As you may recall (since I know you commit all my blog entries to memory) a month ago I donated blood, fainted in the parking lot, and ended up in the hospital emergency room. For further details (mostly about the tragedy of not eating the big donut), you may return to the original, highly dramatic entry on the subject.
Yesterday in my mail, I found the bill from the emergency room, for $250.00. You wanna know what I got for my $250.00? A chicken salad sandwich and a blood pressure reading. Oh, and the thrill of knowing that for one brief shining moment, I was a Code Blue.
Now my friends took me out to Sunday brunch, and I backed my car into a concrete planter, and it cost $325.00 in repairs, but at least that was my own doing, and next time I'll be more careful.
But all I did to deserve this wretched miserable $250.00 emergency room bill was donate blood, and not put up a fight while I was lying on the pavement being told I should go to the emergency room, even though I knew all that had happened was I gave blood and fainted.
Le sigh, le sigh, le sigh. Here I am, trying to relearn how to live on a budget (and the ever rising cost of gas isn't helping out one bit), and in the course of a month, I end up with $575.00 worth of bills for eating out and being a good citizen.
I think from now on I'll stick to staying home and eating my own chicken salad sandwiches!