When my Grandson, Wyatt, age 7, came back from Lava Hot Springs and he picked up a rock there thinking it was a meteor rock. He was going to sell it for $10,000. He was going to pay his little brother, Dean, age 4, $10.00 if he screamed into the street, "Meteor rock for $10,000" and he sold it. So after his mother and I laughed about it, I told her that if he didn't sell it by the time I saw him again, which could be several weeks, I would offer him $20 for it. Shortly thereafter he called me and said in his very jumbled up kid talk, I'll sell it to you for $30, I thought didn't that go up, then in the same conversation he said "I'll sell it to you for $40." This seemed strange the price was going up not down.
The next day I just happen to have to go down to their house, and when I got there, there were two signs, one on the mailbox and one on a landscape rock stating, "$10,000,000 (he thought it was $10,000) for meteor rock." So immediately he pounced on me, did you see my rock, I told him no, he said it was right in front of the sign. So Gary and I went out and there was a small little rock in front of the sign about 3" in diameter. We had to laugh. So after lunch I told his mom that I was going to teach Wyatt how to bard er so she needed to help him.
He said "Grandma I will sell you that special meteor rock for $60." I laughed, and said "Wyatt the price isn't suppose to go up, but go down. So we went back and forth and finally Grandma paid $35 with the agreement $7 went to his little brother.
Last night I got stuck in traffic for two hours which would have normally taken 45 minutes. You could say I wasn't happy. So for entertainment purposes I called my daughter and she was right in the middle of screaming at the kids and making dinner, so I told her I would talk to her later. A few minutes later, my oldest grandson which is soon to be 7, called me and he said Grandma are you going to have to pee in the car and get no food tonight. Which I figured out his mom told him I was stuck in the car in traffic. I about peed my pants just thinking about what he said.
We had a nice entertaining talk when I told him I needed to go and would talk to him later, I got another phone call from my youngest grandson of that family, Dean, age 4, obviously jilted from not talking to his grandma and he asked where we were going on our trip this week. I said "to Ide-ho, Ide-ho, Ide-ho (aka Idaho). I said "do you want to go," he said "nope I've already been there." I said "really when," he said, "I went to Lava Hot Springs, Idaho." I thought I guess that means he will never have to go back to that state again. I asked him what is Idaho famous for. He didn't know. I told him he eats them everyday. So finally I told him it was the Ide-ho potato. He said really. I said do you know there are gold in those potatoes, he said really. I told him that per ca pita (now really do they know what per ca pita is, not) Idaho has the richest people in the United States because of the Ide-ho potato. I told him there is gold in those brown things.
So now they think meteors only hit the State of Idaho and there is gold in their potatoes.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Grandkids - they say the darndest things
My oldest grandchild had asked me in the past, "Grandma, how come you can't eat bread and rolls." Of couse I have tried to explain it like Grandmas do. But he had some friends over and he told his friends within earshot of his mom, "My Grandma can't eat wheat because she was stung by a bee." Those poor friends of his will be dodging bees just so they can have their PB&J sandwiches.
Blue, I think I will paint the ceiling Blue
I have to laugh every time I think of this conversation I had with my friend. It was several years ago, we were all sitting around having dinner before the girls went to the movies and she throws this out, I am sure not realizing the impact it would have on me. Now mind you at this point in her life she hasn't had a relationship for awhile. She said "you know if I had only known the last time I had sex it was going to be the last, I would have tried to enjoy it more." Not only was that statement funny then, it has been hysterically funny since.
When you get older and a little bit less physical from either lack of exercise or ailments, you really realize that life is not going to turn around and make you be younger. But it also makes you realize that you truly need to appreciate every moment, not just the good times, but the bad times as well.
A co-worker has just got a diagnosis of 4 stage cancer. She has all the hope in the world, she is only 45, and I am sure she knows this diagnosis isn't hopeful in itself, but if she isn't hopeful she may not turn anything around on her own. Why do wait for us to get so sick that we start making the effort of enjoying life.
Every time I got out in the yard, even though I despise weeds, I have to appreciate them because if I didn't appreciate the gardening the time spent out in the yard grooming it, maybe I wouldn't appreciate the flowers as much. Yes would I rather appreciate a Gardner more, probably, but right now I must appreciate me, of what I can do.
Everything even the smallest of things seems to be work. The enjoying parts of my life sometimes seem even more work. I am about to have a camping weekend with my friends. We don't have the luxury of having someone come in and do the whole weekend for us and we just have to make the appearance, no, it will still be some work on all of us. But you know I hope I really take the time to appreciate every minute with my friends. Those are what create memories.
Life is grabbing those small moments and just really enjoying it.
When you get older and a little bit less physical from either lack of exercise or ailments, you really realize that life is not going to turn around and make you be younger. But it also makes you realize that you truly need to appreciate every moment, not just the good times, but the bad times as well.
A co-worker has just got a diagnosis of 4 stage cancer. She has all the hope in the world, she is only 45, and I am sure she knows this diagnosis isn't hopeful in itself, but if she isn't hopeful she may not turn anything around on her own. Why do wait for us to get so sick that we start making the effort of enjoying life.
Every time I got out in the yard, even though I despise weeds, I have to appreciate them because if I didn't appreciate the gardening the time spent out in the yard grooming it, maybe I wouldn't appreciate the flowers as much. Yes would I rather appreciate a Gardner more, probably, but right now I must appreciate me, of what I can do.
Everything even the smallest of things seems to be work. The enjoying parts of my life sometimes seem even more work. I am about to have a camping weekend with my friends. We don't have the luxury of having someone come in and do the whole weekend for us and we just have to make the appearance, no, it will still be some work on all of us. But you know I hope I really take the time to appreciate every minute with my friends. Those are what create memories.
Life is grabbing those small moments and just really enjoying it.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
F____ Doctors
Oh I lost my peps on that title didn't I. Well let me tell you, after this week and several months of dealing with idiot doctors I have come to the conclusion that there are very few of them that really care, they are so tired of dealing with the insurance that they rush patients through to get enough money to pay for the malpractice insurance and they might yet have a major malpractice case from me.
At the beginning of the year I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to call an orthopedic specialist to deal with the pain in my neck. Well after making several phone calls I soon realized that they all don't deal with the neck and there really isn't anything they can do than send you to physical therapy which actually only gives you temporary relief and then it runs your money out and you are still at square one. Plus getting an appointment was like three months out, WHAT ABOUT THE PAIN, it would have been easier to check into the ER. One doctor's office was like a patient mill, another doctor's office barely gave me enough information to move to physical therapy, the pain doctor told me at the appointment that he could help, but as I was laying on a guerney going into surgery, he said this might not work, and one doctor finally gave me some answers and the time he spent probably dipped into his other patient's time.
I soon felt thereafter that I needed to deal with my stomach issues and try to get some answers there. I had told my friend of the experience I had with my past doctor. I loved the doctor, but after the colonoscopy and the endoscopy, he moved me to his PA (Physician Assistant) which I learned down the road that she gave me several wrong answers. But that wasn't good enough the PA sent me to her A (Assistant) which had no answers and it took me days to get a hold of her. So my friend sent me to her supposed personable doctor.
Oh it is so good that I took a couple of days to actually write this, because two days ago I was spitting. Every other word would have been a foul word, at least now it is usually just one in a paragraph.
I wanted to be prepared with a whole sheet of questions, I didn't really care if I had long lengthy answers, I just needed an answer. Well my first mistake was I had been out in my yard for three days gardening and by the time I saw him I was exhausted. I just needed one of these doctors to listen to my questions and answer me and I guess I got a little emotional. So when I started asking my questions, I started to cry. I wasn't upset that I had celiac disease, but that I was tired of dealing with doctors and just frustrated. He obviously took it that I was upset about the disease and dealing with my issues. Now being away from his office, I want to scream, I am not in the state of denial, and your an idiot not to investigate why I was crying than assuming, you are an a__.
You know as a grandmother I have learned, if you swear in front of your grandchildren you totally discredit yourself, well I figured with the maybe two people that read this entry, they can just ignore this entry. The grandchildren probably won't even care to read it until they are over the age of 21.
So while I was asking this idiot questions, he kept saying I think you need a support group, I think you need to see a dietitian, he kept repeating himself, I told him that I had a support group at work with a few people that have celiac disease. He didn't buy it. He was talking a mile a minute and if he wasn't saying I need a support group and dietitian, he was ripping off like he knew his medical Black's dictionary better than most and wanted to prove it to me. Now really do think I just understood your 15 minute lecture of the day, dumbass. Now looking back I just realized that everytime I said celiac disease I think he got upset because he was either trying to correct me with the correct term, "celiac sprue," or he was too impressed with himself. Too bad on both parts.
So as he was walking off out of the office like I had the plague or of course he had to get to the next patient for that big money, I said to him, do you want to take some blood tests. He said "not really I will after you're done with the dietitian, now truly do you think the dietitian is going to know what my count is on my celiac (oh sorry celiac sprue) or how much wheat I have been eating, another assumption on his part.
I had to laugh one of the questions I had was "I want to go to Paris and how much damage will I do if I am tempted with croissants in Paris and just want one and I eat it." His answer was if you can tolerate it and it doesn't make you sick, go ahead eat gluten, enjoy yourself," Now does that really answer the bloody question. I am not intolerant, I have a disease, will it cause problems down the road, obviously by his answer, go ahead and eat whatever you want, whenever you want as long as it doesn't hurt. So I hit the bakery on the way home, not because I can or should, just because he is an idiot. Of course it will hurt me in the end more than him, but right now I didn't give a shit, I was pissed.
Another question was "my stomach seemed to have gotten blotted overnight and I am retaining water. " The doctor replied, "I am sure you are eating too much wheat." Now truly does wheat retain water, and make you sick when I didn't even know I had the disease until I got sick with gastritis and this seems like the same pain with my stomach with the gastritis and the fatty liver." No answer, what a surprise on that one.
The best question was, "we'll I ever get over the gastritis or can this turn into cancer." The idiot doctor said, "I have never heard of anyone getting cancer from gastritis." And I am thinking that is not what the Mayo Clinic wrote on the Internet. Hmmmm, what a dumbass.
I think I only got through a couple of questions, and I could tell he was tired of me and wanted that next 15 minutes on his paycheck, and I was tired of his arrogant, superficial, and pretty much stupid attitude. He wasn't giving me any answers, and he wasn't patient enough to listen to the rest of the questions.
I have to laugh every time I meet someone like him and I want to say, you are waiting for a lawsuit. My father was slowly over many years had his intestine removed and eventually on a bag. Could it have been celiac disease ("sprue" sorry), probably.
Why cannot I just have a fulfilling 15 minutes without an arrogant asshole to deal with. This is why the insurance system is basically stupid. I have paid (essentially through my insurance) four doctor opinions that either too busy, too important, too something else and got nothing out of them, but they received close to $600 for each visit. Now who is the stupid ass, me for going, or them for being them, right now I am re-evaluating.
At the beginning of the year I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to call an orthopedic specialist to deal with the pain in my neck. Well after making several phone calls I soon realized that they all don't deal with the neck and there really isn't anything they can do than send you to physical therapy which actually only gives you temporary relief and then it runs your money out and you are still at square one. Plus getting an appointment was like three months out, WHAT ABOUT THE PAIN, it would have been easier to check into the ER. One doctor's office was like a patient mill, another doctor's office barely gave me enough information to move to physical therapy, the pain doctor told me at the appointment that he could help, but as I was laying on a guerney going into surgery, he said this might not work, and one doctor finally gave me some answers and the time he spent probably dipped into his other patient's time.
I soon felt thereafter that I needed to deal with my stomach issues and try to get some answers there. I had told my friend of the experience I had with my past doctor. I loved the doctor, but after the colonoscopy and the endoscopy, he moved me to his PA (Physician Assistant) which I learned down the road that she gave me several wrong answers. But that wasn't good enough the PA sent me to her A (Assistant) which had no answers and it took me days to get a hold of her. So my friend sent me to her supposed personable doctor.
Oh it is so good that I took a couple of days to actually write this, because two days ago I was spitting. Every other word would have been a foul word, at least now it is usually just one in a paragraph.
I wanted to be prepared with a whole sheet of questions, I didn't really care if I had long lengthy answers, I just needed an answer. Well my first mistake was I had been out in my yard for three days gardening and by the time I saw him I was exhausted. I just needed one of these doctors to listen to my questions and answer me and I guess I got a little emotional. So when I started asking my questions, I started to cry. I wasn't upset that I had celiac disease, but that I was tired of dealing with doctors and just frustrated. He obviously took it that I was upset about the disease and dealing with my issues. Now being away from his office, I want to scream, I am not in the state of denial, and your an idiot not to investigate why I was crying than assuming, you are an a__.
You know as a grandmother I have learned, if you swear in front of your grandchildren you totally discredit yourself, well I figured with the maybe two people that read this entry, they can just ignore this entry. The grandchildren probably won't even care to read it until they are over the age of 21.
So while I was asking this idiot questions, he kept saying I think you need a support group, I think you need to see a dietitian, he kept repeating himself, I told him that I had a support group at work with a few people that have celiac disease. He didn't buy it. He was talking a mile a minute and if he wasn't saying I need a support group and dietitian, he was ripping off like he knew his medical Black's dictionary better than most and wanted to prove it to me. Now really do think I just understood your 15 minute lecture of the day, dumbass. Now looking back I just realized that everytime I said celiac disease I think he got upset because he was either trying to correct me with the correct term, "celiac sprue," or he was too impressed with himself. Too bad on both parts.
So as he was walking off out of the office like I had the plague or of course he had to get to the next patient for that big money, I said to him, do you want to take some blood tests. He said "not really I will after you're done with the dietitian, now truly do you think the dietitian is going to know what my count is on my celiac (oh sorry celiac sprue) or how much wheat I have been eating, another assumption on his part.
I had to laugh one of the questions I had was "I want to go to Paris and how much damage will I do if I am tempted with croissants in Paris and just want one and I eat it." His answer was if you can tolerate it and it doesn't make you sick, go ahead eat gluten, enjoy yourself," Now does that really answer the bloody question. I am not intolerant, I have a disease, will it cause problems down the road, obviously by his answer, go ahead and eat whatever you want, whenever you want as long as it doesn't hurt. So I hit the bakery on the way home, not because I can or should, just because he is an idiot. Of course it will hurt me in the end more than him, but right now I didn't give a shit, I was pissed.
Another question was "my stomach seemed to have gotten blotted overnight and I am retaining water. " The doctor replied, "I am sure you are eating too much wheat." Now truly does wheat retain water, and make you sick when I didn't even know I had the disease until I got sick with gastritis and this seems like the same pain with my stomach with the gastritis and the fatty liver." No answer, what a surprise on that one.
The best question was, "we'll I ever get over the gastritis or can this turn into cancer." The idiot doctor said, "I have never heard of anyone getting cancer from gastritis." And I am thinking that is not what the Mayo Clinic wrote on the Internet. Hmmmm, what a dumbass.
I think I only got through a couple of questions, and I could tell he was tired of me and wanted that next 15 minutes on his paycheck, and I was tired of his arrogant, superficial, and pretty much stupid attitude. He wasn't giving me any answers, and he wasn't patient enough to listen to the rest of the questions.
I have to laugh every time I meet someone like him and I want to say, you are waiting for a lawsuit. My father was slowly over many years had his intestine removed and eventually on a bag. Could it have been celiac disease ("sprue" sorry), probably.
Why cannot I just have a fulfilling 15 minutes without an arrogant asshole to deal with. This is why the insurance system is basically stupid. I have paid (essentially through my insurance) four doctor opinions that either too busy, too important, too something else and got nothing out of them, but they received close to $600 for each visit. Now who is the stupid ass, me for going, or them for being them, right now I am re-evaluating.
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