Here’s Edda at Vince’s end of the year picnic, she’s not really thrilled to be there, but she did eat a hot dog. She’s wearing a lovely dress from Micronesia sent across the ocean by her grandmother Kiki who is galavanting across Asia this summer. This is one of the few pictures of Jeremy sitting on the ground. He is so inflexible that sitting on the ground cuts of circulation to his legs.
Remember Edda’s dental surgery? Well, we are slowly getting the bills from the hospital. Apparently, insurance will cover 90% the hospital charges (total was about $10,000, so we are out $1000 – can you believe it? She was there about 5 hours), but the anesthesiologist – (otherwise known as the whole point of going to the hospital rather than strapping Edda down in a dental chair with tie-downs from Home Depot) apparently not covered (approx
$1300 $1900). You know, I’m coming to terms (painfully) that our health insurance won’t cover a stair lift, a conversion seat for the van and/or a communication device – but this action confuses me. Yeah, come to the hospital, enjoy the jello! But hey, no anesthesia for your oral surgery. Makes perfect sense, who are these weird insurance people? Woo hoo!