My life as a nightmare.

A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew. Herb Caen

Yesterday.

Yep, it's been one of those weeks. I have done none of what I ought to have done & plenty of the other. So yesterday. Yesterday I took Dearest to the mainland to have 3 teeth extracted. This has been a circus from go to whoa. Firstly as a disability pensioner Dearest is on a health care plan. Everyone assured us that any money spent we would get the bulk of it back but no~one wanted to bulk bill us so we had to come up with astronomical amounts of money which could only be done by paying the bill with the home loan money & reclaiming the rebate straight away. Confusing? I thought so too. Anyway this we proceeded to do.

Surprisingly the extractions went really well. Normally anything to do with Dearest's health gets really complicated. Not this time. I collected the bill & tucked Dearest into Liddy's little car thinking we were on a roll & would be home before the anesthetic wore off.

Perish the thought!The health care fund refused to pay a cent because the Dentist had the wrong numbers on my forms. I had to backtrack to the Dentist's, get a new bill made out & head back to the health care fund. I was not a happy camper. On a Friday afternoon ques were forming & I waited & waited while Dearest's anesthetic wore off in the car. Finally I handed over my forms, the receptionist started punching numbers into her computer & slowly counted out our rebate. I went into shock. I was holding in my hot little hand less than 1/3 of what we'd forked out.

I went & banked it almost in tears knowing Dearest would be upset & would never have agreed to having his teeth done if this was the outcome. By this time we'd been travelling for hours. I know it doesn't seem like much but it exhausts us & Dearest's back is always dicey. I needed to get him home & you know what stress will do to a situation. I just wasn't thinking. By the time the old brain cells started working again I was thinking we'd got a rebate from just one tooth. Dearest had got there too so we went home, poured caffeine into our systems & started tackling the problem over the phone from the comfort of our own chairs.

Yep. Guess what? The Dentist still hadn't put the correct numbers on our forms & we had only been refunded for one tooth instead of three. Problem now sorted but I now have a house I haven't looked at for the better part of a week, a child whose school work hasn't been looked at for the better part of a week, loads & loads of wet washing that won't dry in this weather & am behind on Ditz's returned work schedule because the child simply refuses to do tests unless I'm right there to hold her hand all the way through. Yes I know she's 13. Yes I know this is the child who did street theatre all on her own. Yes I know the child sang solo before thousands at the Ten Tenors concert but this is science. And maths. Science & math need hand holding. Lots & lots of hand holding. *sigh* Guess what we're doing Monday? Yuk!

On the other hand despite the boys rattling round all day & stinking up the entire house with crab stink & Liddy watching movies all day because it was wet & Friday was her day off, Ditz actually sat down & did the work I'd left her to do. Thank you, Ditz!