The Bazooka vs The Mosquito

First of all, let me just say that not having health insurance at the moment has definitely put doctor visits into perspective. Don’t get me wrong, when I had a headache, I’d get an Advil, not an MRI LOL. It wasn’t that bad. But I do remember going to the doctor A LOT. If I even sneezed wrong – I aint care what it was – if it seemed outta place, I was on the table. Now that I have to pay out of pocket for every visit and lab test, a sista is a lot less frivolous with them visits LOL. But when you are paying for medical coverage, why shouldn’t you go every chance you get? The only time you get any refund on it is if you don’t use it AT ALL, and that trip to the ER last spring when your drunk ass fell down the stairs could not be helped, so go on and get that booty pimple checked out! LOL

But seriously, not having insurance changes how you see shit. For instance, I took my daughter to the doctor, when I was upstate last weekend. I told yall she done started that peeing shit again, so Im like ok, let ‘s see if there is something going on. We hit paydirt: UTI. YES! LOL May seem weird to be cheering for that, but at least there is a reasonable explanation for the shit. Some shit going down that you cant explain is frustrating as hell. So anyway, I get the call and directions to pick up her meds, so I do and drop it off before I roll back outta town.

Tuesday I get a call from the doctor, wanting to set a follow up appt for Friday. I told them go ahead and set it, I’d see if someone could bring her, and I’d call back to reschedule if they couldn’t. My daughter’s aunt said she could take her, so Boom…….LOL……..she calls me this afternoon while Im at work, asking if I “got a minute.” I hate when people ask me that shit, cause I know its gonna be a conversation that probably didn’t need to be had right that minute and likely about some shit I don’t wanna get into.

She said she had two questions. The first one was easy – how does she get cleared to pick my daughter up? No problem, I got that. The second "question" was more like a barrage of questions LOL, all surrounding whether or not enough was being done. She talking about urologists and child psychologists and all kinda shit. Im lookin at the phone like bitch, I aint got no insurance! LMAO! No, but real talk though, what am I doing all that for? She was telling me how some psychologist or somebody she knew gave her some papers about things that can be done or something and Im like dude…. That’s just it – those are all the things that could be done, but there are a lot of things that can be done before you even get that far. Those are things you resort to if you cant find anything else wrong. Who lets the hospital cut off a titty when the lump they found aint cancer? LOL Its overkill, like trying to kill a mosquito with a bazooka. So I told her as much – 1) I aint got no insurance, I have to PAY for this. But that’s beside the point, because, were it necessary, I’d pay even more for any of those additional options, if it meant we’d get the situation resolved. It just AINT necessary and Im not doing all that LOL. I think she started to hear the aggravation in my voice – either that or she realized she had called me at work about some bullshit that coulda waited until I got home, since she has a propensity for that fresh-in-the-door aggravation I hold so dearly LOL. Or maybe her brother told her she needs to fall back sometimes and mind her business, and she was trying to take heed. Maybe she heard how spastic she was sounding. IDK what it was really, but I know that suddenly all her protesting and hypochondria turned into “Ok’s” and nods that I could almost hear through the phone. Whatever it was, I was glad it kicked in at that moment. I really wasn’t in the mood to be justifying why I did or didn’t do something that involves MY child. I might as well just let my baby keep blasting me about the medicine being cherry. She hates cherry, but hell, aint my fault there weren’t any other flavors…..