I called the doctor’s office of where I’m getting my checkup and asked if they did Mirena removals. They didn’t, so I called my “female doctor” right away, knowing it normally takes awhile for me to get in for an appointment. Needless to say I was quite surprised when they asked “How does next Tuesday sound?” It sounded… Soon. I was expecting at least a month, not seven days.

The week went by quickly, my mental countdown was ticking all week, but it wasn’t until the day before and morning of that I really began to think of excuses. 24 hours, 10 hours, 2 hours… The closer it got to my appointment time the more I thought of canceling–Especially since it was the same day of Oprah’s show on “motherhood” which was making me rethink it all. I was moments away, debating my decision on Twitter when I finally got the courage to just go!

The whole way there I watched for signs to turn around, to cancel. I didn’t get lost–That was a good sign. I was almost on time-An OK sign. I found a parking spot–Good sign. But when I went upstairs to my doctor’s office, and the lady gave me weird looks about my insurance, I knew that wasn’t a good sign.

I am blessed with good insurance. It covers 100% of my health care fees so long as I visit a place that’s “in network” (which most places are). So when the woman verifying my insurance told me they didn’t cover IUD removals, and that I’d have to pay the $300 I figured that was the sign I was waiting for… A sign that I shouldn’t go through with it. She told me today I was in luck, if I did it then I’d get 25% off an only have to pay $200 something. What? To pull a string? No thank-you!

I got up to leave but on my way out (in near tears) I decided to call my insurance myself. Why would they pay for the device and insertion but leave me to live with it the rest of my life?

My gut instinct was right–That lady, and whoever she talked to were wrong. The man on the phone told me I’d only have to pay a $30 copay. I kept him on the phone, marched back into the office of snooty people and handed her my phone. After she and him discussed the matter they came to the conclusion that I’d actually have to pay my $150 deductible. And she made it clear that it needed to be paid up front. Who did she think I was and why was she acting like I couldn’t pay my bill? What? Whatever. An hour had passed since my appointment time and after going over the cost with my husband I decided if they could get me in right then, I’d do it, if not, I’d wait, and possibly find a new doctor. The woman told me she could get me in right away so I went ahead and proceeded.

My wait time in the waiting room was seconds, that made me happy. But the time I spent waiting in the patient room was ridiculous. I was in a hurry to undress before the doctor arrived but then waited another half hour (no joke) before she even came in… Then she was in and our in less than 2 minutes… And I/my insurance paid $300 for that? I should be a GYNO!

Since my “operation” (I’m going to call it that because of the cost) I’ve been a little moody. And I think it’s a little ironic that just days after getting it out I decide to change my mind. I haven’t been able to diagnose myself yet (I’m a hypochondriac so I do that kinda stuff) but I’m thinking it’s a combination of a couple of things: 1. Stress. I try not to stress often, but lately I feel like a ticking time bomb. 2. Pregnant friends. How can I swoon over my best friends’ bellies and babies if I have my own? and 3. Hormones, I think that’s causing my stress, and hyperactive jealousy. Can I blame my hormones for everything? I think I may try.