So let me give you a bit of back story first...
It all started last night.
(FIRST MISTAKE) I felt that I deserved a shower, so I put the kids in bed...only 30 mins late...and decided to lather up. Hubs was at work, so I knew that I was taking a chance, but a warm shower sounded delicious.
(SECOND MISTAKE) I didn't check my gut before I lathered up my hair.
I hear screams. Gunnar has impaled himself on the little things that go in the back of picture frames to hook on the nail in that wall. That sucker went in 1/2 an inch...and essentially is barbed so that it can anchor in the wall.
Several gray hairs, blood, sweat, tears, soap, phone calls and some curse words later the medical consensus apart from my own was that he would need to follow up at his GP's office the next day (that being today). Now I want to make it clear...this next visit was at the behest of myself, an ER doctor, a NP at the practice, and the Owner/Doctor at the practice.
So I have already taken a substantial amount of time off to tote this kid to doctor's appointments since Monday morning, and I want to tread lightly on my boss' nerves and patient. He has been so accommodating that I don't want him to feel that I am trying to take advantage of him. Consequently I recruited the help of my husband to take him to the doctor and my mother to facilitate the transportation.
When checking our son in to the office today, my husband had his card in hand to pay all co pay's necessary to get him seen for the day. He also paid a "past due" balance...that, upon further investigation after being called and told the amount...is part of this Well Check last week that has not been submitted to insurance for payment...to the tune of 148$!!!
He couldn't tell the whole story, because he wasn't there and because he never takes the kids to the office. So they inspect, make sure that it is all out, and send him on their merry way with a lollipop and instructions to watch for infection. He has an extreme history of Staph Infections and as a precaution is normally placed on an antibiotic. I will call about that tomorrow.
Then I get to hear about how I over reacted to the barbed things penetrating my son's foot. Sigh.
So I am still worried about infection, still worried about his heel bone from how far it went into his foot, and I am worried at how freely my husband will just swipe a card because he's told he owes a balance.
