The Amazing Power of Just Asking

I'm still seething about our visit with Dr. Grandpa back in April. Why am I still so angry?

• Dr. Grandpa sent us into a trauma spiral for a couple weeks where we re-examined our entire TTC process, fought with each other, cried and were generally upset. He stole precious time from us.
• He was condescending, insulting and not empathetic about our situation. We needed someone who could work with a queer couple. He could not.
  
• He told us we were the MOST ANXIOUS AND STRESSED TTC couple he'd ever seen, evidenced by our charting my temps, and that was why we weren't getting pregnant.
• When we went to see him I had really needed some help from a professional and he hurt us more than helped. We ended up seeing another OBGYN and she actually respected us, our process, our needs and gave us answers.

I had to call the hospital because in the ultimate insult, they are actually CHARGING us to be lectured by Dr. Grandpa, and it appears they haven't bothered to bill my insurance. Then I ask them...is there any thing I can do if I feel that my visit was a waste of time?

Yes! Turns out I can contest the charges.

GLORY GLORY ALLELUIA.

So we're contesting Dr. Grandpa. And it feels damn good. We do have some say in this situation and all it took was me asking the right questions. Even if they end up charging us, at least it's not without a fight.