Blogging world

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I am by no means a huge blogger, I don't follow very many blogs, but I thought this article might be interesting to many of you who read my blog. Maybe one day, My thoughts and photos will be so interesting to the world, that I too can have 50,000 hits in a week and make a living off of writing and taking photos. You know, that actually doesn't sound too bad. I love photography and writing- I'm just no good at fashion and cooking and those other things that are popular on blogs.

medical

I just got off the phone with the billing agency for Lydia's stitches and I needed to vent. The lady I talked to kept telling me I just needed to call my insurance, however, I kept asking her questions. She started to get frustrated and said, "No one asks this many questions. They just call their insurance." Well lady, here is the reason for all my questions: If you have the information right now, I want it. Then I am informed when I call my insurance. I want the codes you use for billing so I can make sure they have been billed correctly to the insurance. I want to know the break down of my bill and how much each thing cost because I find it valuable to know that the Dr. charged me $3 for an anesthetic and $266 to put in 2 stitches. Since the insurance doesn't provide me this information, I like to see how much they are actually paying. I want to know how much our trip to the urgent care actually cost so that the next time, I know, because Dr.'s certainly don't say, "I think your daughter might need stitches, but have you budgeted $250 for medical this month because that is the going rate for stitches these days." Wouldn't it be nice if the medical world actually told us how much things cost? I'm done. I'm off my soap box. I just needed to vent. I am very grateful for medical technology and how blessed we are. I am not trying to make any political health care statement, I just get frustrated sometimes.

Idaho

I was driving along the highway a few days ago when my attention was captured by a tractor disking up a field. I noticed that while the lines were mostly straight, they were not ramrod straight and I knew that he did not have a GPS in his tractor. It made me smile, because his lines looked like the lines I used to make. It made me miss the farm. I will admit though, it is pretty fun when you tell people you are from Idaho and they ask, "Do you grow potatoes?" in a sarcastic voice, I can respond," Yes!" I don't know that my prideful yes helps with the stereotype Idahoans have, but that is alright. I love that even in Indiana, I have neighbors with Idaho license plates still on their cars. There is a camaraderie with these fellow Idahoans. We had Idaho parties where we eat potato chips and see who still knows all the words to "And Here We Have Idaho." And if these Idahoans are from SouthEast Idaho and I tell them that I am a Reed, as in Reed's Dairy, I am instantly famous! (True my dad doesn't run the dairy, but I still bask in the glory of being the second cousin of the man who produces the best ice cream in the West.) Now that you know what a nerdy, prideful Idahoan I am, don't hold it against me. It is true Idaho is bitter cold and we only have two representatives in the House, but it sure is a great place to grow up.