Over the past couple of months, I'd been rather shocked to find out how much I had to pay out of pocket for my endoscopy and its related expenses. Basically, my insurance company bargained the providers down and then said, "Here you go." Damned deductible.
Those bills had been piling up, but with the huge utility bills we've had this winter, I couldn't imagine how or when I'd be able to pay them.
My husband had the very logical suggestion that we sell our extra car, a 1996 Ford Probe which had spent the entire winter parked in the driveway with a dead battery. With a prominent dent on one quarter panel and almost 200,000 miles on it, it didn't bring very much, but at least it'll ensure that I won't be getting any more handwritten notes from the GI specialist's office, designed to make me feel guilty about being a deadbeat.
My earlier plans to scale back our household expenses never went anywhere, but I'm eyeing the enormous cable bill again and I may just decide that I'll survive if I have to wait for my favorite HBO shows to come out on DVD.
There are lots of ways I could cut my spending. I know if I ever got serious about tracking my daily expenses, I'd be appalled at how much money I waste. However, since I'm the sort of person who has gone more than a decade without balancing her checkbook, I think we can all predict that I'll never get organized enough to find out the real numbers.
For now, I'll begin by buying my Red Bull in bulk so I don't have to get it out of the machine at work for $2.25 a can. That's a good start, right?