My life is a constant stream of medical mayhem. Medical bills are consuming my life. At one point I figured if I ignored them, they would go away. That didn't happen. As I look over the three that are currently due and calling my name, I'm trying to figure out how in the wide world of sports that hospitals can charge so much! I'm obviously in the wrong business...that is for sure.
It's mostly the Boog man that is making my life constantly drown in medical debt. If I can make it this whole year (crossing my butt cheeks) without him having to go to the hospital, I'm going to consider it a good year. I hold my breath at every fall this kid makes. I don't get it either. My oldest son has NEVER been to the hospital. He hasn't broken anything or needed to get his body sewed up anywhere. He has never been sick enough to need to be in the hospital. He's almost eleven so I'm thinking odds are looking good. The middle kid has cost me very little as well. A bout of an unknown illness kept him cooped up for a few days and he's needed stitches once. The kid has played soccer, basketball, football and baseball for years and has survived all the bumps of that.
But the little one...he's my walking disaster. He's been hospitalized with Rotovirus...stitched for his second birthday and stitched again for his third. He just turned four so it's a new year for new injuries. I'm going to remind him when he grows up and becomes rich and famous that he owes me a lot of back money for the mental and financial anguish he has put me through. Lucky for him he is cute and gives the best hugs...oh yea and I'm his momma and love him to the moon and back.
The envelopes are sealed and I'm going to suck it up and pay them. I still don't want too. I'm moving to Canada!
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