Tuesday, December 08, 2009


My mantra today is "This will be a good day - I will have plenty to eat and I will not frighten my husband with a hormonal freak-out."

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed after a night of fitful sleep and weird dreams about Oprah Winfrey. Got worse when I went to schedule my Level 2 Ultrasound and found out the place my doctor referred me to was gonna cost me a butt load of money. So I called my OB's office and asked them, "hey, what are y'all trying to do to us?" They acted as confused as I felt about. And now I'm waiting for the doctor to call me back.

She wrote "hyperthyroid" on the order so I'm thinking that is why she sent me to a specialist, but then she only requested the basic level 2 that checks anatomy, so I really don't see why they couldn't do that at her office. Anyway, the good news is that at the time of my last blood test I was no longer hyperthyroid. Whew! So when I tell my doc that hopefully she will relent and let me do the ultrasound with her.

The other critical thing weighing on my mind is the grocery trip. Not having food in the house is scary, but coming home with the wrong stuff is devastating. So I'm making a list and checking it twice, and then three times, and then four!

And, last but not least, Medicare. My doctor doesn't accept it but we're going to need it for the hospital before the big day. I have had my application all filled out and ready to go for months, but I had to get my name updated (AGAIN) and then when we took it into the local office they were so incredibly incompetent that we decided we would rather just mail it directly in.

So by the end of the day I plan to have the Medicare application off my dining room table, an appointment for my level 2 set up with my own doctor, and a fridge full of food. And it will be a good day, and I won't freak out.


Kimberly Cangelosi said...

The nurse called back and said that that they don't do level 2 there and it is to see if there are any abnormalities so you can decide "what you want to do." I told her termination wasn't an option for us, (and I'm wondering why my doctor didn't mention any of this when she wrote the order), we just want to know the sex. So she said my doctor can do that herself but want to wait until later in the pregnancy.

Friar Tuck said...

No fun with all that doctor stuff. Thankfully the wife has good insurance with us, so there is not the cost that you are looking at I would guess.

Kimberly Cangelosi said...

Gotta love insurance! I certainly miss it these days, but when I start feeling sorry for myself I think about all the couples who have had to pay thousands in fertility treatment just to get pregnant and then I feel better :)

Steph said...

How did it go!?

Kimberly Cangelosi said...

Well, the grocery shopping was a phenomenal success. A triumph, really. The Medicare application, on the other hand, is still sitting on the dining room table :S Oh, and I did start crying in the car, but Ross didn't seem too fazed by that.