VCUG #3

Tomorrow morning, we go up the hill to the hospital for Andi's VCUG #3.  Trust me, you don't want to know the gist of the test, but let's just say it doesn't look like fun!  We will be testing her "bladder reflux" to see if the 'bladder deflux' procedure we did in conjunction with the tonsillectomy/adenoidectomy worked.  They basically made mounds inside her bladder so that the urine can't shoot upward into the kidneys - which can cause UTI's.  The ultrasound we did last month showed the mounds were intact and appeared to be in the correct location.  This VCUG will determine if it is working (80% chance of fixing the reflux).  If it does prove to have worked, then we can get Andi off one more medicine - the antibiotic. Which would leave her with only one medicine left... *insert dreamy sigh here.*

Yesterday, I got the joy of paying two more OHSU bills.  One was $72. and change, and the other was $20.  Our plan to get secondary insurance to help us combat the co-pays that are milking us dry, hasn't worked to our advantage at all.  In fact, I don't think it has helped us at all.  I guess next time we should just use dollar bills in lieu of toilet paper.  Sorry, so glad Cory doesn't read the blog - he'd HATE that I just wrote that - but it really drives my message home.  Insurance sucks.  One big giant SCAM!  Especially when you have a medically complicated kid that requires not only various specialists, but various therapies too.  It all adds up.

Beano just woke up from her nap and is watching an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba (her favorite) while she wakes up.  She's so funny, she LOVES this show.  "Gabba!" is what she'll say, and she learned the word, "awesome!" from it!  It's one way I can usually get work done, and she'll keep her hearing aid in for it.  Today's super music friend show is a song about 'banana' -- I really like this song, it has a reggae style and it's all about bananas... But the musicians look like they're wearing the red outfits handed out at the penitentiary.  Yikes.  Now they're talking about making music with their bodies, which makes me instantly cackle.  All of a sudden I hear my brother ask "pull my finger!"   Classic.

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