Jessica*
29th September 2004, 05:35 AM
As I am just too lazy to retype my thoughts and feelings I might as well just copy and paste from LiveJournal to capture how I truly felt then and there that day..
Stupid me, I'm the reason why the appointment was crap!
If I had listened and rethought the words I was saying, I'd have an appointment with a refered thoracic surgeon by now. But noooo, apparently my surgeon interpretted what I was saying as that 'I am fine and don't want a thoracoplasty'. Jerk! I said I don't care about my physical appearance but it still bothers me when I can't sit back comfortably.
Mum talked to me on the way out of the office, down the elevator, and in the car saying how that's what she thought I was saying too. Why would I all of a sudden change my mind in one appointment? Is she stupid or something? I'm all worked up. Mum told me that THIS was the appointment where everything was going to be sorted, don't ask me why I was thinking about THIS one as the check-up. I guess I didn't think as to why I was seeing Sutherland about my ribs when he said he wouldn't be the one operating on them. I should've gone to bed one hour earlier or something so I could've realised what the hell was actually going on. I'm an idiot!
Mum just called on my phone about 3 minutes ago saying that I have another appointment now that she made for November 9th (i think) to get all the paperwork of it all done and all. Ahh! More waiting.
Story-tell time...
Okey, now that I'm over my disappointed-ness of my appointment on Monday, now I can share what happened later that day. A nice, friendly chat between my parents about money...not! I tried not to listen (I literally turned the TV louder and blocked out their conversation) but they were talking about Money, how much the operation will cost, how selfish each other are, etc. etc.
This is all because my thoracoplasty/costoplasty whichever my new surgeon will do, is considered cosmetic surgery so not all of it will be covered by our Medicare. For those who are unsure, Medicare help cover medical costs for families, and because this operation is classed 'cosmetic' it means it's not a necessary procedure for me to have...it's elective surgery. My parents are expecting a $10,000 bill from this operation, and so am I really and we don't have this money lying around as you'd expect.
Now, my Dad had a quiet conversation with me about how he has some money saved to buy a better boat (which is like a retirement present for him) and that Mum has some money saved to go towards her renovated kitchen. He says he understands that my protruding causes me discomfort in chairs and that he's willing to save up the money for me to fix this.
I feel guilty enough with my $20,000 operation in 2002 (where all but about $1,000 was covered, thank-god!), but now to make my parents sacrifice what they've worked towards just to help me sit back in a chair seems selfish for me. I don't know if I want that burden sitting on my shoulders.
And November 8th is my appointment to finalise this business, I don't want to have to say NO, but I also don't want to say yes. Another thing that makes this difficult is how Mum wants this done by the end of this year, where I'd prefer it to be made for the end of next year with Year 12 (final year of school) out the way, etc.
I don't know what to think just yet.
Stupid me, I'm the reason why the appointment was crap!
If I had listened and rethought the words I was saying, I'd have an appointment with a refered thoracic surgeon by now. But noooo, apparently my surgeon interpretted what I was saying as that 'I am fine and don't want a thoracoplasty'. Jerk! I said I don't care about my physical appearance but it still bothers me when I can't sit back comfortably.
Mum talked to me on the way out of the office, down the elevator, and in the car saying how that's what she thought I was saying too. Why would I all of a sudden change my mind in one appointment? Is she stupid or something? I'm all worked up. Mum told me that THIS was the appointment where everything was going to be sorted, don't ask me why I was thinking about THIS one as the check-up. I guess I didn't think as to why I was seeing Sutherland about my ribs when he said he wouldn't be the one operating on them. I should've gone to bed one hour earlier or something so I could've realised what the hell was actually going on. I'm an idiot!
Mum just called on my phone about 3 minutes ago saying that I have another appointment now that she made for November 9th (i think) to get all the paperwork of it all done and all. Ahh! More waiting.
Story-tell time...
Okey, now that I'm over my disappointed-ness of my appointment on Monday, now I can share what happened later that day. A nice, friendly chat between my parents about money...not! I tried not to listen (I literally turned the TV louder and blocked out their conversation) but they were talking about Money, how much the operation will cost, how selfish each other are, etc. etc.
This is all because my thoracoplasty/costoplasty whichever my new surgeon will do, is considered cosmetic surgery so not all of it will be covered by our Medicare. For those who are unsure, Medicare help cover medical costs for families, and because this operation is classed 'cosmetic' it means it's not a necessary procedure for me to have...it's elective surgery. My parents are expecting a $10,000 bill from this operation, and so am I really and we don't have this money lying around as you'd expect.
Now, my Dad had a quiet conversation with me about how he has some money saved to buy a better boat (which is like a retirement present for him) and that Mum has some money saved to go towards her renovated kitchen. He says he understands that my protruding causes me discomfort in chairs and that he's willing to save up the money for me to fix this.
I feel guilty enough with my $20,000 operation in 2002 (where all but about $1,000 was covered, thank-god!), but now to make my parents sacrifice what they've worked towards just to help me sit back in a chair seems selfish for me. I don't know if I want that burden sitting on my shoulders.
And November 8th is my appointment to finalise this business, I don't want to have to say NO, but I also don't want to say yes. Another thing that makes this difficult is how Mum wants this done by the end of this year, where I'd prefer it to be made for the end of next year with Year 12 (final year of school) out the way, etc.
I don't know what to think just yet.