A Re-Cap...

I took Bree to the doctor on Wednesday for her 2 year old check up. They told me to be there at 1:45, but my appointment wasn't until 2:00. The nurse said that I should be there 15 minutes early, so that they can get things started (as far as measuring height, weight, etc.). So, I was there at 1:45. I sat in the stupid waiting room until 2:05. Now, tell me, what is the point in telling someone to be there 15 minutes early, if you're just going to make them wait longer than if they had just showed up at their appointment time. Had I gotten there at 2, I would have only had to wait 5 minutes. Instead, I'm sitting there for 20 minutes.

Anyway...

...so we finally get called back. After weighing and measuring Bree (27 pounds, 36 inches), it was time for Bree to have her finger pricked to make sure her blood count and all was normal. I had to hold out her little arm while the nurse stuck the little finger pricker into Bree's pointer finger. Bree didn't cry, or anything like that, but she definitely gave the nurse a "go-to-hell" look as the nurse continued to squeeze Bree's blood into a vile.

Finally the Doc arrives. He sat in his little chair across the room, and told me a bunch of crap I already knew. I asked him about Bree back tracking on potty training, he gave me a solution. He listened to Bree's heart beat, looked in her ears, made sure her legs were growing right, and then...that was it. He left. We were done. I dressed Bree, and we got the heck outta there!

That doctor's visit cost me one hundred and twenty three dollars. That's right. One hundred and twenty three dollars for the doctor to tell me a bunch of stuff I already knew, peek inside Bree's ears, and listen to her heart beat. Then I noticed that they charged 20.00 for the finger prick (just the finger prick), and 20.00 for the test. So 40.00 to stick a needle in Bree's finger, draw some blood, and run it through a machine for two seconds. How do they get away with charging that much?

I guess I can't complain much, because I do have a healthy, 2 year old, baby girl. What more could a Mommy ask for?

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I am going to enjoy my last few days as a 21 year old. I turn 22 on Tuesday. Eeek!