I'm having one of those days. The kind of day that just makes me want to pull my hair out. Yes, I know I could have things much worse and all that jazz, but I'm still so frustrated with going to appointments.
We went in this morning for an ENT to look at Brenna's tonsils. She has had strep throat 6 times this year and several trips to the doctor for a sore throat. We finally are scheduling a surgery to get her tonsils out. At the appointment, the ENT took a look at her ears and discovered that her right ear drum is sucked in. He was very concerned with how it looked and ordered a hearing test. Luckily, the hearing test was done in the same office. I had a wave of panic come over me when he said she needed a hearing test. Flashback - I'm sitting in the NICU having the neo-natalogist tell me that Cade failed his hearing screening. As I'm watching her sit in the audio booth, tears begin to fill my eyes, so I had to walk away. I didn't want to scare her just because Mommy has post-traumatic stress from the NICU. After the test, they told me that her hearing was fine. Thank God! The ENT said she needed a tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy, and a tube placed back in her right ear which should correct the problem. She had tubes in both ears when she was a baby.
This appointment took 2 hours in which time the babies acted horribly! They were tired of being there and just plain tired. Trying to entertain one year olds at a doctor's office is not easy. They want to push every button on all that fancy, high-priced equipment - not the best idea, and restraining them in the stroller only works for about 10 minutes. I tried to tell them that Brenna always behaves so nicely at all their multitude of appoinments and that the least they could do was to return the favor just this once. They didn't listen.
The appointment was taking so long that we missed our other appoinment for Cade to get his Synagis shot. I called to reschedule that appointment for this afternoon which means I have to wake the babies up early from their nap to get to the afternoon appointment. So more fun awaits me!
Yesterday morning, Cade had an appointment to check his g-tube site. The doctor said that a scar revision would be warranted. The scar now looks bubbled up. After the revision, it will just be a line (hopefully). This was our second appointment to look at the site. After the first appointment, they told me to wait 2 weeks to see what it does on its own. I just called the secretary to schedule the surgery, and she told me we may need to come back in so the surgeon who did his g-tube surgery could take a look at the scar because he would be the one doing the surgery. I told her I didn't see why it was necessary to have 3 appointments to look at a scar before scheduling the procedure. Why is it necessary to have an appointment in order to make another appointment in order to make another appointment in order to eventually get a surgery that you knew you needed at the first appointment?! It's crazy, and it frustrates me so much.
She went on to ask me if I wanted a quote of the price. I told her he had Medicaid. She told me Medicaid may not cover it since it was cosmetic. The doctor had told me they would because it was from the g-tube. It's not like he fell off his bike, and I want a pretty scar from that. He had a tube in his stomach to eat (medically necessary)! So, it's okay to cut a hole in his stomach, but it's not okay to want it sewn back up? More crazy = more frustration!
Sorry about ranting on and on. I know there are much worse things, and overall, we are very blessed. I would just like for this medical world to make some sense for once. Why does everything have to be so complicated when it doesn't have to be?