In hindsight,

I probably worried the whole 'we are going to owe the plastic surgeon our first born' thing a bit too much. Realistically, there was no reason to fret.  No bill had arrived in the mail, no one was harassing us for money, EOBs are not always correct and even denied claims can be filed again.

After all, the worst case scenario was that we would have a large bill to pay.  Did we owe the money? Since we were told we were covered, that part is debatable.  Did we utilize his services? Yes. Would we pay the bill had we really been in the wrong (though I find it now very difficult to believe that would be the case)? Yes, if there was really no other solution.  Would it have killed us financially?  No, not at all…it just felt that way.

Did I likely look like a complete nutcase in the post where I freaked that our life savings was going down the toilet?  Hmm, probably not debatable at all.

The issue at hand is that I am still grappling with all of the intense changes that have occurred over the past few months.  Throw the possibility of a several thousand dollar doctor's bill into the mix, all of our other new (and unexpected) expenses,  subtract out the fun times we were going to have and you have the new and sometimes a little bit quirky, Jen.  She's not crazy, she's just still trying to adjust.  

So, thanks for giving her time, encouragement, equally awful insurance horror stories, candy and flowers (the last two courtesy of Aunt Peg!).  She really, really appreciates it and hopes that one day she can repay the kindnesses.  If nothing else, she can be a very good listener…