Laylee says, “Sometimes I think it’s good that poor people don’t have any toys or things because then their house will always look clean.”
I wonder if she’s been reading my blog.
She spent a good part of last night shaking and twitching with the pain of a sudden ear infection. So at about 2am we had the free on-call doctor out to our house to check on her and prescribe some antibiotics. It was the 3rd time we’d used the service.
Dan’s lucky enough to work for a company with phenomenal benefits, 100% health insurance coverage for EVERYTHING imaginable, including on-call doctors available 24/7 when you can’t get in to see your primary care physician, no deductibles, no copays.
As I was putting Laylee down to bed, clutching the Tinkerbell sticker the doctor had given her, I told her how lucky she was to have a doctor who could come out to her house anytime. She seemed surprised. “Not everyone has doctors who will come to their house when they’re sick,” I explained.
“REALLY?!” she gasped, “Like who.”
“Well, like almost everyone. Grammy, Papa, all your aunts and uncles and cousins.”
She gave me the same look she’d given me when I told her that not everyone had a house to live in and she said we should give all our money to them so they could buy a blanket that’s not made out of trash.
I don’t know why everyone doesn’t have a doctor who can come visit them. I wish we all did.