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...
I'm bursting with things to write about, but today cannot be that day. I have to drive right back down to that hospital for another appointment. Thankfully it is only for a one hour appointment. I'll just drive seven hours to do it. Chickadee is meeting with a pediatric dentist that can deal with her inability to swallow water or other thin things, like dental paste or fluoride rinse. She also has repetitive hand movements that could pose a tiny problem, even for the most practiced dentists. So Chickadee must get cleaned and/or patched up under general anesthesia. This appointment is to get the ball rolling and become a patient. I'm also hoping that we can get in her physical therapy appointment, but it all depends on what time the dental appointment really is. Because I have it on my phone, but in a really weird 'new' format. More efficient. HA. More like confusing. Please, tell me all about your Memorial Day! I fig...