. . . if they don't cover health related things? For those of you who have been on the edge of your seats waiting with us to hear about the outcome of the dental/medical appeal, we finally heard . . . they "voted to decline our request to have the dental procedures covered by the medical plan." Our last ditch effort has been voted down. We got the letter on Sat. and I really didn't want to have to show Kev but obviously I couldn't just leave town and take the letter with me. Eventually he'd wonder where I was. The trustees actually had the audacity to say in it that "it was with much deliberation at both the July and August trustee meetings" that they voted to decline us. As if that really makes it better . . . taking 2 months more of our time and Kev's un-comfort to pretend to give a flying fig about our situation. In case you can't hear it in my tone, there is much rancor floating around about the insurance profession these days . . . sorry Kim.
Anyway, we're just going to have to get the teeth pulled and partial dentures ourselves, with the pittance they call our dental coverage. All the other stuff . . . the scaling and planing and whatnot . . . will just have to wait. Kev was pretty much convinced not to do that stuff anyway because it seems an exercise in futility to scrape and pretty-up (with much more pain and discomfort) teeth that will be leaving us eventually. But at least with the partials he will be able to eat a sandwich without a knife and fork again. We've taken to carrying them in the diaper bag just in case we go somewhere and forget to ask for them.
Thank you once again, bottom dollar. Even in Wyoming. I guess we'll just have to trust that God will provide the money in another way instead.