Holy shit, what a day.
THE GOOD: I got my daughter into a rehab facility! I drop her off tomorrow morning before 10 am. It’s a 30 day program. Her boyfriend got in to a different location, for a 21 day program. It’s an hour away, so I will be dropping him off a little after 8 am.
The place that they had an appointment at this morning was not at all what they needed - it would have been great if they had been worse off, but they didn’t need assistance with food, clothing or housing payments, so after about an hour of getting registered, we left with a folder full of online resources. Ugh. I was pretty pissed that it was no good.
However, after we got into the car, I started calling around and I quickly realized that they weren’t going to get any help without health insurance. So we went home, had lunch, and then instead of filling in the online state insurance forms, I called the number and finally got a person on the line. I told them we didn’t have internet access. So everything got filled out, and both BugGirl and her boyfriend got approved for Medicaid. Only, they won’t have a written approval until 15 business days.
I called a rehab facility directly here in town, and the rep there said they could label the insurance as “pending” and then back date the treatment once the card comes in. He said they have a department that will check everyday and be able to handle that - it’s a normal thing. Thank goodness.
So yeah, she got lucky - they had zero beds but then while we were on the phone, it updated to show one no-show for today, so she got that space for tomorrow!
THE BAD: I finally got my central air fixed. $500 on a credit card, to replace the motor outside. Apparently it is working now okay. I dunno. I haven’t been paying attention because it’s nice out and we don’t need it on. That was first thing this morning.
THE UGLY: After we heard the good news about the rehab admissions, MisterMoonbeam came out to say we needed ice cream to celebrate! So we went outside to walk to the ice cream shop on the corner of our street. He wasn’t watching where he was going, and he fell down the step at the end of our walkway. He caught himself on his hands and knees, and was a little scraped up.
After he got back up, he decided he should prolly sit down for a minute in a patio chair - he was a little shaken up. I went inside to get Neosporin for his scrapes, and he asked BugGirl for some water. I came out, unscrewing the cap to the ointment, and I asked him to show me his hands. He didn’t move, so I was like, what the hell dude, and I grabbed his hands. He didn’t move.
Then I looked up to his face and he wasn’t there. His eyes were rolled back into his head and there was foam on his mouth. While I watched, he started shaking and went into a seizure! His head lolled back so I reached out and held it still, watching his lips turn blue. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911.
As they answered and started taking my information, the seizure stopped and MisterMoonbeam looked at me and said, “Hey there.”
I was like, “I’m on the phone with 911!”
He said okay, and then asked why. He had no recollection of having had a seizure at all!
BugGirl came outside with the water and was like, damn, your lips are blue! I freaked out then and said he had a seizure!!
When the ambulance arrived, they took his vitals and did a scan of his heart and said every single thing was dead normal. They checked his sugar, and that was fine too. They said he could turn down a trip to the hospital, and yeah, we thought it was okay if he didn’t go - there was nothing to check after that.
What’s crazy is that he’s been wearing a heart monitor for the last week and he took it off last night because it was uncomfortable. I’m like, holy shit dude.
It was so intensely scary and I was crying a little. He seems to be okay now but this sort of thing has me freaked out. I love this man so much, he needs to stop it!