Bean & I went to pick up a refill prescription again today. While there,we decided to stop by and get our flu shots as well. Most kids, and many adults, flinch at the idea of a shot. Needles make most people run and hide. Make most kids cry and cry. Andi sat there and took it like a solider. She barely flinched, and cried for maybe five seconds. Yeah, five seconds. I said & signed 'all done!' about three times. We walked out of there and Andi said all the way to the car, with gusto, 'All Done!' She is such a champion.
See, kiddos like Andi have been through SO much, that something like a shot, is nothing. I mean, really, it is nothing. I didn't even feel my shot, best shot ever actually. Although, now my arm hurts. It feels like my brother punched my arm like he did when I was 12.
I finally got through on the phone to dispute the two bills I received. Both are sending them back to be reviewed, revised. I hate that sometimes you have to be nasty to get them to hear what you are saying. I had to tell the one person that they can't bill her one anesthesia service as a professional service, that it belongs under the in-patient hospitalization, which has a cap. She apparently didn't understand what I was saying until I got firmer in tone and explained, 'look, this was her 6th surgery, 6th anesthesia service, therefore, I know how it should be billed.' That got her to shut her trap and she said she'd take care of getting it resolved. Now that's what I'm talking about!