Rough Day

Insurance companies are just evil.  I got a bill for my novarel.  $96.  I was hot!  And despite my blog venting, I really don't get hot that often.  It takes a lot, but once the train gets started, it takes awhile to put on the brakes.  (At least that was the analogy I used with dh this weekend.  Let's say Valentine's day was NOT like in the movies at our household). I called the insurance agency and they had the gall to tell me that Dr. H submitted the dx code that was IF.  I actually said BS to the lady.  I am not one to get mad at messengers, but she was starting to become part of the problem.  I was nice, but firm, after that and said the problem was on their end, NOT my the doctor's.  After looking into again she said the 2nd refill was under a different diagnosis code and was covered.  I told her it was merely a refill, nothing was actually resubmitted by the office, and she admitted it was a coding error then on their part.  I wonder if they get paid to make dx code errors.  Maybe that is too extreme, but I am really starting to wonder!

There is so much going on right now.  I am exhausted.  Charlie got the stomach bug right a few days before surgery to put in tubes.  He vomited for 4 hours, every 15 minutes, and not surprisingly he is being very difficult at meals-he has been traumatized!  The surgery was very minimal and he did great.  But there is still night waking (we were up 3 hrs last night!) and I am confused.  Has it turned behavioral?  Is he reflux not controlled by medication anymore?  The teeth are seeming to do a number on him too.  I wish it was just one thing at a time, but no, much more complicated than that.

Dh got stomach bug next and we had to cancel our Valentine's plans (we were celebrating early-Fri).  We had a nice day Saturday and took Charlie to his first basketball game at dh's alma mater.  It was a good time, but Charlie was exhausted the whole time and I felt bad for him, all that stimulation and all he wanted to do was sleep.  We planned it around his typical nap schedule, but he wasn't typical that day because of recouperating from the bug and surgery. (by the way, ped ENT told us it was fine to go and we used plugs to protect his hearing).

I dropped Charlie off at daycare today to work from home, only to have to pick him up a few hours later.  The sitter's daughter starting throwing up.  That is where we got the stomach bug in the first place, but I don't want to pass it back and forth.  He spent the day crying at my feet, and just having an overall rough day.  He is, at a minimum, exhausted like I am.  But kids have this crazy way of not wanting to sleep when they are over tired, so he wouldn't nap until later and napped shorter.  He pops up and shouts "all done" and you can't help but smile through the frustration.

Also I have MAJOR MAJOR family stuff going on right now with my sister and her kids and my parents and it is just ugly and sad.  I don't have the energy to go into detail now, but it has so many twists and turns it resembles a soap opera.  But it is my sister's life and even though she's nuts, it makes me sad.  And especially for her children.  It has also been a source of stress for dh and I lately, which just makes it worse.  He sees things black and white and forgets that it is my sister and his words are hurtful, even when I agree sometimes.

On a positive note, he did say I could hire someone to clean the house once to get the germs out and get us back on track.  And I got a call from my ob/gyn's office saying that my urine came back fine.  So strange.  They initially thought there was a UTI, but I guess when they cultured it out longer? it wasn't anything.  I don't know what the deal was, but I will take it.  The thought of something surviving those antibiotics...I shudder at the thought!

I hope everyone is having a better day than I am.  I need my child to eat and sleep so I can too and we can return to normal!