
Ditto for the ultrasound mammogram, BOOM!
More cancer screening and blood work, why certainly... KABOOM!
The absolute cherry on the icing is the upcoming cataract surgery. Who knew direct trauma or even the concussion could cause cataracts! Problem is I can't pinpoint the exact event that caused my cataract many years ago-- too numerous.
But, just like a ripe peach prime for the picking, ye old cataract is now insurance worthy. BADABING BADABOOM!
Revenge is a dish best served with a tiny scalpel.
This is the toric lens that will replace my defunct carbon based one:
It's more expensive than regular replacement lenses, but with the insurance bearing the brunt of the cost, I'll smile when I fork over an extra $1300 for better vision. And this procedure won't be of average cost either... did I ever luck out.
The vision in my right eye has been wildly fluctuating for a couple years. I blamed it on fatigue or blood pressure. Come to find out that I have a partially dislocated lens. My zonular fibers, responsible for contracting the lens, on the bottom half have torn, leaving my lens to wobble.
My new surgeon, originally from China, looked down at me in disgust and said he would try his best to work with my Fwankenstein eye. After two RK surgeries and a corneal ablation, nothing about the shape of my eye is consistent. So sue me.
The look on his face was priceless when he asked me to recount any head trauma for the past three years.
Drum roll please.
Starting with the most recent:
1) Being head butted my a 3000 lb ox (purely an accident, don't be a hater).
2) Falling off horses (plural)
3) Falling off the barn roof (Super Grover maneuver)
4) Knocking myself out with a metal rod causing a fractured temporal bone (no better place to spend Christmas Eve than in the emergency room).
Another blow to the head, the lens would've floated back into the eye causing damage to the retina and everything else. Providence looks out for the clumsy! Major problem averted. Plus, I researched this particular surgeon, he's highly qualified at hemming torn zonules (awesome Scrabble word).
Somehow, my bad luck turns into good luck.
Life is the only game in town, play to win.