So, we are in the thick of dealing with some medical stuff for the little dude. He has been congested since we got him, and yesterday spiked a pretty high fever, higher than anything Ali has run, so I decided it’s time to take him in. Just one problem, we didn’t have their Medicaid numbers, or a letter of placement, or even know their goddamn names it turns out. I will probably forever hate their social worker just a little bit for pushing us aside for so long, but we kind of went around (above) her and got what we needed to at least get an appointment. And here comes another not great thing, we have to take the kids to the ghetto ass Medicaid clinic their mom uses. I took him in yesterday afternoon and was a little taken aback by the whole thing. The building itself was dirty and falling apart, the PA seemed clueless, the nurses totally ignored me when I asked questions and tried to get information. Well, the final nurse we saw was cool, she was the only one that seemed competent and she knew the boys well and she had LOTS to say about the situation they came from. So we came home with a couple prescriptions and a follow up appointment in a week. Today, I couldn’t get dudes fever down under 103 no mater what I gave him or how many cold drinks and cool cloths I gave him. I called the clinic over 20 times! Left 3 increasingly bitchy voicemails! Didn’t get a call back for over 8 hours! WTF! So, I sent Jen and dude to the children’s ER by our house, at the hospital I’m currently working at in clinical (and interviewing at for a job in icu on Friday!), and they are taking care of him like I knew they would.
It makes me sad that there are lots of people who can only afford that type of place, it’s not right and it’s not fair. Everyone deserves quality medical care. But, my boy isn’t going back there again, he will go to a doctor we choose since we are fortunate enough to have the option of putting him on our insurance.