I got a call this morning from the place that Sam goes to physical and occupational therapy. I assumed they were just cancelling because the therapist was sick or something.
The first thing she says is, "Don't worry, no bad news or anything, we're still scheduled to see Sam."
What she was calling to tell me was that they've finally figured out, after eight months and 28 sessions, that we are actually supposed to pay a $20 co-pay for each visit.
I don't know what kind of world she lives in, but in my world, being sprung with an unexpected $560 bill, and the knowledge that each future session of what we thought was free (or insured) therapy is now going cost $20, counts as bad news.
Not terrible, horrific, life-altering news, but definitely not what I'd call good.