Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I Hope We Get A Good IRR
INV = Time, Money, Fights, Insurance Headaches, Restless Nights, Tears, Panic Attacks
CF1, CF2....CF20 = BABIES
This is my attempt to connect my job with my homelife.
It's actually how IRR works, or Internal Rate of Return. The idea is fairly simple...you make an investment now, in the hopes that it will generate sufficient cash flows (CF) in the future.
Our investment might be a bit more than we had first guessed.
It turns out that by making the move to CityDoc and firing Buttmunch, our insurance approvals are revoked and have to be re-submitted. Even though were approved for IVF, it was approved for THAT doctor, not NEW doctor (who, by the way, can run circles around Buttmunch).
So with the new clinics help, we are re-submitting all our crap. The problem is, it may take some time to get an answer. We're on CD2, as you may recall. We'll probably lose this month.
Not that big an issue, perhaps you might think. WRONG.
The protocol is 8 weeks.
If we start next cycle, that will put transfer time right around Christmas. The clinic closes 1 week per year, so as to be able to upgrade all equipment, change filters, etc. I bet you can't guess what week that is. I bet you can't. Go ahead, try. Wrong! It's not Flag Day! It's Christmas!
Which MEANS....we are sitting on our fat asses until JANUARY 2007 before we can do anything to move the process forward. Our only chance is if the insurance company will agree to fast track us through what is ordinarily an already swift, logical, efficient, and friendly process. (ha). We have about a week for the data entry loving dipshits to cough up an approval, and our cycle is saved. Otherwise, it's 3 months off. Buggins will be, like, 50 years old by then. She won't even WANT a sibling anymore. She can have her OWN babies by then.
So, as I was saying, our investment (i.e. TIME) was increased as a result of switching to CityDoc. All I'm saying is, he better be good. He better give my wife a baby. And it better be cute.