Back in March, N jumped off the couch and sprained his foot. His usual response to something as simple as stubbing his toe is to crawl around crying, saying he can't walk, so it took me a while to figure out that he might have really hurt himself. It was too late to go to the doctor, so we took him into the emergency room. He was fine in a couple days, just barely limping when he went back to school. After a bit, we forgot about it.
But today, we got something from the insurance company, one of those forms they send you when they're trying to figure somebody else to charge for the bill. Last time this sort of thing happened was when J broke his finger several years back playing basketball. He needed surgery for it. For two, maybe three years afterwards we got those forms every couple of months. I don't know why they kept sending them; the information didn't change any of the times we sent it in. After a while, every time we got one, J called them, gave the information, and made them promise never to send us one again. After a year or so, it finally worked.