One night at a business-class hotel here is like a fifth or a fourth of a night at a hospital; there it’s like the other way around.
Thanks to my newfound pioneer attitude, my response to grogginess and an incipient cough was to take two Advil and a bracing three-hour walk through snow-encrusted Prospect Park. Here’s what that cost me.
Even if we can’t make abortion a real alternative for everyone, regardless of their financial circumstances, we can attack the root of the problem: the cost of reliable contraceptives.
Is it worth overcoming one’s objections to fitness trackers in the first place, getting the gizmo, hooking it up, letting your health insurance company monitor how many steps you take, and then receiving your reward in the form of a gift card to an evil empire?
The reason I stopped using the neti pot has to do with the amoeba Naegleria fowleri. This amoeba literally eats your brain.
Non-monetary costs: Multiple phone calls and frustration with the insurance company over who they cover and how they bill. (My boot was billed separately from the hospital. Our system makes no sense.)
I avoided getting my wisdom teeth taken out for a long time, partially because I was terrified of getting surgery, and partially because I didn’t want to pay for it.
What would you save by trying the Dry January thing? Would it be worth it?