I’m usually not a money worrier. But I admit, this whole recent economic scare has me pinching pennies like never before. Which is why when someone from my MRI center called me today and told me how much I’ll owe on Monday when I go for my annual boob test, I felt my stomach sink into my toes.
Before I get the pleasure of plunging my naked breasts into cut-outs on a very chilly table, I will have the honor of forking over more than $300. It’s only 20% of the total cost of the procedure—whew, that’s good—but Geez, what a lot of money. It’s a lot every time I get the test but this year, I’m actually paying close attention to our credit card purchases, so it hit me hard. For a second, I even hesitated and thought to myself, Do I really need the MRI?
Of course, I need the MRI. I’m not about to duck out of the medical loop now that I know it so well, and it’s doing such a bang-up job of keeping me well. Three-hundred dollars. Oh well. I’m considering myself worth it, even though I won’t be worth as much because of it.