A Method to my Maddness!

So last night, I had over for dinner, one of my DD's girlfriend's and her boy friend. I would never bring this point up, but I feel I need to because of some of the hardships that DD's girlfriend, AND b/f have been going through. She is white, he is not. I cannot believe in this day, and age that we (as a community, country) still fight this battle.

I KNOW that DD's g/f is having a rough time with all of the bigotry. I REALLY don't even get it. Not in this day. Sadly it is still here. REALLY?! REALLY?!

So, I had invited DD's friend over for dinner, including her b/f.  The main reason is because I love them, and care about them.  The other motive, was to encourage the b/f (who works at Mc Donalds) not to be ashamed, or discouraged in his job. How? You ask?

I must say first, that anyone who has a job anywhere...GOOD FOR YOU!! Never be ashamed of what you do, as long as you are working.

I will tell you. My husband, my awesome hubby, at the same age as the girl's  b/f  actually lived in his car for a bit. He also flopped on a friend's couch now, and then.  He is now a CIO.

I too have had to lean on my friends in the past. Sadly, I was much older. I so appreciated the help.

Anyhow, the point of the dinner....aside from good food, was to encourage the girl's b/f,  and let him know Mc Donnalds is ok.  God Bless him for working and having a job.  God bless him for trying to move forward.

I don't think he has EVER had a whole lot of support in the past. He needs to know that he is JUST fine.

I KNOW these kids will do AMAZING things!

I guess this is all very important to me! I have a voice, I have a blog. I have a platform to say what I think, and feel.

If just one person reads this, my job is done!

How Do You Mourn Someone That Is Still Alive?

OK so this is a REALLY hard one. It is also a "white board" topic.

I am  not sure where this entry will take me. I am also not sure if I am ready for this. I am going to try.

My Dad, my father was awesome. He was hard ( when he had to be) , he was soft ( when he knew needed to be).

My Dad....mostly made me laugh...I could get away with saying bad  words.  What? you ask? For example, I may have been 13 or so.... Mom had gotten all of this cow meaner. We were in the garden, busting open the bags..... I was SO not into the job. I said out loud, "Why do I have do deal with the composted cow SHIT"? Dad laughed....Mom, did not.  Mom yelled at dad for encouraging such behavior.  I  KNEW, I had mom's goat. So I repeated, "Cow SHIT", many times.

Dad  laughed, mom did not. After all, a "lady" does not speak that way.

My dad raised a tom-boy....I would not have it any other way. I could not wait to be able to ride the mower, instead of push it around the trees.

I went golfing with my dad and my brothers...I was MUCH younger. My dad gave me one of his clubs. There was a 3 par golf course not far from our summer home.  I guess I was probably hyper active. Dad said, " Run up and hit your ball"...he said that over, and over again.

I went so often golfing with them that dad, eventually bought me a Jr. set of clubs. It was so cool for me.

I continue to write as tears stream across my face.

Dad, and I had a weekly Wednesday fishing trip. It started when I was about 14 until college. We would get sandwich fixins', and sodas. I could work ski's, and down riggers better than anyone.

He sold the boat after my freshman year in college. That was hard to take. See past entries.

My dad is great. I love him so much.

How do you handle a parent that is still physically here, but mentally NOT?!

Dad and I would speak quite often the last several years (10 or so
) Sometimes, maybe 3 times a week.

He was diagnosed with Alzheimer's probably over 6 years now. He refused to admit he had it for almost 2 years.

Our calls continued for a year or so...I begged him to take meds. Anytime that I brought up the subject, he would just hang up on me.

I am not sure that dad even knows who I am anymore. I know he knows he has children, and their names.

I called home a couple of weeks ago. I called to say I was layed off my job. My Brother answered. (Thank God he is there to help), I spoke briefly to him, but he had to go and pick up his g/f from work.

I then talked to Dad. I told him I was, a bit blue. I told him I lost my job.  He sounded mostly normal. He then offered the advice to me...."That I should find a good man". My heart sank. This was no longer my father. This was no longer my pillar. I responded, " DAD...Remember DH"? 

I learned that dad is REALLY no longer there.

So my question is...."How do we mourn the living"?

Whisper?

It has been a bit of a rough day. I  MAY be hormonal...or crabby, eh you pick. I was just on the way up to bed.

My bird, my bird I love, my blue and gold macaw, who has been screaming his head off all day. For those of you that don't have birds....It is like FOREVER having a 2 or 3 year old. All day he was in and out of his cage. He is mostly out when I am home.  Yet Screaming all day.

Funny thing is now I sit a room away and he is whispering his name "Oscar, Oscar" very quietly. Then a whisper of, "mama, mama" followed by...a whisper of..."kiss...give me a kiss...(then kissing sound), then "mama , kiss, give me a kiss".

All I am gonna say is....It is really hard to go to bed in a bad mood after that....

That is all I have to say for now.

Army, Marines, Air Force...OH MY!!!!

In the last month, my DS, and us have been talking to recruiters. Army was first. The Marines were just this past Saturday.

I am fairly certain at this point in his last portion of his Jr. year in high school that he will choose a branch of the military. I am so torn about his choice. I feel that in MANY ways the military will be good for him. Why, you ask? I will tell you. I think he needs some strict discipline. I think that kind of experience, would make him grow as a person. I think that it is a good choice for him because he is not exactly sure of what he wants to do (career wise) after high school.  Those are all very good reasons.

Here is what IS SO hard as a mom...and you mothers, wives, etc of those close to you in the military....IT is so hard to even picture a child having to go into a danger zone...in any country.

All of that being said, we have told the boy that ultimately, it is HIS choice.  He is going to PT with the Marines today. I am also very proud of him to weigh all of his options. This is a odd change for me, because in the past my DS's thought process was very impulsive. It makes me happy that he stated, that he still wants to talk to both the Army, and Marine recruiter a number of more times, AND that he is going to talk to other kids in PT to get their point of view.

Although, I, and his step dad were at the Marine meeting on Sat...we just sat back and watched the process. It was interesting, but REALLY hard for me to let him speak for himself.

I will back him no matter what he chooses. I am impressed with my DS, to take responsibility for his future, and for him to really put it through a thought process.

Sometimes crying is OK.

I hunkered down yesterday. I took the day to cry. I needed that day.

I am not even sure where I am going with this blog entry. I just don't know. I still feel like I wanna cry more, I just don't feel I can.

I feel blessed to have impacted live of those that felt not blessed.  I feel torn on how to address my children's relationship with their father, and mother.

I feel so disappointed that I am not working in a job I loved.

The most important thing is that I stop crying. I put one foot in front of the other, and walk through everyday as Christ wants me to.

I am not gonna lie, some days it so sucks....(yes mom I said Sucks), but some days are pretty cool.

Like playing HORSE w/my boy in the garage, and going for lunch w/ my girl.

Those are the important things. Those are the MOST important things ALWAYS!.

Time Off?!

Ug...the job search continues. I must say that I am glad to be home to make dinner.  I am just waiting for the cleaning instinct to kick in. Don't get me wrong MOST of my house is pretty much immaculate, except the master bathroom (http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-master-bathroom.html), the upstairs hallway floor that we tore the carpet off of in hopes of replacing it with wood. Sadly we have college to help pay for, and, and , and. Hence no floors yet.

I wonder what is the best thing for today? What is the best use of my time? I had been working so much that I haven't done the closet cleaning. I have been only maintaining the house..barely. Sometimes I wonder what is my purpose in life? Why is life so frustrating at sometimes? Sometimes I get pretty down.

Now here is what is cool. My DH, and I have been able to make a major impact on a child (the 21 year old we "adopted"). He is excelling. Don't get me wrong, he has rules...many rules. Apply for jobs every day, get a haircut, and household chores.

He did all of that, and I am very proud of him for it. Within 3 weeks he had a full time job...A job that was a mile away from DH, so they can commute together.  He got his job about the same day I lost mine.


Even in my stress of not having a job,I am proud, and happy to have a positive influence on a life as we have. Something so simple as "family dinner" was a foreign concept to him. I think family dinner is SOOOOO important.

So what is the plan? Sadly, I am so don't deal with surrender so well. I try. I know, I suck at it. I don't know the plan. I do know that I will do what ever I can to help the people that need help.

Sometimes I wonder when my help will come.

A Poem from Bonus Son # 2

The Bond


A special world for you and me.

A special bond one cannot see.

It wraps us up in its cocoon.

And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold.

Gently nestling us to the fold.

Like silken thread it holds us fast.

Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break.

A new one forms in its wake.

To bind us closer and keep us strong.

In a special world, where we belong .


BY: Shaine Lamb



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The "Sports" Physical

So, DS is playing tennis this year, as he has the last couple of years. As sports parents know we need to deal with the dreaded annual physical.

I made an appointment with the local clinic in Waterford. I figured it's a sports physical no need to drive any further than I need to. (He had been going to a Dr. about 30 miles away previously).

So when I called to make the appointment, I stated that is was a high school sports physical. The receptionist asked, if I wanted a male or female. I said, "Ahhh...well...will he have to do the turned your head and cough thing"? I was put on hold, while the receptionist went to ask. Her reply was, "No". I thought, "OK, first possible appointment".  Which was with the PA, who is a woman.

Now, I am thinking...humm I have had both the girl, and boy in sports in the past, but it dawned on me that I had no form to take to the Dr. Boy's by nature are so disorganized.

I arrived at the school to pay the sport's fee, grab the form, and take the boy to the Dr.

I explained to the boy, about my choice of a female that would examine him. I told him that I had asked the turn your head and cough question. I told him he would see a woman. He did let me know on the way to the Dr. he would prefer a woman to a man in that case. I told him I did investigate, and I was told that was not part of the physical. I said, "Noted in the future".

We pull in to the Dr. I sign in. I had to change DS phone number, and address to ours. The last address was his father's. In fact, DS's step-mom told me that the clinic called her to remind her of the appointment. I had told them that I had made the appointment. I felt weird. Weird because she was telling me, weird, because she felt the need to let me know. Eh, maybe my own issue.

OK, now let's move on. So DS is trying to fill out the family health form. I felt a bit bad. He seemed committed to do it himself, I let him go. I was asked questions, very often. Mom, what is this? Mom, what about your family?, Mom, what about Dad, and his family? Mom, what about my brothers"? I did help him with the ages of his brothers....it took us a sec or two, but we got it.

We got in to the exam room. It was fine. I told him, more than once, that there are NEVER some people u lie to. 1, doctor, 2 lawyer.

We delt with the initial interview.He was honest about smoking, and we are working on it. Fine, reasonable. Then the PA asked DS to change into a gown. Now mind you, this kid's phone is blowing up...he is waiting to go play tennis. DS shot me a look. I will say this is what the look said."REALLY MOM, REALLY....WTF", So I asked, "Do ya want me to step out"?, He said, "No, I got my boxers on". I will say that I love my gays, but, the boy's response was, "This is the gayest ever"!

So the whole thing I told the kid is tossed out the window. We thought we were in, then out done. NOT.

Oh it gets worse. So then, she checks his lungs, heart, asked him to stand.....and OMG as a mom, so sorry hon....pulled his gown...I could not see, but balls were involved.

My DS shot me a look.  All I could do is shoot him one back..."Sorry"?

We lived. We are fine.

Just saying. UG

Snap out of it ALREADY!!!!

I have been trying my best to put one foot in front of the other. I am SO trying to be positive. I have been praying a ton.

Why do I feel so defeated? I try to wake up every day and be positive. I try my hardest.

I would like anyone to give me some advice.  Any help. I will take any advice.

Grateful...a list!!!

Ya know, I had an agenda of things to talk about. Some really hard, and sad. As I look back at my blog the last couple of weeks, I just think YUCK. So depressing!!! So I will put those topics on hold for a future date.

I am trying to think of something positive to write about. So because I am also not feeling all that creative, I am sorry, a list will have to do.

This is my grateful list: (in no particular order)

1. I am grateful to have found a job I really love, and a field that I want to expand in.
2. I am grateful to have healthy children, and only hope that our relationships will grow.
3. I am so very grateful for my husband, he is quite an amazing man.
4. I am grateful for my faith in GOD.
5. I am grateful for my family, as crazy as they all are sometimes (me included) that we REALLY love each other.
6.I am grateful for the ability to help others when ever I can.
7. I am grateful on some days just to hold some one's hand.
8. I am grateful for my critters, they know when I feel sad, and make me laugh.
9. I am grateful for nature, which I enjoyed during a walk with the critters yesterday.
10. I am grateful for me, I have come a long way.

I could go on, and on.

I AM GRATEFUL!!!!

Sometimes I forget how blessed and grateful I am. Sometimes a list helps me remember.

Looking for a Job AGAIN!!!

So earlier this week, I lost my job at the hospital that I was working for. It was a job I loved, a job that made me happy. The reason does not really matter, and I prefer not to discuss it to hold onto both my, and the hospital's integrate, for possibly having a position with them in the future.

All that being said, I am frustrated. I am back hunting for work. The good news is that greenhouse season is just around the corner, so I know I will be employed from May-July. I am pretty blue about the whole thing, but I will survive. This too shall pass.

On the good side of my recent free time is that I got to play HORSE with my son yesterday after school. That was great fun, I enjoy those moments. I also get a chance to catch up on cleaning my home. I also get to make meals for my family, which I always felt bad about missing on second shift.

I do pray, and hope for another job in my field soon. I will however, not wallow in frustration, but enjoy my free time. I will make the most of it.

I think I am done for now.

Just Pray for Me!

Sometimes life gets pretty rough. I get that. Sometimes, life gets too difficult for you/me to handle...and then I look to God. This is one of those times.

This last week has tried my last nerve. So much to the point that all I can do is surrender. That is hard for me, so very hard. I have been trying to put one foot in front of the other, and smile to those I encounter every day, as well as my family. I just don't know how much longer I can do that. I am at the end of my rope...and I am tying a knot.

Please don't be alarmed...I can tie a knot and swing for a long time, I have done it in the past. However, this is my blog, and I can say what I want, or how I feel.

I feel so frustrated, in so many ways...mostly about myself.

I need some prayer. I need to send my problems to God...I need to turn them over. I so suck at that.  I am trying to improve.

Give me prayer for surrender, for peace, for understanding, for perseverance. I would so appreciate that.

I think that is all I have to say for now.

Sometimes All We Can Do is Hold a Hand

It was Thursday.  I was scheduled to work only a 4 hour shift, which is a bit annoying to drive 40 miles to work 4 hours. What made it even more annoying is that I had to deal with the psycho woman the day before...read the post before this one to catch up.

His name was Rick. I know I don't usually use names, but this is one time I will. He deserves to be remembered.  His name was Rick, and he was brought into the ER.  Rick was an alcoholic, in the very last stages of the disease. This fucking disease. Rick was alone, no family by his side.  There was no death tray of cookies, and coffee delivered to his room. There was no death tray, because there was no family, or friends to deliver it to.

I know why I went to work on Thursday. I went there because Rick needed someone to hold his hand. I initially went to draw his blood.  I saw the condition he was in, I also saw no one else there except a nurse in the room. Nurses in an ER room around the clock is never  a good sign. His body was shaking uncontrollably, his eyes could barely focus, his breathing was labored.

It was a rather slow night on Thursday. I kept going back to Rick's room. I held his hand, and stroked his head. His eyes would lock onto mine every so often. He KNEW someone was there. His shaking seemed to steady, but only a bit when I held his hand. He KNEW someone was there.

I feel like I should have stayed until the end. I didn't. I went home. I cried all the way home, and most of the next day. This man...this shell of a man, was some one's child, possibly some one's husband, and father. A man now so very alone.

I wonder, if his disease was cancer, or diabetes....would he have died alone? Would there have been a death tray of coffee, and cookies.

I wish I would have stayed.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!

The following is a report I had to write on Wednesday. Why you ask?  Because a  student nurse had no clue on how a hospital actually works. It was a crappy day at work. I needed to share this story with you all so I can move on to the next entry.




To whom it may concern,


On March 9th 2011, at approximately, 9:30am, until approximately 10:00am, I was in patient XXXXXXX’s room trying to draw blood.

This patient had refused a draw earlier in the day.

I entered the room with a knock on the door, followed by a, greeting…”Hi, it’s Ann from the lab, you doctor ordered some blood tests for you, do you mind if I take your blood”. XXXXX’s response was, “Fuck you bitch…I hate you all…all of you women are awful”. I said, “OK, you know that it is important to get your blood so your doctor can know what is happening in your body”. XXXXX, responded with, “Fuck you”!

I continued to try and reason with the patient. I asked if I could just take a look at her arm, and that I would not draw unless I felt comfortable with the vein. The patient continued to be verbally abusive, and combative.

The patient was sitting in a chair next to the bed. I was sitting on the chair stool/foot rest to her left side. When I realized the patient was VERY combative, I leaned over to push the nurse call button, which was on the side of the bed. When I went to push the button, the patient…Was yelling at me” Don’t call the nurse”!!! The patient also hit me, and bit my right shoulder.

A nurse that was not the patient’s nurse walked by to see what was going on. I explained that I needed help to draw the patient. The nurse told me that she was not that patients nurse, but she would find her for me.

The patient’s nurse did come in with in about 2 mins. The nurse tried to reason with the patient, just as I had. The patient told the nurse that her right arm could not be drawn, (even though there was no band to indicate that the arm could not be drawn from). While the nurse was there, I tried to explain once again to the patient, that we needed to get the blood to help her get better. In front of the nurse the patient, continued to swear at me.



I attempted to put the tourniquet on the patient’s left arm, the patient fought me and stated, she did not want a draw on the bend of her arm.(I assumed she meant the AC, Basillic, or Cephalic, areas).

The patient then pointed to a place in her wrist, where there was no vein. She told me I had to draw it from there. Both the nurse and I tried to explain that it was not possible to draw blood there.

There was a vein on her medial wrist that I could draw from, but the patient’s watch and ID band made it difficult. I and the nurse tried to get the patient to remove her watch so that I could draw her.

XXXXXX, then again became verbally abusive to myself, and her nurse. The nurse asked XXXXXX if she could hold her watch, or if we could put it on the other wrist. XXXXXX said, “NO! it was her dead brother’s watch and it was not being taken off”!!!!

I then tried to slide the watch up to access the vein. XXXXX, then hit me again with her free hand. The nurse then held her free hand, so I could try and draw the blood. XXXXXX then tried to bite the nurse.

I asked the nurse if there was anyone else that could help. She said no, the other nurses were busy. I then asked if there was a student available.

Moments later a nursing student came into the room. I instructed her on how to hold the patient’s arm. I placed one of the student nurses hands on the left bicep of the patient, and her other hand on the patient’s wrist. I asked the student nurse to hold the arm still. I also told the student nurse that her grip must be firm.

I did get blood from the patient’s arm, but lost connection because the student nurse did not hold the arm firm. I attempted a second time, and was successful again, but the patient pulled away.


I did say to the patient at that point, “You really need to stop behaving like a baby”.

The patient continued to be verbally abusive. I released the tourniquet, and gave myself a time out. I walked out of the room. I also spoke briefly to the nurse that I had initially spoken with that was not the patient’s nurse. She said, she understood, and that she was a difficult patient. After approximately 90 seconds, I returned to the room. I spoke to the patient sternly. I explained that her behavior was not acceptable. I asked her one last time if she was going to allow me to draw her blood.

At this point I was alone with the patient. The patient then said, “Ok fucking do it already”.

I drew the patient in the wrist. The patient was more docile at that point. All tubes were drawn.

I found out when I got back to the lab, that the same patient was so abusive to another Phlebotomist, that she was shaken for 2 hours after her attempt of drawing XXXXx’s blood.

A day of, " The Best Of Humans' So Far"

I am so hoping to make it through all day at work. I am feeling much better, not 100%, but I don't think my body will shut me down today.

I am going to link some of, "The Best of Humans so Far".

Please enjoy the links. If you are new to the blog, it may give you a feel for it. If you are not, maybe you need to hear something posted today, or maybe I needed to re-read something posted today.

Either way, I need to get my butt going b/c I still need to color my hair, and get to work.

In no particular order....because if there was aparticular order...well, it just would not be me.

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-was-perfect-chaos-to-his-order.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/08/moms-poem-via-great-mom-and-good-friend.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-small-step-for-ann-one-large-step.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/10/toss-is-all-back-to-christ-and-god.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/10/fishing.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/10/slamming-down-patient.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/10/brooklyn-central-booking.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/11/forgive.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-idea-that-i-could-make-such.html

http://trying2getit.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html00000000

The Puke Bucket, Dr. Jackass

Ok so the last several days...weeks. I have had the stomach flu/virus...got over it, to have the UTI (bladder) infection, followed by another really awful stomach flu.

I hate, hate to call in sick for work. I had to call in a day about a month ago when the first virus hit. I worked through the UTI infection. I finished my antibiotic for the UTI on Thurs, but still did not feel quite right. I figured I'd give it the weekend, and some more cranberry juice, and on Monday(my day off) I would get my pee checked again. Unfortunately, my body had a different plan. I started feeling pretty crappy mid-way through my shift on Sat. I got home at about 11:30pm as I walked in to the bed room told hubby I felt like crap...I did not pass go, and headed straight for the head...need I say more?

The puking continued through the night. I thought, "I don't have to work until 2:00pm...if I just sleep until right before work I will be able to rest and stick it out". I did go to work, on time...with a great hope I would just make it 8 hours. It was rough, but the 1st hour went OK, I thought..".maybe I just need to keep moving. If I move I can work it out of my system". The second hour was worse, but I was still gonna try and power through it. AND then, I was to be in the ER. "OK", I thought, "I love the ER, I love the madness, it will take my mind of the fact that I soooo need to puke, and go to bed". I with my cart loaded, headed down to the ER with determination, I got 50 feet, and my body said, "SIT YOUR ASS DOWN'! I felt faint, I turned my cart around, got back to the lab, and had to admit defeat to my dispatcher. I hated to say I had to go home.

I went home. I crawled into bed. I requested the puke bucket from my hubby, because sadly, even at 41 the 20 feet to the master bathroom toilet was too far.I felt like, what, " Am I like 10yrs old with the puke bucket?  I slept, puked, sweated, and repeat, the rest of Sunday night, and ALL day Monday (I was off on Monday), into Tuesday. I had to work on Tues at 2:00pm. I felt weak, but a bit better. I took a shower, then rested, got dressed, then rested. Then when to work. I guess I felt better at home, because I really hadn't moved all that much. Hey, Guess what? Apparently laying in bed is easier than running around a hospital...DUH!!! I think I made it almost 45mins at work. I was so weak, and so stupid for having gone to work. I was up on the floors doing draws, I could barely focus. It was the point where I the sounds got less, my vision went away, and the sweat started pouring off my face. At that moment, I new I was going down. I was like, "God PLEASE just help me get back to the lab". It was 2 elevator rides, and a walk away...It would usually take 5 mins...it seemed like an eternity, just to say conscience. I swiped my badge to get into the lab..."SAFE" I thought, although I could barely breath enough to explain how sick I really was.

I spoke to my boss, she said to,  "GO HOME!!!" She had my girl scout cookies for me, and I was thinking crap I don't think I have change. I panted, "Do you have change for a $20.00"? She was like, "Just go home, I am not worried that you will pay me". The ride home was rough. I felt the same when I pulled into the garage, as I did when I got back to the lab..."SAFE"!!!

Back in bed. I thought, I sent the kids to the store to get me Gatorade. I tried to drink it in small sips..nada, my throne awaited. I was scheduled to work the next day. I sadly, defeated, called in many hours before my shift.  I went to my local Urgent Care. I probably should have just checked myself into my own ER on Tuesday, but I just wanted to get home, and go to bed. Eh, hindsight...right.

SO, I finally decide, this frickin virus needs help. I go to my local Urgent Care, which is like 3 miles away, and try to get help. Now, I know what I need is, IV fluid, and anti-nausea meds, and to check on the stupid UTI issue.  The nurse was great. I explained to her that I have pretty much felt like crap for a month, I know what is wrong..blah, blah. blah...she gets it. I also told her that I had just completed a antibiotic course for the UTI, but was not sure it was gone. So we also did a urine test.

SO Dr. Dick shows up, all full of attitude, not sure if it is because he is stuck in the Waterford small office, or WTF his issue is. I have said in my blog that I won't use names, I almost might in this case. If  you live near me, ask me, and I will share.

So Dr. Dick, examines me, and comments..."WELL...it's a virus...all I can do for you is give you IV fluids, and anti-nausea meds". "GREAT...sign me up..that is what I need"!  I proceeded to ask about the UTI. Jackass  said, "Well your urine looked fine". No it didn't. Duh I work in a lab. He then asked me why I thought my UTI was not gone. He said, "Do you have pain"? I said, "Yes, Everwhere"! He said, "Does it burn when you pee"? I said, "NO"! He said, "Why then do you think you still have a UTI"? At this point, if I would have had the stregnth, I would have slapped the 28yr old working in Waterford Jackass with a MD.

My response was this, " Well Dr. I am 41 year old woman, I have had 2 children, and lived through more than enough illness. As a women, we KNOW, when we have a UTI...pretty much from the first moment. We also know what it takes to fix it. ANTIBIOTICS, and sometimes more than one course. So, this Doogie Houser, comes back to me long about the point of my last bag, of IV fluids is done,and says..."Well,..it does appear that you do have some "issues" going on with your UTI".  I said," OK, what"? Well, he said, " You do have White Blood Cells in there". Just so those of you who don't know, there should NEVER be any of those. I asked to see the rest of the report, he held it close to his chest.

He said, "WElllll....maybe you might want to do another antibiotic, BUT...you don't have to" He actually, tried to convience me that it might be bad for my body to do another antibiotic. NOW, I totally, agree that for the common cold, and viruses, that you  can only  treat them ( like the IV fluid, and anti-nausea), BUT when it is bacterial...your body cannot fix that alone. So NOW this jack ass, who has been nothing but an ass to me is lying to me to try and cover his ass, for being an ass and not listenting in the first place...PLEASE. I said, give me the antibiotic,and I will be on my way.

Oh wait, it gets better. SO, clearly,although I had gotten some fluids, and don't feel the need to puck at the moment, I also have had not much sleep. I dropped off the RX at our VERY recently opened Walgreens in Waterford (glad for that), I got home to were hubby was. He, had asked  me eariler if I wanted him to meet me at Urgent Care. I told him no.  I thought there was no point..So he went home, and got dinner. So, when I got home, I  asked him if he could go get my RX in a bit he said, "Of course". He asked, what the Dr perscribed. I told him, "bactrum...I think". My DH is like you are so allergic to that...WTF. I said, "IDK I know it is my file, I felt so crappy I really didn't look". So the Jag of Dr. on top of being a major jackass, did not even bother to look at my file. I know that it was my responsibility to look at what he perscribed, but when  you are sick ya just want to feel better, and trust those that have your medical files on hand.

Thank God for Hubby, I was able to call the Urgent Care, and the corrected the antibiotic.

Sometimes, it so hard to admit defeat.....But sometimes better to retreat, and later fight again.