So the good news is that Dylan saw our GP today and we got a referral to see the pediatrician at the hospital really easily. I just told him what had happened and said the magic words, "they couldn't find a medical reason for the seizures," and Dr. Wellings said, "Right. You need a referral to the pediatrician." I'm definitely learning how to navigate the bureaucracy that is the NHS, and I was really pleased.
The bad news is that the insurance company called last night and told us that Dylan wasn't covered on our travel insurance policy. This leaves us with approximately $6000 in medical bills for a two day period. Martin asked me to go see someone at our bank today, and gave me permission to be "as nasty as you want." That's something, coming from Martin. I can be pretty nasty. Though I'm out of practice, having been on my best behavior since moving to England (remember how I have been trying to IMPROVE peoples' impression of Americans over here?). I've been gearing up for it all day, and will be speaking to them in about 45 minutes. They pretty much gave us the wrong insurance policy and since we left the following day, the first chance we had to read all the details was AFTER Dylan had his seizures.
But on another happy note, I am having my third ultrasound on Thursday and Martin and I are going on a date later that night. Plus, my father-in-law is coming over to fix my oven. The thermostat on it is broken, and it is REALLY difficult to bake stuff as a result. He bought the part for it last week and is going to install it when he comes over to watch Dylan while I go in for my ultrasound. Martin can't get the time off work to come with me this time.
So I've been feeling a lot of pressure to find out the sex of the baby. The family were kind of pushing about it, and now Emma has started as well. It's so tempting right now, because I have seen some adorable baby clothes and Martin and I are getting really close to actually decorating the nursery (the big constructino stuff should get finished this weekend). But I've decided that I am sticking to my decision not to find out. So people, stop pestering me!!!
Must run--got to go shout at people and be a nasty, pushy American. Wish me luck everybody!!!