Two days ago in the mail I got a wonderful surprise. A bill from our local Children's hospital - from the day Cutie Pie was born. She is almost 10 months old now and I am still getting bills from her birth. Great. I called and just told them to add it on to our running tab (I thought it was a funny joke - the lady on the other end did not seem amused). Then yesterday I got a letter from our insurance company saying they would not cover our chiropractic care expenses since FPIES was not a legitimate reason to go to the chiro. Treatment is "experimental" and I needed to consult with her doctors on the "appropriate" way to manage her disease. That pissed me off enough - how dare you tell me what is "appropriate" care for my daughter! It's not like I was asking them to pay for a witch doctor. I bet the doctor that reviewed her charts never even heard of FPIES. Now we are left with another $400 worth of medical bills that has to come out of our pocket. I'm sad to say that on Monday night when Cutie Pie started her puking I was terrified - not only because she was puking, but I was afraid we would need to take a trip to the ER that we can't afford. Isn't that sad? I am worried about my child's medical condition but afraid to seek treatment because it is SO DANG EXPENSIVE. Something is wrong about this picture! I don't pretend to know the solution, but sheesh.
I think I'm going to move to Canada.
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