Posted on August 15th, 2013
As in, bundle of nerves:
Pea has an allergy challenge tomorrow in the building I no longer hate (as much), albeit in a different office. M is attending, and asked where it was. “That building,” I said. “Which building?” “The building at 10th and Washington. You know.” Pause. Then I said the nickname of the fetus and he said, “Oh. Got it.”
It’s silly, but I would have avoided the building, anyway, but the allergist’s credentials are impressive and he was recommended by Pea’s pediatrician. I am hoping this experience goes as well as can be expected, given last week’s allergic reaction, her rapidly escalating reactions, my suspicions that she’s allergic to other legumes as well as peanuts, and the fact I don’t remember my own allergy challenges with much fondness. But I want an allergy plan in place before she starts school in a couple of weeks.
As in, nervous:
I am, about Pea starting school. Part of it is wondering if she’s ready; from March to date I have been working with her daily (usually with some parts of the weekend off) on what she ought to have learned in kindergarten. I’m pretty proud, given that I’m not a teacher and she seems to acquire knowledge much differently than I did. But she’s reading, doing math, and still interested in dinosaurs and science and evolution (we have been spending a lot of time on prehistoric animals). Her artwork is more sophisticated, though her handwriting is still execrable (but so is M’s and I usually print, so that should tell you that I don’t put a huge priority on handwriting).
But then I think about kindergarten and how miserable she was. (She has still only mentioned kindergarten three or four times in all these months.) And I feel nervous.
As in, on my nerves:
Pea’s dentist’s office had been saying that our insurance didn’t cover certain preventative treatments, which was why they demanded a not-insignificant amount of money (for a one-income family, and after the appointment) back in February. I said they could bill me. I gather that was a rare reaction, because I got stuttering shock, and we left. Still, I figured it would sort itself out. They billed us; we sent money.
Today, I drove her down (a fair distance) to the appointment and, before the appointment, asked the receptionist to verify coverage. So…it turns out the real reason they want the money isn’t because of an unapproved treatment, it’s because they aren’t an approved provider; they had misrepresented this at the last two appointments. (The first time, I paid without questioning.) In fact, they’re only approved for one insurance carrier. And they wanted the money up front. I said, no, they can bill me.
They cancelled the appointment. I told them not to bother rescheduling (they actually expected me to!).
Pea cried (she likes going to the dentist), so I bribed her with hot chocolate and cake pops from Starbucks on the (long, in traffic) drive home. In the meantime, I’ll thank the FSM for good oral hygiene, the $30/month we pay for fluoridated water to be delivered (screw you, everyone who voted against fluoride), and good teeth genes. Between the two of us, M has had one cavity. I’ve had none.
But now I have to find another pediatric dentist.