These
are the continuing adventures of a Swedish immigrant during her first
year as an American. She boldly went where she'd never gone
before...please come along on Adventures
in America.
I
told you that I think my claustrophobia started with being tied down
and in traction (check out H and I). I think my current complete and
total disrespect, hatred, malice, nightmares, and frustration with
medical insurance companies started with this incident.
Yesterday
I told you about the mechanics creeper that I tooled around on. Here's the picture again:
This idea was really genius on The Swede's part. Mechanics lie on a wheeled short-bed contraption to roll themselves in and out from under the cars while they're working. A determined girl (like...ahem...say me...) could wheel herself about the house if she had one. So he bought me one.
(that black pad was where my head went, and I used my cast-only-to-above-the-knee leg to push myself around the house, though here I'm lying completely off of it so Farfar and I can do the puzzle)
This idea was really genius on The Swede's part. Mechanics lie on a wheeled short-bed contraption to roll themselves in and out from under the cars while they're working. A determined girl (like...ahem...say me...) could wheel herself about the house if she had one. So he bought me one.
I
don't remember if I overheard this conversation between The Swede and
the insurance company, or if it was between my parents, with The
Swede recounting the story, but it went something like this.
“Sir,
we don't pay for special pajamas for kids in casts. You have to buy
those yourself.”
“Sir,
I'm not talking about pajamas. I'm talking about (insert my
description from above).”
“But
it says here on your itemized list “creeper”. Isn't that some
sort of pajamas?”
“Well
sir, for babies, I guess they might call their pajamas creepers, but
my daughter is 9 and is in a body cast. There are no pajamas she can
wear. This is a device she uses to move herself around the house.”
I
wish I knew if they paid for it or not, but I can't remember. If it
was my insurance company today, they'd call it “durable, medical
equipment” and make ME pay for it. Believe me, I know.
P.S
Have you met Gary? Gary Pennick of the blog Klahanie? He's our
anti-challenge spokesman, and has done amazing promotion for us
WITHOUT being a participant. He's actually blogging the alphabet
backwards. He's just that way – unique, super punny, has the
sharpest wit I've met in a long time, and well, I just adore him.
So please, go pay him a visit and tell him Tina sent you.
11 comments:
Ooh... insurance companies... blech.
Glad you got one, insurance company or no insurance company.
My dad would've probably made one out of something (the MacGuyver that he is)
Gary is great!
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
My guess is they didn't pay for it.
Gary is doing an awesome job an non-spokesman!
What a great idea to get you mobile. I am sure the insurance didn't pay for it, its amazing how selective they can be.
JO ON FOOD, MY TRAVELS AND A SCENT OF CHOCOLATE
I back pedaled to "H", to see how this happened to you. You were a beautiful child, and I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of this. Glad your dad found a way for you to get around, though I'm not sure if he was able to get around the insurance company. Oh and I agree with you about Gary!
Julie
My grampa had one of those in his garage that i used to take short spins on...Not sure it would've had the same appeal if it was my only choice! (great idea though)
Hey Tina,
Insurance companies are not exactly friends of mine.
I reckon you would like to spin around your house on such a wheeled short-bed contraption. I'm sure this recollection of your experience of moving from Sweden to America is quite the therapeutic journey. A journey you're sharing.
That's very generous to make note of my site, Tina. I also thank those who also said such nice things about me on here. You know I'm your bestest type non-participant. Happy alphabeting, dear lady.
Gary :)
Insurance. What a joke.
Hi Tina .. oh gosh .. the misunderstandings of language - or people who can't think. Well you certainly went through a few challenges .. but your Dad's determination is wonderful - and you obviously weren't being left out ..
Cheers Hilary
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