Some form of this post may eventually be included in Living with People I Want to Punch in the Throat. It is unedited and in rough draft form.
Kansas City is a city in the sense that there are many people who live here, we have professional sporting teams, popular musical artists make stops here, and we even have a streetcar now. But Kansas City is also a small town in the sense that if you have a sick child who needs to see a specialist there are probably only one or two doctors who can treat her.
When Adolpha woke up without a memory, one of the first specialists we looked for was a neurologist. There were a few here in town, but most of them were affiliated with the one children’s hospital we have. That children’s hospital and our medical insurance company at the time did not like to work together. So, we had to look elsewhere. There were several neurologists who treat adults, but they wouldn’t see her because she was a minor and referred us back to the children’s hospital.
That’s when I started fighting with my insurance company and the hospital.
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