Long week
The other day, the store where I work was getting rid of a stack of white wire baskets, so I took them home for putting my son's toys in. He wanted to help me carry them in from the car, so we were trying to pull them apart so he could carry part of them. The rubber coating on the baskets made them stick together, so when we got them apart they came flying apart suddenly, hitting my son on the face, right next to his eye. He cried for about 20 seconds, and was fine. It left a little bruise.
The next evening, I was getting ready to go to my other job at the bar when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, and there stood Tracy Chance. Sheriff's deputy. He said that someone had reported to the Social and Rehabilitation Services that I had given my son a black eye, and that he was there to investigate. He took my son and I down to the sheriff's office, put us in two different rooms and asked us separately about the incident. He came out and told me that he was sure that this was not an abused child, and took us home.
The only people who saw my son that day were the ones at the school, so I am sure it was them. They had sent the SRS over to "investigate" why I hadn't taken my son to the dentist when he had a few cavities that need looked at. I had told them that I was waiting to pay off my medical bills before racking up more bills. I do have insurance, but even the part insurance doesn't pay is more than I can afford, other than monthly payments. They suggested that I get SRS(welfare) help. Welfare is for those who can't help themselves, who don't have insurance. I will NOT let those people run my life. But I made the appointment for my son's dental appointment, with a pediatric dentist who can intravenously sedate my son, due to his ADD he would not hold still any other way. My insurance will most assuredly tell me that the IV was not necessary and I will pay most of this bill myself.
Here I am, complaining. I know that life could be much worse, but I am getting to the point that I hate waking up in the morning, and not just because I am still tired...
The next evening, I was getting ready to go to my other job at the bar when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, and there stood Tracy Chance. Sheriff's deputy. He said that someone had reported to the Social and Rehabilitation Services that I had given my son a black eye, and that he was there to investigate. He took my son and I down to the sheriff's office, put us in two different rooms and asked us separately about the incident. He came out and told me that he was sure that this was not an abused child, and took us home.
The only people who saw my son that day were the ones at the school, so I am sure it was them. They had sent the SRS over to "investigate" why I hadn't taken my son to the dentist when he had a few cavities that need looked at. I had told them that I was waiting to pay off my medical bills before racking up more bills. I do have insurance, but even the part insurance doesn't pay is more than I can afford, other than monthly payments. They suggested that I get SRS(welfare) help. Welfare is for those who can't help themselves, who don't have insurance. I will NOT let those people run my life. But I made the appointment for my son's dental appointment, with a pediatric dentist who can intravenously sedate my son, due to his ADD he would not hold still any other way. My insurance will most assuredly tell me that the IV was not necessary and I will pay most of this bill myself.
Here I am, complaining. I know that life could be much worse, but I am getting to the point that I hate waking up in the morning, and not just because I am still tired...
