You know how I said that Chickadee had to go to a pediatric dentist? And how she had to be put under just to have her teeth cleaned and cavities filled? I can't believe this. Chickadee already got it done!!! Yup. They just had me hold her hands down, and they got her done. Fantastic. That totally makes up for the two trains and traffic that made me fifteen minutes late in spite of planning to be half an hour early. It also makes up for being an hour longer on the way home because we got out of there at rush hour. No contest. But guess what else happened? Our primary insurance doesn't pay for dental. We got pre-approved for the visit early. From the Pediatric Special Needs Health Care. (I don't know if it's Medicare or Medicaid I get mixed up) I had to call/argue/persist for forty-five minutes to get seen. But GUESS WHAT!?! I did it! I didn't back down. I didn't cry. Not even once. Not even when Chickadee was yelling at me becaus...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.