Victory Is Mine!

I just got the mail, and in it, finally, is a letter from the oral surgeon explaining why he recommended that I have my tooth pulled with anesthesia. It only took me nine months of phone calls and letters to get them to write this letter. I'm fully aware that my insurance company could still reject the claim, and I'll get stuck with the $200 bill. But the doctor's office dragged their feet over this letter for so long that it became a point of pride that I get it from them. At least now I've got written proof that the anesthesia was necessary. I'll try and savor that for a little while.