Joshua woke up feeling yucky this morning. By afternoon time his fever was pretty high, he was vomiting and pretty weepy. After a long day, he's now in bed sleeping.
Keith's surgery is on schedule for Thursday morning. However, I nearly lost my mind when the insurance person called to tell me we needed to look for another Urologist because it was thought that the Urologist that the surgeon chose is not a "network provider". However, after a quick search (by me) for the Urologist's tax ID number, he is listed as a billable provider, crisis averted. I truly feel as though my time in Kodiak working a the clinic was really a lesson in learning how to work the system. I don't know how people that don't understand the system manage to survive in this awful, messed up health care system that we have in this county.
I'm feeling some anxiety and frustration about the chain of events that all need to fall into place over the next few days. I know the end result is that Keith will recover from this surgery and aside from some dietary restrictions, he'll be all back to normal. However, it's this journey leading up to the surgery that has me feeling out of control. I had a conference call today with some very nice folks in charge at the Air Station clinic and shared my concerns with them. The end result is a list of phone numbers of some VIPs just in case things don't go as smoothly as planned over the next week.