When I approached the receptionists desk to check-out at the pediatric dentist's office today, I was assured that they would bill my insurance.
Of course, that's AFTER I pay the charges in full ...
... to the tune tune of $804!
Did you hear that? EIGHT HUNDRED FOUR DOLLARS!!
With my mouth agape, I slowly pulled out my credit card, and handed it over to the receptionist. I tried not to shake my head too hard. To look too shell shocked. To puke.
But seriously? For $804, they should be sending me home with someone to help brush and floss their teeth twice a day.
Sure, I understand that the prices we paid overseas were ridiculously inexpensive. Even by India's standards. But a $92 charge for each girl to establish us as new patients ... when all we needed to was to scrape a little tartar off of Riley's teeth and remind Sheridan how to brush correctly ... seemed ludicrous.
I will admit that the office was pretty cool. One big room with four chairs lined up next to each other for the kids to get their teeth cleaned. Large monitors for the hygienists to look at their x-rays. And flat screen TV's above each chair for the kids to watch.
This type of relaxing environment would have been a great place to have taken the kids back. Not only were the hygienists thorough, but the dentist actually took a lot of time discussing the complexity of the girls' future orthodontic treatments.
After closer inspection of the statement, I'll concede that the prices were fairly reasonable. I think. Though, I'm sure that our insurance won't cover more than a wee portion of the total bill.
Which sucks because it looks like I just paid for at least two of their office TV's. And I really could have used at least one of them in our new home.