I took the preemies (otherwise known as dis one and dat one) to the eye doctor today. For those of you not “in the know” about preemies, they are vulnerable to having eye problems. When Sadie (dis one) was discharged from the NICU, I had instructions to take her to the eye doc one month later. Despite the fact that this referral was stuck on the refrigerator from the day they were home, I didn’t get around to making the appointment until a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, a month or so late. I know, you’d think with my light schedule of feeding, burping, not sleeping, staring into space, watching a third of a Lifetime movie, taking my daughter to school, picking her up, making her lunch, forgetting her lunch, driving back home to retrieve said lunch oh and the other doctor’s appointments every week, I wouldn’t have forgotten the eye doctor. But I did.
The first thing I was told when I called the office was that “we do NOT validate parking!” Okay, noted. Oh, and we do not take your pitiful Blue Cross insurance. Really? No Blue Cross? Isn’t Blue Cross like the one dollar bill of medical insurance? It’s ubiquitous! So I ask if there’s an infant eye doctor in the area that does take our insurance and I’m informed that there is only one other office and they take NO insurance. Great, so I’ll be paying cash then. We weren’t off to a good start, the eye doctor’s and I.
So, on my way out the door I made a mental note of the forty dollars in my wallet keeping in mind the “no validating.” The office staff was as nonaccomodating as I suspected they’d be but the doctor was a lovely man. He told me he’d be checking the preemies’ vision to see if they’d need glasses. I said “you mean in the future?” and he said, “no, now.” I hadn’t known that three-month-old babies could wear glasses but apparently, if they have very bad vision, they can. So, naturally I said, “if they need glasses could we do colored contacts instead?” I got a small laugh. But it turns out they have perfect vision.
The news only gets better when I go to check out with a different person than the one who took me in. Turns out they did indeed take my insurance and I left only a co-pay of 45 dollars each poorer. Believe me, this was a hundred times better than the $250 dollars per baby I thought I was in for.
Unfortunately, they weren’t lying about the not validating parking thing and I actually didn’t have a cent on me. I had to go park across the street in another parking lot that charges money, go to an ATM, drive back across the street and pay three dollars. And it cost me a buck to get out of the second lot.
And there’s no American Idol on tonight. Damn it.