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Family Bonds

31 Aug

Life has an odd way about it.  The threads that weave our existence are varied in color & texture yet there are so many similarities among us.  The foundations of our experiences my happen at different stages but celebration, mourning & the emotions that come with them are universal.  Family (in its many forms) is one commonality with which we all deal.

You’re probably wondering what brought all this on…the short answer is death.  The long answer is seeing two people whom I know (one is a cousin, the other is a friend on Twitter) deal with the loss of family members over the past two weeks.  My cousin lost her husband; my friend a sister.  Two vastly different situations on the surface yet I see this faint connection in family bonds (or lack thereof).

My cousin had a hard life growing up. I won’t go into details but I will say that she lost her mom when she was in her early teens.  For reasons that are complex she & her younger sister moved in with my family.  As you can imagine there was plenty of conflict.  The extended family has issues aplenty as well so that didn’t help the situation.  My cousin is now in her 20s, a mom of two beautiful children & going to school.  She built a life (and family) for herself where she feels secure.  That security was badly damaged recently when her husband died last week.  It was a sudden loss; one that wasn’t exactly expected though we all knew it was possible (her husband had sickle-cell anemia).

As I kept up with my cousin via Facebook I saw an outpouring of love from people I don’t know but who obviously care deeply for my cousin.  Family (blood relatives–uncles, aunts, cousins) also expressed their sympathies for the loss.  Several of them expressed their intent to attend the funeral as a show of support.  However, there was a pre-planned family weekend…all the aunts & uncles were getting together.  Since this weekend had been planned for a year suddenly nobody was free to attend the funeral.  I can’t begin to express my irritation at that attitude.  Yes, there has been plenty of turmoil & whatnot.  Still how much would really have been missed by taking a couple hours out of a weekend to support a niece in the middle of a heart-breaking, gut-wrenching tragedy?

While I was hearing/seeing this play out in my family I also listened to a friend on Twitter as she grieved the loss of a sister.  Again in this instance family turmoil (to put it mildly) is making a time of sorrow that much more difficult.  Rather than rehashing my friend’s tale in my own poor words I encourage you to go here & read what she has to say.

The point of my post is that family bonds are what we make of them.  Both my cousin & my friend have created their own families.  When faced with the option of being part of dealing with blood relatives that are less than congenial or finding their own way they both chose the 2nd option.  This has allowed them to surround themselves with a “family” of people who may or may not be related by blood but are definitely related by love. Not only have they created a family structure that fits their needs but they value themselves enough to know it is necessary.

What family bonds do you cultivate?  What family bonds have you replaced? For me I cultivate the bonds with my immediate family & Abe’s family.  I have added in people who are like sisters.  There are some bonds–like those of my grandparents who are no longer living that can never be replaced.

 
 

The Weekend That Wasn’t

22 Jun

So a couple weeks back I previewed some upcoming posts. I haven’t forgotten that promise…however life has had other plans for me. So rather than recap “Wheels & Squeals” like I had planned it will be a bit of this & that.

This past weekend was the local summer festival weekend. There were tons of activities along with plenty of vendors for the all important RibFest. Friday night the action kicked off with a Burnout contest followed by an ugliest/loudest car contest. Unfortunately I missed all of that as I had spent most of my day in the maternity/delivery area of the hospital being monitored for extremely high blood pressure. I was released & sent home to R E S T!

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Burn Out Alley

Saturday was promising as a bright sunny day & we had plans to be out for a bit enjoying the weather and festivities. Of course I wanted to check out all the cars at the car show & late in the afternoon was the greased pig chase I was anxious to witness (hey, I wanted pictures to share with you all). As life would have it none of those plans were to be. After being awake for awhile it became apparent that I was headed back to the hospital.

I spent about 6 hours lying in the labor/delivery area of the hospital hooked up to the fetal monitor & sphygmomanometer (blood pressure cuff). I also had blood drawn & a urinalysis. After several readings it was apparent that my blood pressure was normal & Baby was doing great. I got a large IV bag of fluids to keep me from getting dehydrated (when they finally placed the IV…I got 2 blown veins in my right forearm & some nice bruising) & was subsequently released to head home.

Since it was dinner time we met up with my brother A & his wife A to head downtown to RibFest. We started with Willingham’s ribs. They use a dry rub & any sauce is served on the side. We tried the Cajun Hot Sauce which added a nice bite & heat to the ribs. We also sampled the Sweet N Sassy sauce which is great if you don’t want anything too spicy. Next we had the pulled pork & brisket from Rowdy Hog Smokin’ BBQ. The pulled pork was tender & savory while the brisket simply melted on the tongue. We sampled the Rowdy Hot sauce with the brisket. For me it really added to the flavor of the brisket while not overpowering the melty tenderness.  Finally we had a single sample of the Dixie Dew Hellbound Hot from Skin & Bones BBQ.  This was the one with the most kick to me but the heat didn’t overwhelm everything else.

Overall it was good to get out of the house even if I didn’t really do anything except sit on a picnic table bench & eat.  I also braved the idea & tried bacon/chocolate kettle corn.  Don’t give me that disgusted look…it was very, very tasty!  I’m looking forward to next year when we can go & I’m not on bed rest.

 
 

A Preview of Upcoming Posts

12 Jun

Every small town in this area (in fact in the country probably) has some type of summer weekend fling. They celebrate the town’s heritage etc. Here we have “Wheels & Squeals”…a combination car show & rib fest weekend. There are quite a few events along with food, requisite beer garden & live music. After reading the proposed events it has been decided that in spite of my bed rest requirements we must attend some of the events. Obviously I will be taking my lawn chair as well as my camera. I could not in all good conscience •not• bring my beloved readers a look at what is sure to be a white trashy good time. I mean who wants to miss the burnout contest, ugliest/loudest car contest, greased pig chase and so much more.

All of this occurs next weekend (coinciding with a visit from my mother-in-law) so stay tuned for what is surely going to be a weekend of ….well quite possibly abject horror.

I also need to recap our trip to RockFest in KC last month. We had a good time & enjoyed seeing Hubby’s brother. I will take the time to post the pictures I managed to take along with a full description of all the craziness we witnessed.

Of course there is always baby stuff for me to carry on about but we shall see if I have the energy to hash over how I’m doing in that department.

In the meantime I highly recommend that you check out the following blogs for something entertaining, thought-provoking & just plain good reading.

Check out my friend Mary at Fit This, Girl! for fitness tips, encouragement, good recipes & general boosting of spirits.

A Twitter friend, Sugarwilla over at her blog is working on 30 Days of Gratitude. Stop for a bit & leave a comment.

Another Twitter friend, Amy over at Taste Like Crazy always has something fun going on. Check her out for wild & crazy stories about being a mom, writer, wife etc.

For a look at what’s happening with one of my favorite bands check out Shadow Gallery. I know they are rehearsing for a trip to Europe where they will debut live at ProgPower Europe 2010.

Another place to check out some great music & writing is over at The Mutant Mouse Chronicles. The head Mutant Mouse has been writing a lot & also has links to where you can get his music. I highly recommend you get some (or all) of what is on offer.

 
 

Plus Eight

06 Jun

So here’s the deal…eight is rather a magic number in my family. My dad is one of 8 kids (2 girls, 4 boys, 2 girls); I am one of 8 kids (2 girls, 4 boys, a girl & a boy) and now my child is going to be one of 8 grandkids (2 boys, a girl, 3 boys & 2 yet to be determined).

It’s funny that it has worked out this way. In fact after four years of no new grandchildren suddenly we are doubling them in a matter of months. Two new additions in the last 2 weeks alone. Grayson Joseph Jay was born 5/25 (3 weeks early) weighing in at 6lbs 15oz & 20″ long. He has fuzzy dark hair & is perfect. We were glad to see him & rejoice with my brother R & his wife as they had a long hard road getting pregnant. Thankfully the pregnancy went pretty well. Then on 6/3 Micah Joel made an appearance (2 weeks early) weighing in at 6lbs 14oz & 20″ long. He has long brown/blonde hair & looks like he’s recently had some highlights added. Micha joins his brother Asher who will be 2 this fall. My sister-in-law J went in & had her water broken at 12:30 pm…she delivered at 2:38 pm after some serious back labor but since she only pushed 4 times I don’t feel too badly for her.

One very special thing about Micah’s delivery is that his brother Asher was in the delivery room the whole time. He helped J with her breathing at the start. He would stand by her shoulder & go “hee hee hee hoo” with her. By all accounts he was a big help & even managed to sleep through the most intense parts of the labor. Asher woke up just as Micah was being delivered. After catching a VERY quick glimpse of the birth he pointed, made a face & pointedly said, “Mess”! I love how honest & forthright kids are even if they don’t know all that’s going on. Other than that Asher seems to have embraced being a big brother (we’ll see how long it is before they fight over trucks).

So now we wait….it is a month to the day until my official due date. I am hoping that this last month goes smoothly & I’m refusing to think about labor & delivery or I may just refuse to give birth. After my (our) little one makes an appearance we have to wait until September for the last baby to arrive. It is going to be a busy Christmas for the family this year but we are excited to have all these little people joining the older cousins.

 
 
 

Boobies on Parade

17 Apr

Lying in bed this morning I was chatting with Abe & we were talking about Baby.  Not a big surprise since right now that’s the biggest thing going on with us.  Baby Fred was busy showing off & making known how strong s/he is.

Of course I got to thinking about what it’ll be like after Baby Fred is born & we go about our lives.  For some reason the idea of going out to eat & needing to nurse popped into my head.  Now I don’t have a problem with women breastfeeding in public…I was breastfed as were all my siblings.  I’ve seen tons of women do it in every type of public space.  It’s a very natural & ordinary event to me.  Now here comes the but….

I think there are women who abuse the idea of breastfeeding.  They whip out the tit & parade it around for the world to see while touting their “right” to nurse their child.  Hey you have every right to nurse….you do NOT have the right to wave your milk-laden udder in the faces of every person within the line of sight & then complain when a) they stare or b) they ask y0u to cover up a bit.  Seriously if you think popping out a boob in the middle of a restaurant isn’t going to attract some looks you’re out of your ever-loving mind.  I’m not saying you have to slink away into a dark corner & hide under a giant tented blanket.  I do think that a bit of propriety, some semblance of modesty, is in good taste.

Where did all this ranty-ness come from you ask… well quite simply from this news story.  It all started on Easter Sunday when this woman nursed her child in a busy restaurant.  I’ll let you read the story rather than rehash it here.  Basics are she & her family were asked to leave.  She claims it was because of the breastfeeding…the restaurant claims it was because her male companion was loud & verbally abusive to employees.

Now I’ve eaten in the restaurant in question.  In fact I’ve been there with my sister-in-law Anne, her 2 kids & her husband.  At the time the youngest E was nursing.  He got fussy & needed to be fed before we left.  So Anne (who is far more modest than I) proceeded to breastfeed right there in our booth.  No fanfare, no big production & no controversy.  She simply took care of business & that was that.  In fact we’ve been in restaurants all over the place where E needed to eat & there was never a problem.  Nobody got offended, pitched a hissy fit or asked us to leave.

Why?  It’s very simple.  Anne simply didn’t feel the need to flip her shirt up to her chin, expose her entire breast & create a scene where she drew attention to the moment.  Granted there were people that noticed.  I know that employees of the various establishments saw, in fact many times a waiter/waitress would come by the table to see if we needed more service or to deliver the bill.

Basically I don’t see a reason why there has to be such a brouhaha about the whole issue.  Women have breasts, women with infants tend to breastfeed.  Get over your feminist inclinations to force everyone to recognize your “wymynpower”.  Just take care of your kid, keep yourself modest (I’m not talking burqas here, but maybe a receiving blanket or a burp cloth) & get on with life.  I can guarantee you there are a damn sight more important things than your boobs that need attention in today’s society.  If you really need to put your boobies on parade head on down to Mardi Gras.

 
 

Cave-ing

11 Oct

I’m feeling like a trip down memory lane again today & this is another one the that makes me laugh ’til I cry &/or snort.  Whenever Abe really wants to make me laugh he will mention our one & only “real” vacation.  Back when life was good & full of promise we decided to take a vacation…so I planned a week long trip to the Black Hills of South Dakota.  I booked online & we chose the first week in October. (I will never go there during the summer again if I can avoid it…it was heavenly to be there & avoid the crowds.)  A lot of the tourist traps were closed but the good stuff was open & we were able to wander around without feeling like we were in a herd of cattle.  When I booked online I chose a package which included passes to the Badlands, Mount Rushmore, Wind Cave & Custer State Park among a few other things.

The Badlands was amazing & we spent a glorious afternoon off-roading through the southern part–totally alone on the windswept buttes & as we drove out at sunset we were lucky enough to drive through the herd of buffalo.  We were so close we could nearly touch them.  They were completely undisturbed by our presence so we coasted along for quite awhile watching them.  I was lucky enough to experience a truly primitive moment when one of the large bulls looked me right in the eye as we drove past…

Anyway, one day we drove to Wind Cave National Park…this was my first time in a cave & although I am a bit claustrophobic I was a trooper (at least I think so….) and just held my breath when I got scared.  It was amazing & beautiful — some of the best scenery I’ve ever had the pleasure of photographing.  Someday I’ll get ambitious & post them here.  One of the most memorable things about the tour was our guide….

Picture, if you will, a tall woman…ordinary in every way, very pleasant manner & the speaking cadence of Keanu Reeves in “Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure”.  Yes you heard me…suddenly all I could see was Keanu in drag…it is a memory that both haunts & amuses me.  In order to give you the full experience please take a trip with me into the cave….(this is all in a California surfer voice…very nasal from a woman born & raised in the Midwest) It went a little something like this–

“So, like there’s tons of cavers (I’m thinking what in the world is a caver?) in like Russia & Mexico.  They’re super great & like laid back and stuff.  So if you think you wanna go caving (the English major shudders even thinking that word) like just go & you’ll like have the awesomest time.  I mean I went caving in Mexico right? It was just really like so fun.  All these people just like hang out in caves, ya know, and explore.  There’s just so much cool stuff to do when caving….there’s the tunnels & the crawling around….and then there’s like just all this really cool stuff to see.”

Now I understood what she meant when using “caving”….I am fairly well-read & I love words so it wasn’t that I had trouble grasping the definition.  However, I am much more familiar with the term spelunking ….the word “caving” falls into that horrible place where words are turned into verbs for no good reason. I personally don’t understand it…just saying.  Well, the monologue went on like that for some time…since just typing like that has given me a nervous tic I must stop there. ( It was amusing & yet horrifying as Abe & I had to listen to that for over an hour.  I nearly threw myself into a pitch black hole to avoid it but Abe restrained me & promised me a stiff drink if I could soldier on.  If I can find the video we took (I believe we have audio of the guide talking) I may have to attempt an upload so you can get the full effect.

We did have a great time & it was fascinating to see all the formations. The one thing that always comes back to us though is the “caving” & the “cavers”….so like anybody wanna go caving & like totally have the funnest, most awesomest time ever? (in my best Valley Girl accent).

 
 

Non-Addictive Cigarettes

09 Oct

I have to tell this story & I apologize to the other person involved–you know I love you girl but this is too funny not to share.

Lately with all the depression & think-y time I’ve had memories have been washing over me–some of them have been like a storm-tossed wave from the depths of Lake Superior.  Others have felt like warm gentle waves kissing my toes on a beach in paradise.  The following story falls somewhere in between….but it makes me laugh & that has been in short supply so I’m going to recount it.

Back in my singleton days, when I was wild & crazy living in the Cities, I spent a lot of time with my best friend from college.  The two of us were inseparable in a lot of ways.  My 23rd birthday was our intro to the world of partying.  For the two of us that involved drinking & *gasp* cigarettes.  We had our share of rowdy nights & days wandering around Uptown & Downtown Minneapolis.  With cigarettes I have the odd ability to smoke them or not.  Never got hooked on them & I count myself very fortunate for that.

My friend was a different story.  One day as we were standing waiting for a bus in Uptown I mentioned that I thought she was smoking an awful lot.  In true Roar fashion she looked at me and stated, “I can smoke as many as I want”.  This stunned me & I asked why she thought that.  ”Look”, she brandished her brand new pack at me, “they are non-addictive”.

To this day there aren’t words for the initial shock I felt upon hearing those words.  My mouth agape & tears pouring down my face from laughing, it took me at least 3 minutes to answer the now frantic Roar, “What….WHAT….WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT”!  I finally managed to grab the back & slowly point out the word on that pack of American Spirits (yellow pack)~~ Non-additive….

That’s right, my dear friend (who is a very intelligent woman) had mistaken these “natural” cigarettes as non-habit forming…needless to say she was shocked & as concerned as I when she realized the extent her non-addictive habit had reached.  I am happy to say that we are both smoke-free these days — older, wiser & able to laugh still at those wild & crazy days roaming the city together.

 
 

All Signs Say “Huh”?

09 Sep

I’m going to tell you a little tale about a girl, the boy she loves, the job she has, the commission he is given & the villian who tries to dash their hopes & dreams.

This girl, Lin is an average looking girl with glasses.  She loves Troy, a boy who works hard with his hands to provide for their life together.  She works as an office girl: answering phones, greeting customers, writing letters & filing papers.  He is a finish carpenter by trade (although he’s been out of work for a while) & a furniture maker.  They live quite happily on a little acreage surrounded by giant pine trees with their dogs.  It’s a mostly happy life filled with all the usual ups & downs.

One day Lin’s boss asks if Troy would be able to create a sign to hang on the front of the building.  Lin says yes & her boss begins the long process of getting a design approved.  Once the inital design is approved by Lin’s boss & also the bank that shares the building (the bank has to be in on everything as they think the world revolves around them) Troy gets to work.  He spends many hours in his shop selecting the proper pieces of lumber & planing them down into smooth boards.  Then Troy joined the boards together to make the signs.  After months of waiting for a decision from the bank (they were given the task of choosing a font for the words) Lin made a decision.  She urged the two businesses to use the same font as their logos– this was met with a great deal of surprise as it had not occurred to anybody else that this was an option.  Lin & Troy had the local print shop make up the letters in the appropriate size & soon the letters were ready to be routered into the signs.  Before making anything permanent Troy arranged the paper letters on the signs, took pictures & sent the files in for approval.  After a month of waiting the bank finally reached an agreement (after much discussion & a vote of 3-2) & Troy was able to begin the task of actually putting the letters into the wood.  During this process Lin asked what color the letters & signs should be.  Nobody responded…but Lin was persistant & finally got the okay to use a nice forest green color for the letters & the rest would be left natural with a clear protective coating.

After months of work the signs were finally ready.  Troy had worked many hours & carefully planned the project.  He had made certain that each step was approved before continuing.  Over all the project took 6 long months but looking at the finished product Lin & Troy were proud of the work.  Since it was close to the end of summer so Troy made sure he got the signs mounted on the front & end of the building.  He got it done just days before the town would be full of people for the annual town festival.  It was hard work too.  The big sign for the front of the builidng weighed in at nearly 300 pounds.

The day after Troy hung the signs he & Lin stopped by the building to deliver the invoices for the signs.  When they arrived they saw 3 people standing at the front entrance looking up at the sign.  Before getting out of the truck Lin said to Troy, “I’ll just bet they are complaining about something.  You know how they are…if it wasn’t their idea or they didn’t do it then something must be wrong with it.”

Lin was right.  As she walked into the building the people standing outside were busy trying to figure out how to “improve” the signs.  When Troy came back from fueling up he walked right in blissful in his state of being totally unaware of what was waiting.  It didn’t take long until this was shattered by multiple people suggesting ways to improve the signs to make them “pop” more.  (One of the suggestors had been watching many home improvement shows on cable television.)  Angered by the lack of appreciation at delivering a product that was exactly to the specifications requested Troy & Lin left and swore that if that’s how Troy’s hard work was going to be treated they would take the signs back.

The next day Lin had to work & she was prepared to do battle for the boy she loved.  It made her feel sad & angry to see Troy’s hard work dismissed so easily.  The two businesses had asked for signs that matched the log building that housed them.  They wanted something nice yet not too modern so that it didn’t look incongruous with the surroundings.  Troy had obliged with a beautiful wooden design…now the same people who commissioned the work were saying it wasn’t at all what they thought it would be.  When Lin’s boss arrived that day he immediately brought up the signs.  Lin was cautious & curt with her answers at first.  Finally she told her boss how upset & hurt Troy had been at the seeming disregard for all his hard work.  Lin said that it was beyond rude to treat someone in that fashion.  How would he feel if after putting in hard work to create something based on a vague design there was nothing but criticism?  Lin’s boss thought about that & agreed that the presentation of questions & suggestions could have been handled in a nicer manner.  Lin also let it be known that Troy was so upset he had insisted on working the night before to correct some minor alignment issues so he wouldn’t be subjected to more opinions on what wasn’t “right” with the sign.  After more discussion Lin’s boss said that he thought the signs were actually quite nice & that the craftsmanship of the signs was indeed very good.  While there could have been some things done differently with the design it wasn’t anything that was critical to the appearance & that next time Lin’s boss would have a better idea of what to ask for when having a sign made.

Lin passed all of this on to her beloved Troy & the two of them felt appeased.  They set off for a long weekend content that the drama had been resolved.  Little did they know what the next week had in store for them.  It was just as well they didn’t because it would have ruined the relaxing weekend in the country.  After the weekend Lin went back to work & Troy went back to his shop.  Their lives fell into its regular rhythm.  Lin stopped in to ask when they could expect the payment from the bank for their portion of the signs.  It was with great dismay & anger that Lin learned the bank president had made it known that the sign invoice was not to be paid  until the owner of the bank (and Lin’s office) approved the signs.  Lin was shocked & nearly in tears…how could she pay the bills?  The rent was due and Lin had counted on that payment.  With Troy essentially unemployed her small income wasn’t enough to take care of everything.  Troy’s work on the signs & some upcoming projects were their only hope of making it.  Lin’s mind raced as she tried to adjust to the news & not cry right there.  After a moment she looked at the lady who had reluctantly shared the news.  ”Please let Prez SL know then that I will not be paying my rent until the signs are approved”, Lin bit the inside of her lip to keep her voice from cracking.  Finished with her errand at the bank Lin stalked across the hall, past her desk & into her boss’s office.  She explained the dilemma that she & Troy were now in.  Lin’s boss was so pissed off when he heard that the bank was refusing to pay on something they had approved already that he marched over to the bank.  Unfortunately the prez was with a customer but Lin’s boss did talk to the VP & came back reassuring Lin that the bank would indeed pay & in a timely  manner.  Lin felt a bit better that she had more people in her corner.  The longer Lin thought about the matter the more steely her resolve became.  She was risking not only her job but also her home going toe to toe with the bank president.  Of course when weighed against the hurt Troy would be caused if the bank got away with refusing to pay Lin knew that nothing was too great a risk….

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A Cornucopia of Crap or I’ve Had One of THOSE Days

28 Aug

Let me start of with a warning for all my gentle readers.  I’m cranky today…I have a list of things I want to complain about, whine about & generally rant about so I’m going to vent my spleen here for a bit.  Feel free to tell me to piss off or add your own list of irritations in the comments section.  A special note to all the men out there…this may include but is not limited to complaints about the following: my hair, my skin, “that” time of the month, how my clothes fit–especially my jeans, how much bras piss me off & more “wimmin’s stuff”.  If you feel you hear too much of this at your house then I say *blows raspberry* “Jog On”.

Now to business–first let me just say “Thanks body” for deciding to start my day off with cramps & all the other fun stuff…it was just what my Friday morning needed.  My day wasn’t complete until then so good job & keep up the good work.  Not to mention I was in a decent mood…woke up on time, got ready (even had the perfect outfit already in mind) & was out the door for work when I was supposed to be.

Oh yeah, work…let’s see it was a balmy 55 here today with no sun, wind & rain.  So of course it makes sense that the air conditioner ran all day long (I’m not even close to joking about this).  I was prepared though…I wore a long sleeve shirt (new, lovely dark orange color with a cool design) with a shirt underneath, blue jeans & sandals (it’s still August people I can’t wear my wool socks every day…I have a great pedicure right now).  I did get to try out my new heated footrest…AWESOME.  I will be very happy to have that to heat my tootsies when winter comes.  But back to the air conditioning…it ran all day.  It was like sitting in a meat locker.  Lunch time finally arrived so I headed home where I got the fun task of trying to determine why we have no cell phone service.

Of course finding out why I had no service required a call to Sprint…now Sprint & I have an understanding–I use their network ‘cuz it works here, I have a great plan & they don’t charge me too outrageously & in exchange I don’t ever have to deal with their customer service.  So today I dialed *2 on my phone expecting to get Sprint’s customer nowyou’reinhell&we’lldoourbestnottosolvetheproblem service line.  Wrong–I got Verizon instead.  They were very polite in telling me they couldn’t assist me with my problem.  I said I understood & hung up. I then dialed Sprint’s customer service directly…this got me to a young lady who proceeded to tell me she couldn’t hear me (DUH! I have like no bars which is why I’m calling) and get very snotty when I asked her to repeat a question a couple times.  When I answered the question & she aske me to repeat the answer 10 times I got shouty.  I’m standing in the middle of my driveway with the speaker phone on trying to get some signal & shouting at the phone.  She finally transferred me to some “dude” with tech support.  Ha! he couldn’t provide athletic support the dumb jockstrap… after explaining my dilemma I asked what he could do to help.  He responded by saying that I was in a no coverage area & there was nothing he could do.  With the patience of St Christopher & using the vocabulary of a kindergarten teacher I explained once more how I had service yesterday (and 3 preceeding years) but when I woke up this morning there was no service.  The guy asked if I was in the same place as yesterday…Holy grief!  I had already told him at least 3 times that I was at my house…and since my house didn’t grow legs & walk someplace in the middle of the night there was no reason why I should be in a no coverage area.  We went around in this same mind-numbing circle another 600 times…then he tried to sell me a signal booster (Upfront cost of $100 with a monthly cost of $10/line).  That took me from shouty to stabby…finally he transferred me to the Level 2 tech support.  There a lovely woman helped me in finding the problem.  During the previous night’s thunderstorm a tower had gone down & wasn’t working.  She very nicely & quickly set up a ticket for the outage & offered to text me the number so I had a reference should I need to call back.  In a matter of 5 minutes I was off the phone secure in the knowledge that Sprint has 1 competent person working there.

Of course I didn’t get to eat lunch (no big deal as I’m on the outs with food which means I’m back on speaking terms with my bathroom scale.  I haven’t spoken to the scale in 3 years! Yesterday in a fit of insanity I stepped on & was rather happy to see how low the number was.  I then went to the WiiFit for confirmation.  WiiFit gave me a much higher number so I’m not speaking to it for a while.) & barely made it back to the meat storage office on time.  My afternoon was filled with the thousand details that make up my job…all of them tedious & dull.  Of course that didn’t last long as one co-worker managed to find a rogue anti-spyware program that quickly installed itself & changed the registry so that removal requires Herculean feats of strength (hmmm….feats of strength…too bad I didn’t get a Festivus miracle).  Absolutely not blaming this on the co-worker.  She didn’t stand a chance since this damn thing got past the firewall, the anti-virus (which it disabled) and the anti-allkindsofnastycrap program that we keep faithfully up-to-date.  I’ll probably go in on the weekend to finish fixing that wonderful bit of heaven.

Oh and before I forget–why can’t I have hair that looks good?  It can look great but the second I step out of my bathroom it freaks out & looks like I did it with a fork.  I won’t even go into the fact that I had better skin at age 16 than I do now…and as for my jeans well I’ve got no complaints there right now.  Of course that’s ‘cuz I’m down nearly 3 sizes (woo hoo for the no eating ‘cuz my gallbladder hates me).

Well that about wraps up my ranting for the day…thankfully the vicodin I took for my cramps finally kicked in so I might be able to sleep (after I take my other med which is seriously messing with me…the other night I dreamed I was living in the 16th century, I was locked up in a dungeon (not the cool fun kind either) and someone had taken my baby, cooked it in a pie & tried to feed it to me.  Let me tell you that will wake you bolt upright in bed at 3am.)  *le sigh* As I said earlier…feel free to comiserate with me.  I love ya readers & will be posting something that’s hopefully more fun very soon. Suggestions are welcome.

 
 

The One Where I Go to the Hospital–Final Chapter?

23 Aug

When last we were together our heroine was cruising along on a cocktail of pain meds & sedation drugs.  Snowmen were being annihilated by her ever efficient flicks (‘cuz let’s face it snowmen are creepy…with their hollow black eyes & that inane empty smile).

Meanwhile the doctors were still stumped as to what was causing all the pain.  After a battery of tests (all of which came back normal–see it’s a medically proven fact that I’m normal) and no answers I was more than a little upset.  Not to mention that nobody bothered to tell me what the test results were.  One of my nurses was super great (all of them were so nice to me) and filled me in on the parts she knew so I had the barebones idea that nothing big was showing up in the test results.  Since there didn’t seem to be any answers the doctors (I had 2 surgeons, an internist, a gastroenterologist, an ob/gyn & her med student and a general physician) came by my room every day to see how I was feeling.  This mostly consisted of asking how I was feeling (horrible & in pain) & then probing & pushing down on my right side asking if it hurt (Of course if bloody well hurts…holy grief that’s why I came into the ER in the first place.  The dull aching pain from my rib cage to my hip coupled with the sharp stabbing pains in the area of the rib cage).

What did they think I was going to change my mind?  Did it look like I was having fun?? Okay, I’ll admit that for the first 15-30 minutes after getting a brand new dose of Dilaudid I was pretty happy.  Seriously with that stuff you could do whatever you wanted to me & I wouldn’t have objected….well I might have objected but probably not very hard.  In any case Thursday was a day of waiting.  I was waiting for the second surgeon to look over my charts & then visit me.  It never happened.  I spent the day drifting in and out of consciousness….I was so tired!  Abe sat with me and when I was awake we talked, watched some telly & played on the interwebz.  I was feeling pretty dejected by the time Abe left on Thursday night.  We talked it over & agreed that if something wasn’t decided by Friday that I was checking out & going home.

Friday dawned with me in a stupor.  A week of fitful sleep & much poking by nurses, aides & doctors left much to be desired.  We waited all day for the second surgeon to come visit.  In fact we waited most of the day for the general physician to visit.  By the time they both showed up I was in probably the worst pain I’d had all week.  Still they both examined me (by that I mean asked how I felt & then poked me where it hurt) & then decided that since there was no solid conclusion to why I was in pain etc that they would send me home with some prescriptions.  So on Friday evening the nurse gave me an extra dose of pain meds, removed the IV & wheeled me down to the entrance.  I had just spent 5 days in the hospital (without insurance) and the only thing I had to show for it was a hospital bill that I’m terrified of getting in the mail.

Thus ends the tale of my week in hospital.  Putting the events to screen here makes me even more aware of how irritated I am that I have no answers.  While the doctors did acknowledge that maybe my gallbladder isn’t functioning as well as it should they still don’t believe it’s causing the problems I’ve described.  So I’m doing the best I can with what I know.  I’m careful to eat very little & very specific kinds of food…like I can have lean meat (which I try to stick to anyway) or a chicken breast, I can eat Cheerios.  I do know that if I cut out all the fat in my diet that I’m just as likely to have a gallbladder attack as I would if I ate a pound of bacon.  The research I’ve been doing says that even with surgery I only have a 60% chance of feeling better.  HA! No thanks, I think I’ll try something else first.  I don’t mind changing my diet more…it’s something I need to do anyway.  What I do mind is the idea of never enjoying food again…so I’m being more careful but allowing for little indulgences.  I’m searching out alternative medicine such as acupuncture & acupressure along with stuff I may not have discovered yet.  Modern medicine seems to be more about treating the symptoms (my pain) than eliminating the cause of it.  Not to mention the cost of modern medicine.  I’m not saying that doctors shouldn’t be paid well.  I am saying that it’s beyond outrageous that a consultation with an ob/gyn that lasts less than 20 minutes should not cost $245.  Seriously, that’s the one bill I already received….she spoke to me for less than 20 minutes & worked in a quick pelvic exam while she was at it & for that she gets $245.  I’m not including the cost of any tests (mostly because she didn’t give me any) or lab work.

An side note to the hospital stay…I wish someone would have told me that I would feel like grim death after I left.  It doesn’t seem right that I felt even worse when I left than when I went in.  Saturday I did nothing but sleep with the odd trip to the bathroom thrown in.  It took every ounce of strength I possessed to walk the 15 feet from my side of the bed to the bathroom & back.  Sunday wasn’t much of an improvement… I slept through my nephews 4th birthday party.  I’m feeling more like myself now…still with the pain but I choose to ignore it the best I can.  What the future holds is anybody’s guess…right now I’m trying to get out & enjoy what’s left of my summer.

 
 
 
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