Not again!

Alright, let's go back to our lesson of February 13, and the evils of sick children on the wallet. This lesson was reiterated to us this weekend (St. Patricks Day, to be precise) courtesy of our WONDERFUL 2 year old. While all of you shits were out partying and enjoying being young, we ended up having to take Lexi to urgent care, because she was breathing funny. Interesting experience. We get there, and it's empty. I know, not normal. So they took her back to triage after a 10 minute wait, and proceeded to immediately put her on oxygen. Yeah, before even registering her or getting our deposit. You know it's bad when they give treatment before having our bank account info! So, after 4 hours of chest x-rays, and breathing treatments and steroids, they inform us that they can't send her home, and in fact, they are sending her to Phoenix Childrens Hospital. By ambulance. Lights and sirens blaring. Then they inform us, they bleary eyed, exhausted parents (it's midnight by then) that only one parent can go in the ambulance. Great, so I get to drive through St. Paddy's day construction traffic to Phoenix, terrified the whole way. And I know where NOTHING is in Phoenix! So, I get there, after learning the hard way that I-10 is one lane only and everyone and their mother is on it, at about 1 am. I ask very nicely where my daughter is, and they can't find her. WHAT?!?! I said, they just brought her in by ambulance, I know she's here. The response? She's not up on the board. Who fucking cares!!!! Find my daughter! So, the nurses are calling all over, and finally, this obviously overpaid shit head doctor looks up and says, She's in room 8. Thanks, buddy. You couldn't have said that 15 minutes ago?? So I go in there, and her o2 sats are still low. 4 more hours, and a major breathing/steroid treatments later, they decide she is well enough to go home. The verdict? Asthma. We get an inhaler. Finally, we arrive home at 5 am, and manage to get to bad by 5:30. Lexi gets up before 9. Apparently she's feeling better, or so we thought. By Sunday afternoon, she is puking everywhere, nonstop, and has diarrhea bad enough that we went through an entire pack of pull ups in 1 day. Obviously, something is wrong, and it ain't asthma. We get her to her regular doctor Monday afternoon, and we find out the truth. She has frickin pneumonia! The stupid hospital sent her home with an inhaler for frickin pneumonia!! And to top it all off, apparently from being there at the hospital, Steve, Lexi and I all caught the stomach flu. So, we now get to pay, out of pocket for the most part, for urgent care, x-rays, the ambulance, ER, and respiratory therapy, none of which managed to accomplish anything in regards to her illness. On top of that, we have to pay for her regular doctor, 1 regular visit and 4 follow ups, the inhaled steroid, the nebulizer and the albuterol. Won't complain about that because she costs WAY less, and actually managed to do her job. But the other fuckers, better believe they are going to get a piece of my mind!!! As soon as I quit puking...