Friday, December 18, 2009
Show Me the Money
Today I took Indy for his annual exam and immunizations. The vet checked a bump that's been growing on his upper eyelid. Apparently the growth is too big for her to safely remove, so she's sending us to see a doggie opthalmologist. Yes, another trip to a veterinary specialist. Indy and I are old hands at weird disorders and this is just another one to add to the list. Two lab tests, three shots, and six months of heartworm preventive later, I tried not to faint when I paid the bill. Then with much lighter checking account and brochure for the specialist clutched in my hand, we left the clinic.
I opened the brochure when we got home and read a long list of qualifications for the veterinary opthalmologist. He's got more degrees, experience, and distinguised service credits than most general practitioners I know. Pretty impressive stuff for a vet. (By the way, when's the last time your doctor gave you a brochure on a specialist? Usually they hand you a card and tell you to call the number...but I digress.) I folded up the brochure and rubbed my eyes.
Unfortunately, I may have to set an opthalmologist appointment for myself, too.
Suddenly I see nothing but dollar signs.