TheLifeandTimesofaMom

Life and Times of a Mommy(:

Let’s Get Down to Business!!!

First off. I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all those lovely mommies out there!! Hope you ladies all had a wonderful day!! Second off we are going to play catch up again. Sorry guys. I was having a rough weekend. But we are back on track now!! So here we go!

Day Ten. This one is someone that you wish you had never met or someone you need to let go. I don’t really wish I hadn’t met anyone or need to let anyone go. This kind of ties into the whole no regrets thing. Everyone that has been in my life has made me the person I am today.

Day Eleven. Something people seem to compliment you the most on. Hmm. I’m gonna have to say my eyes. While they annoy me, everyone else loves my eyes. It annoys me that they can never, ever, ever pick a color. Everyone else thinks it is so amazing that they change colors so much. Also, I get a million compliments on my hair. It annoys me though because it’s straight as a board and more often than not it doesn’t cooperate.

This is a good example of what mine do.

This is a good example of what mine do.

Day Twelve. Something you never get complimented on. I honestly don’t get the many compliments on my smile. And I’m a very smiley person. I smile constantly. Plus, being a receptionist it’s part of the job. But yeah, hardly any compliments on my smile.

I wish I could wear lipstick this color!! It's gorgeous!!

I wish I could wear lipstick this color!! It’s gorgeous!

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Day Two!

Okay guys. We are on Day Two. Something you love about yourself. Hmm. Well That’s a tie between a lot of things… My hair, my eyes, and my personality.

My hair. When it’s long, it’s a glorious almost perfectly straight mass of chocolate brown that get highlights in it if I’m outside too long in the summer. When I curl it, oh my goodness, guys. Its GLORIOUS!!! It’s AMAZING!!! I used to have to put half of a huge can of hairspray in it to keep the curls, then it was all crunchy and stiff. Then. I curled it and just left it alone. It was amazing!! I had soft, beautiful, long curls! And when I combed/brushed them out? Hello porn star waves!! (Oh lord… I can just see the interesting search terms piling up now…) But now that it’s short…. I can either flip the ends under or let it do it’s own thing. Which  results in hair going EVERYWHERE. I have a mini Mohawk f baby hairs along my part that stand straight up and the ends go out, under, up, to the left, and to the right. I’m telling you guys, everywhere. I want my long hair back…

My hair was not this red. But it look like this...kinda...

My hair was not this red. But it look like this…kinda…

My eyes. Now these babies. I have never seen eyes so finicky in my life. The can go from blue, to green, to gray, to blue/green, to blue/gray, to greenish/blue, to gray with a hint of blue. In a day. It’s so annoying. Although, on the plus side, I can wear just about any color eye shadow and look ahhh-mazing!!  I’m telling you guys. It’s great. Do a silver shadow on the lid, with a light white under the brow, a liner of dark blue or black, and some thick black eyelashes and you are good for a night out on the town, dinner and a movie, or just a day at work!!

Not my eyes but pretty ones (:

Not my eyes but pretty ones (:

My personality.  Well. You guys have seen enough of it to know that it is a VERY bubbly thing! Amirite?! Amirite? I mean, there are times when it fluxes, but for the most part, I’m a super bubbly, fun person!! And I’m bright!! Like bright colors and high lighters!!

BUBBLES!!!!

BUBBLES!!!!

One last thing guys!! It’s SNOWED!! In May. In Arkansas!! I’m pretty sure this means hell has frozen over too!! Like the night before last I was laying in bed in a t shirt and undies about to die because I couldn’t sleep because I was so hot!! Then last night I was in sweat pants and socks, under a thick fleece blanket, cuddled up to my heater of a husband!! It was crazy!! Two nights ago I was sleeping with the windows open!! It’s craziness, I tell you, CRAZINESS!!! 

So how’s the weather were you guys are?!     (Guys be glad I edited this first and didn’t just post it.. My typing skills aren’t worth crap today! And guess what?! It’s FRIDAY!!!       WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!)

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O Medicaid, How I Despise You……too…..

Source: comgroup.com

Source: comgroup.com

 

Medicaid in my state is called Arkids (Arkansas Kids. Cheesy right?) It’s government funded. And like almost anything the government does, its ridonculously complicated. Why? BECAUSE THEY CAN!!!  And getting anything done takes, ya know, however long they want. My oldest will be three in April. In the past almost three years I have almost pulled countless people through the phone, almost ripped their face off, and almost shoved said ripped off face down their throat. (This was of course after I almost pulled their head out of their ass.)

For medicaid, like any other insurance I’m sure, you have to assign a Primary Care Physician (PCP) to the child. The first time we had medicaid the hospital helped us me set it up. Because, as I had literally just turned 18 the day before, I had medicaid and it (somehow) automatically went to my son. (I think. I mean, I just had a long, thin tube stuck in my back, pushed a watermelon out in 15 minutes flat, and moved rooms like three times. The nurse could have been asking me to sign my soul over to the devil, which was basically what I did anyway, and I would have closed one eye, stuck my tongue out, and try really hard to sign on one of the two or three lines I saw in a semi legible scripts. Which is probably what I looked like signing it…) So the hospital told me to pick one of the doctors I had seen in the three days that I was there and that would be the PCP.

Then, according to the court, his daddy had to put my son on his insurance. Alright. No big deal. The surgery on his foot (story for another time) and for the tubes in his ears were paid for already so whatever. And I thought medicaid was hard to deal with…. The court decided his daddy needed to have insurance on him in June after he turned one. He got insurance  on him almost right away. Then it was cancelled and he didn’t have insurance for a good six months to a year. At which time I broke down and got him medicaid again.

Being the good mommy I am, I set up a PCP. At a totally different clinic than where he went when he was born. WIth a doctor I’d never met. Then my second son was born. And I set up a PCP for him. With a different doctor than my oldest. Across town. With a doctor I’d never met. Our first appointment with that doctor? Sat in the room with a fussy baby who got shots for three hours and forty-five minutes before the doctor ever came. After she walked past the door three times looking for his room. A 15 minute visit was all we got. Oh, and the doctor informed me that I was doing things wrong and treated me like an incompetent child. This same doctor proceeded to misdiagnose my child during later visits. Another doctor looked in his ears and said “I don’t think he had an ear infection. I couldn’t really get a good look in one ear but the other looks fine.”

Excuse me.

You don’t think my son has an ear infection….

“No, but if he gets a fever or anything, come back.”

…………………..Right………………………..

 

I’m sure you are staring at your computer screen right now with the same look I gave the doctor and trying not to do a face palm. And you are probably wondering why in the heck I haven’t changed doctors. Well. It’s government funded so everything has to be hard Including assigning and changing a doctor.

You see, only certain doctors take medicaid and they only take a certain amount of said medicaid patients. Once they reach their limit, they don’t take any more. So, of course, since the universe hates me and all, every. Single. Doctor. I want, in my county, has a full case load. I can call everyday and check if I wanted. Why don’t I call every day and check you ask? Simple, my friend, very simple. I spend an average of five minutes on hold after listening to the automated voice list menu options. For three minutes. And I mean really, who had time for that crap?!

 

 

 

And if you didn’t realize how ridiculous my current doctor’s office and medicaid is, let me reiterate it for ya.

Back story.

I’m trying to get my oldest into a free program at a daycare called the ABC program. For this I need a hearing test and physical. Along with some other paper work. Physical, you say, no problem. WRONG!! That is all explained here. Hearing and eye test for a 2 year old? is probably your next question. Really? Yes, dear reader, really. Really, really. So guess what time it is?! REFERRAL TIME!! Woot woot! ……………………just kidding.

Eye test? Scheduled. No referral. No problem!

Hearing test? Act of friggin Congress!!

 

I call his current doctor and tell them I need a referral for a hearing test. Well. They can’t just hand out referrals because that would be to easy. And there has to be a reason. Um…it’s for daycare. Not a good enough reason. Ok. He has tubes in his ears and he need them checked. Ok. They can do that. Awesome! (This was yesterday.) Ready to get confuzzled??

(Today.) I call the ear, nose, and throat clinic to see if they got the referral. Nope. Ok. Back to the doctor’s office. Well they can’t write a referral because they aren’t the clinic that wrote the referral for the tubes in the first place. Alright. I call the doctor’s office that wrote the original referral. They can’t write the referral because they aren’t the PCP. The ear, nose, and throat clinic has to have a referral or I have to pay for the visit. Which costs anywhere from $150 to $300. Crazy right? It gets crazier, just wait.

So I call the daycare that hosts the program. The director tells me to just have the doctor’s office write a letter sating they can’t/won’t write a referral. Ok. No prob! Wrong, yet again. The doctor’s office can’t/won’t write a letter saying they can’t/won’t write a referral. Why? Because they just don’t do that. After hearing this I proceed to tell the nurse that if it wasn’t the for medicaid, I wouldn’t fo to that office because it was worst on I have ever dealt with.
(In the end the director simply had me write a letter a letter and told me to get it notarized.)

But, I mean really, does getting this stuff really need to be an act of God? Do I need to have the great man Himself come down and tell you my kid needs this stuff? Or do I need to get Congress to pass a law? Oh….wait….. They would never agree on anything. Maybe I just need to change my skin color…. Apparently I’m the wrong color to get help…. Hmmm…. What to do, what to do…

 

 

 

 

 

**The above statement is in no way, shape, or form, meant to be rude or racist. Just stating a fact.**

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