Just finished my $16,426.05 batch. Taking a little break. Crappy that my next batch is only $4,000 something but it's just a big in size as the last, all because of the core. I really don't like correspondence today. No money to post to my accounts, usually means research, phone calls, file cabinets, copies, etc. And I'm acting too lazy today. Found out that the people in medical records have discussed chart notes from employees, and that distressed me a bit. For all the hubbub about HIPAA it seems that there are still plenty of issues internally. When I went to Dr. Johnson for my sinus infection, a coder actually mentioned to me that they noticed my fee ticket. Oh well, what's a person to do? I did the math and I've saved $57.61 over the last three years having lab work done here. Why does medicine have to be so entangled with money? I guess I'm feeling lazy and slightly Socialistic today. I am in good humor however. Back to work...For now... Ok, It's break time and I'm back.
Word(s) of the day: MELANGE
Lexie log: Yesterday when I got home, Lexie wanted to go play in the backyard. I went in the walk-in closet to get changed and she followed me in. 'We keep her build a bike' tricycle in there so she doesn't tear up the house trying to ride it indoors. Last time we tried her legs still weren't long enough to push all the way through one rotation. She saw the trike, pointed energetically at it, and started chanting, "Help? Help? Help?" Ok, new plan. We take the trike out front to give her a test ride in the court. One thing I should have done was bother to take the time to remember that she hadn't had a nap yet and would be edgy and cranky if everything didn't go exactly as she expected. On top of that, she is identical to me in my youth in the respect that she has a big problem with other people showing her how to do something, or explaining something. She fully expects to be able to master something on the first try and gets mighty defensive when anyone tries to 'help'. (*side note* I love you Grammy Mom and Grampa Dad) Aside from all this she picked up on the pedal concept pretty quick, and her reach has improved. However, she refused to wear any kind of foot wear, (I think because of a splinter she got from the backyard) and threw herself dramatically to the ground when her shoes were offered her. I decided then to let her try out the pedals barefoot. I seem to remember doing this and having it be not so comfortable. She didn't seem to mind. I coached her out to the mailbox (coach here means push a little steer a little cheer a little) and then turned to head back to the center of our court figuring we would do a few laps around to court. She had other plans, and you remember what I just said about her plans when she's tired... She pointed towards the cross street and said, "Go here?" I started to protest, then decided...Why not? I didn't think we would end up going around the entire block, but we did. The 'block' we live on is really big, six courts bunched together like a six pack. About half way through, my back was killing me from this odd little position I spent most of my time in helping her learn to steer. It was worth it though, she enjoyed the heck out of it. She only fell twice, once early on when I tried to head back and she started flippin out on me again, and once at the end in front of our driveway when I turned the handlebar too sharp. It was fun, we went into the house, she crawled up into our bed and slept for the next two hours.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, stuffed animals, shoes, tricycle lessons, toys, relaxing, having fun, swimming, and weekends.
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