Friday, May 1, 2009

The hidden cost of preschool

You're probably thinking I'm going to write about the tuition, or the enrollment fee, or the incessant fund raisers (definitely a hidden cost!), but no, I'm talking about the medical bills. No, I'm not even talking about the visits to the doctor for the strange and exotic viruses the preschooler gets from his little friends, although those visits certainly add up. I'm talking about the bills for the stitches. From injuries incurred while running into the preschool's wheelchair ramp. While dragging a pretend fire hose.

After the numbing medicine took effect, Munchkin was a real trooper. He watched in fascination as the doctor sewed him back together and he can't wait to go back and show his stitches to all his friends. And in case you ever need to know, if your child is considerate enough to get his injury during business hours, you can take him to his pediatrician instead of to Urgent Care or Emergency. We've been told it's much cheaper although we haven't received the rest of the bills, yet.

Recovering later that afternoon, Munchkin played "paramedic" and doctored up all his buddies.

7 comments:

kale for sale said...

How did the fire hose fare? It's tough work being in preschool. I'm glad all are fine. I completely thought you were going to say the new food you had to buy because that's what the other kids are eating. I was in my food bubble again.

Anonymous said...

Oh dear! Well ... consider it this way. Though you had to pay for the stitches, you got the value-added benefit of Munchkin's first Jr. Paramedic Training course! :) This should be good for a weeks of medic action at your house! Glad Sebboh, Tigger & company will be in good hands. Love, Aunt Janet

Donna said...

kale: The pretend fire hose was not injured in the least. I'm a little afraid that when we go back to school, he'll remember it and run into the wall again. The food thing hasn't been a big deal because Munchkin's such a picky eater that he doesn't want what the other kids have. :)

Janet: No, the paramedic stint lasted barely a day. Now he's a workman again.

Green Resolutions said...

Poor little guy!

dogear6 said...

At least it's easier to convince Munchkin to get stitches because they're cool, then having to force the hubby to go get stitches when he knows it's NOT cool and it's going to hurt. The promise of a treat afterwards still works though - especially if it's beer and a pizza (sorry, couldn't resist making you laugh).

Donna said...

dogear6: Thanks for the laugh. :) I'm guessing that's a true story...

dogear6 said...

Yes, that is a true hubby story. I was actually out of town the last time it happened and it was an acquaintance who made him go get the stitches. Before that, I had to be the bad guy and make him go. The beer and pizza was his reward to stop moping around the house afterwards.