…but we move forward.
Working from home yesterday afternoon, wrapping up for the day, when my wife came into my office explaining that we had to go to the ER.
My son split his forehead open while jumping around our van. ER visits aren’t new for us. This isn’t our first rodeo. After all, we have three boys who are as active and rambunctious as I am.
23 stitches later (we went with the on-call Plastic Surgeon), 5 hours later, we were home and exhausted. Thankfully, my son will be fine. It does means no more swimming the rest of the month, which hurts him more than the cut.
We have medical insurance, but knowing how this works, they’ll pay as little as possible, and dump the rest on us (it seems that my out-of-pocket expenses increase each year, as the insurance coverage decreases). I’ll fight as much as I can, but will likely have to work out a payment plan.
Again, I guess I need to plan for the unexpected. We’re still working on building up our emergency savings. The trick is not to be discouraged. Most importantly, my son received great care, praise God!
Anyway, here’s hoping for a less eventful weekend.