Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Knowing my affinity toward all things urine (Thanks to my urological issues these last couple of years), my friend Passionstamper sent this to me in an e-mail, but it developed weird configurations in the post and so I googled it and I found it on YouTube. But I didn't stop there. I continued perusing the web for more info on the champagne of body fluids. Suffice it to know Passionstamper that you have now caused me to discover things about people and their urine that...well... are better left unsaid. ;)
Well except for this one unusual thing I've found. But first I think my next post is going to be about the worst and most humiliating medical treatment I ever had-by a doctor no less! After that post...I will need to lighten up a bit and will do it with yet another urine post. :)
Gee...people send Medblog Addict lawyer jokes...I guess everyone could send me urolgy/urine jokes. No wonder my d-i-l- calls me PeaSpray! ;)
Thanks Passionstamper! :)
(The Sketch Book-The Broken Heart)
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” ~ Kahlil Gibran ~
Monday, January 28, 2008
Michael Correia (image credit)
My son's m-i-l just sent me this (short) powerful, motivational and inspirational clip and I want to share it with you. Thanks Peggy! :)
I LOVE it! See...we ALL can make a difference for the better if we want to. Not only was I impressed by his simple yet profound act, but I was also impressed by the apparent need in people to experience such thoughtfulness and in turn by their recognition of the importance of what he was doing for them and others. His simple thought then acted upon, set the "Pay it Forward" ripples of good in motion. Who knows where these ripples finally settle and who is changed for the better because of being in their path?
What simple act can we perform that will brighten someone's day today? Can we inspire another? Impart wisdom? Or validate their importance by taking time for them in any number of ways? Whatever our hands find to do that is good...they should do. And every time we do these good deeds, no matter how small...we are also nurturing our own soul. Think of an act of kindness as turning a light on. Light dispels darkness. When you turn that light on...the light illuminates everything in it's path...including you..the one who turned the light on in the first place.
Have a great day! :)
"In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." ~Kahlil Gibran ~
A few weeks ago Devan was spending the night with us. It was dinnertime and we were having a kind of goulash over broad noodles but without the sour cream. So maybe it wasn't goulash? :)
Devan wanted to know what was for dinner that night. So I showed her. She scrunched up her face in dismay to which I said, "Devan...I know you'll like it. You know I wouldn't lie to you."
She then responded with, "Yes...but do we have the same taste buds?"
LOL! SIX years old and she got me with that one. She impressed me too. :)
Most of this post is actually from a comment I left over at Dr. Schoor’s blog in response to his post called “The No-Show-ers”. I think it will make an interesting post and so I am putting it up here as well.
Here is what I posted at I’U.’s blog (with some editing):
I never no-showed but was an hour late once! And it was with the urodoc I respect so much! I never did that before in my life and never since. I would NEVER assume it was ok to be an hour late!
I still had the big stent in me with a resistant e-coli infection and so he wanted me admitted for antibiotics before removing the stent.
It was February and the night before...I started thinking about going into the OR again and even though I figured everything would be alright, I also had the thought...what if something went wrong? (Remember my "sea of papers" at tax time?) My husband would never know where or what to look for with tax receipts etc. So it took me until 4:30 in the morning to get everything together and categorized and in one box. Then I went to bed but over slept. I called the office to see if I could go straight to the hospital but I had to stop and pick up the paperwork and see the doc. But before I left I had a left kidney spasm that leveled me and I ran to my bed. The stent was in the right kidney.
So between me oversleeping and then having to go back to bed with the spasm that is how I ended up an hour late. I am not proud of that.
So, it turned out they gave my room to someone else at the hospital and so I had to go in through the ED so they could start the antibiotics and also get a CT to check out other kidney.
I remember thinking..."Oh Great! The ER is gonna LOVE this!" NOT! I knew how they loathe unnecessary patients. Sure enough...I was put into an obscure little room that reminded me of something used for storage. I got the IV and the CT. The worst part was that I felt SO GUILTY for taking up any space there or their time. I did not belong there but urodoc wanted to get the IV going. I told the nurse that I did not need the room and that a chair somewhere would be fine. She said no that they wanted me in bed. My husband and son were with me too. It was the one time we brought son because we thought they would just drop me off and then I would be fine alone at the hospital. I didn't want them to stick around because it wasn't like I felt sick or anything and my husband could come back the next day when I had the procedure. Good thing son had an electronic game with him. I think I was in that little room for at least 8 hours. I felt sorry for my family and wanted them to go but they said no.
So now I felt guilty about annoying and holding up the doctor's office, the ER staff, my husband and son. I felt like walking or I should say reclining shame.
The ED nurse kept coming to apologize and said the doctor didn't read the CT report yet and that was what was holding me up for getting a room. I don't know why she kept apologizing because I felt so ashamed and guilty that I didn't ask about getting a room even once.
My husband thought the doctor's office was trying to teach me a lesson and that is why they didn't read the report but I said "No, they are just busy." but I secretly wondered the same thing.
I didn't know urodoc's office yet and they didn't know me. Maybe it was a poor decision on my part but I really did worry about the taxes and having everything in order. I never meant to be disrespectful.
Still...it was what it was.
I was also dying a thousand deaths because I know the conversations that go on at the ER desk and just how many people are privy to information about a patient particularly if they are perceived as an annoyance and wasting their time. I was truly embarrassed that "I" was now one of "those" people!
Finally, approximately 8 hours later the nurse came to get me because they were taking me up to my room. She apologized again except this time...she said it's the trickle down theory. You were late and then they were late getting to you. I didn't think it was possible for me to feel any worse… but I did.
So now I was feeling guilty about the doctor and his office, the ED staff, my husband, my son and now I was even embarrassed to go to my room because I felt like the floor would know all about it too and I felt so humiliated and GUILTY.
But I got through it and woke up feeling better in the morning. I was talking on the phone with my mother and I said I had to go because the anesthesiologist came in.
He said he was one of the urologists in the group and I was happy to meet him. I don't remember anything else he said if he did because he mentioned my being late to the office yesterday. He didn't seem mad and I don't recall what his point was because that is all I heard at that point and thought "Oh no...I WAS the talk of the office...GREAT!" I was mortified all over again and felt excruciating humiliation and guilt. (I worked in the business and now I had become one of those awful patients!) He never acted mad but it almost felt like he wanted to see if such a patient that had that kind of audacity to be late really existed. (My own thought- NOT fact) The second he left the room I started to cry. Hot burning tears streaming down my face. I wasn't sobbing but was trying to control them and I was sniffling. Then the transporters came to get me. Tears still streaming from my face and I tried wiping them away with my hands but they were coming out faster then I could clear them. Didn't even know that was possible.
"Oh great!" I thought as I passed the nurses station and they saw me crying. By the time I got to the 2nd nurses station I asked them to stop so I could have some tissues. "Now they all see me crying...just great!" Someone asked me if I was alright and I just nodded yes. First of all they had to see I wasn't alright but secondly obviously it was just as odd to nod yes. I mean ...I never went wheeling off to the OR in tears...not even with a kidney stone.
So we continued on to the OR. I think it was the longest ride from my room to the OR I ever had. It felt like a day's journey and I was so drained but not enough to stop the water works.
Now, not only was ashamed and guilty that I had held up my urodoc and staff, the ER staff, my husband, my son, the floor nurses, and the other uro partner but I now felt like all the nurses stations knew and that somehow all the OR staff knew too. (You know how you feel when you fall down...you feel like the whole world sees you?) That is how I felt.
I was waiting by myself in the pre-op area when two nurses at the far end of the hall came around the corner but stayed down at that end. They were looking at me, I was still crying, they went back around the corner, poked their heads back looking at me and disappeared around the corner again.
I still couldn't stop crying! No sound ...just hot tears running down my face and I was sniffling.
And then my urodoc came over to me and I immediately apologized and started crying more, I don't remember what he said either but I know he tried to comfort me and reassure me that everything was ok. He was so sweet.
I think I stopped crying after that but honestly don't remember.
Everyone that saw me being wheeled to the OR probably thought I was really afraid. If only I had thought to slink down under the sheets. They may have heard sniffling under the slightly heaving sheets but at least they wouldn't have seen my face.
P.S. When I did get back to the office for another visit one of the nurses on the clinic side wanted to know how I made out going through the ER to which I said "alright" and she sweetly said "We were worried about you!" and I do believe she was sincere. :)
P.P.S. The vision of me crying through all of this reminds me of something you would see in a comedy movie or sitcom. :)
I still feel the shame of it all if I think about it. I was so impacted by that incident that 6 months later when at his satellite office I was upset that he may have thought I was really late again and I wasn’t at all. I had been sitting on the other side of the waiting room and away from where the other people were sitting. They called at least 2 or 3 other patients in ahead of me that I saw walk in the door after me. It didn’t bother me as I figured they had a reason for doing it. But then I heard him through the door call out to the receptionist asking “Is SeaSpray here yet?” I couldn’t hear what she said but I was definitely getting squirrelly about it because I was afraid that he would again think I was really late for an appointment. I never said anything though because I didn’t want to get the receptionist in trouble if she missed me. Although she had to give me the specimen cup so she must’ve known I was there. Still…I didn’t say anything.
But… this past August I had to go back down to that office again. THIS time I made sure I sat with the other patients directly in front of the window...even though I was holding a urine specimen in my hand. Read this for that explanation if you want to read something humorous. *BTW…it was sheer anxiety that caused me to miss seeing the door for the specimen or that I didn’t process that it was there. Another private doc (good diagnostician/never misses anything) reassured me that the events going on at that time could indeed cause enough anxiety to throw me off track like that. I was relieved to hear that because that was so out of character for me, but I saw the humor in it …hence the post on my ditzyness. ;)
Actually, on the day of my appointment prior to the hospital admit…my urodoc nicely told me that I couldn’t be late like that. I would not have blamed him if he did show anger but he didn’t at all. I was so ashamed. Then he was showing me results that indicated that I had developed a resistance to the antibiotics and I started to get teary eyed right in front of him. He probably thought I was upset about the test results and I was really crying because I was late and felt bad for them. To this day...if I could undo it ...I would. :)
It's hard to believe that it has been almost two years since then. It all seems so surreal to me and I am glad I am finally past all of that. Technically, I have been well and healing ever since the last stent came out last February - 07. I have just had follow-up visits and renal scans since then. Urodoc fixed me and I shall always be grateful to him for that. I ended up having a great rapport with urodoc, his partners and support staff and I am actually going to miss them. :)
I thank God that he led me to this urology group and I know he worked through them to get me through it all. I pray that God will bless all of them... abundantly, both in the practice and in their personal lives. :)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
|Your Element Is Water|
A bit of a contradiction, you can seem both lighthearted and serious.
That's because you're good at going with the flow - but you also are deep.
Highly intuitive, you tune in to people's emotions and moods easily.
You are able to tap into deep emotional connections and connect with others.
You prefer a smooth, harmonious life - but you can navigate your way around waves.
You have a knack for getting people to get along and making life a little more peaceful.
I have to say...this one describes me perfectly! And boy can I navigate! I could've been a diplomat! Ha!Ha! Yes, I have been playing around with all these little tests. Now I'm going to go put one on my other blog. I should be reading a book or something more constructive. Nope! Don't want to! :)
Saturday, January 26, 2008
|Your Lucky Underwear is Blue|
You are caring and extroverted. You've made relationships your number one focus, and your lucky blue underwear can bring some balance to them.
You thrive in one-on-one situations. You are a good listener and a natural born therapist.
Sometimes you let the concerns of others become too important in your life, leading to stress and worry.
If you want more balance, put on your blue underpants. They'll help you take care of yourself first.
I took this fun little test over at Mba's blog. Of course the answer had to be blue because SeaSpray is drawn to and happiest around anything blue. Anything else and the test would've been bogus in her opinion. Nah...depending on how she tweaked the answers(because there really were 2 ways she would've answered a few of them depending on her mood)...she was coming up red too, but more blues and so that color rules...which it does. ;)
The 2 constant answers were Psychology in #2 and challenged in taking time for others in #5 which is paradoxical because relationships are important to her. Life just gets busy! She is good one on one but appreciates being in groups too. Regarding the red results...SeaSpray is not a conquer the world type but she's usually confident and bold ...although not always. Sometimes SeaSpray can be shy. Also...unlike red...If SeaSpray trusts you...she will open up if she feels the safe connection. So...she's mostly blue with splashes of red. ;)
I was born under the Gemini sign....sign of the twins. So maybe that explains it. ;) One of the Gemini traits is to be analytical. I always joke that I am some one who will analyze the analysis of the first analysis! So do ya think I over analyzed this little test...a bit? ;)
*Actually, I do NOT believe in astrology at all because I believe our lives are directed through the choices we make along with some divine interventions along the way. Of course I do embrace all the WONDERFUL traits a Gemini is supposed to have. ;)
Oh and I don't believe in luck either - we make things happen and there is a higher purpose sometimes beyond what we can effect.
They used to have a "What kind of ice cream flavor are you?" test. My favorite ice cream has always been and will always be mint chocolate chip ice cream - forever. The test actually said I was mint chocolate chip-go figure! :)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Ha! Ha! Gee Chrysalis Angel! I simply can't imagine what crazy reason would cause you to think of moi when reading this. ??? ;) I think my blog is losing it's "G" rating after this week! LOL! Thanks for sending this to me and the good laugh- I love it! :)
Next time you use a pair of rubber gloves,
you're going to smile when you think of this:
A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was
nervous so he decided to tell her a little joke as he put on his
"Do you know how they make these gloves?" he asked.
"No, I don't," she replied.
"Well," he spoofed, "there's a building in Canada with a big tank
of latex and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in
their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them
into boxes of the right size."
She didn't crack a smile.
"Oh, well. I tried," he thought.
But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure,
she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked
"I was just envisioning how condoms are made!"
Gotta watch those little old ladies!
Their minds are always working.
P.S. this has nothing to do with the above post but Dr Whitecoat has this funny post to read. :)
Monday, January 21, 2008
*First of all Trenchy...thank you for letting me put your post with comments up. Ya warmed my heart! :) You and the other commenters cracked me up. I laughed so hard! You are missed and it would be wonderful if you decide to post again. Your Blogdom awaits you. ;)
Without any further ado...h-e-e-e-r-e-s Trench Doc! :)
In the June 2005 edition of The International Journal of Environmental Health Research, scientists published data that indicated the most likely public areas one might encounter upper respiratory secretions, blood and urine. The samples, collected over a four year period were specifically looking for alpha-amylase, hemoglobin and urea indicating the fluids noted above, respectively.
Here are the findings (based on percent of positive tests):
Play ground equipment- 44% (shocker, I know)
Bus armrests and rails- 35%
Public Restroom surfaces- 25%
Shopping cart handles- 21%
Chair armrests- 21%
Escalator handrails 19%
Customer shared pens- 16%
vending machine buttons- 14%
Public phones- 13%
I wish, however, the study had included “random hands that were held out to shake” and “currency”, although I am better off that they did not check for coliform bacteria. Even old “iron-stomach” Trenchy doesn’t want to know.
28 Responses to “Germophobia”
OK, I have to admit that I’m grossed out thinking that the playground I let my kids play at is twice as contaminated as the public bathroom I won’t let them use. Bleah!
I saw a report recently that said women’s pocketbooks were loaded with bacteria with E.coli being one of them.
My coworkers at the hospital used to tease me (in good fun)about being a germophobe and yes I did spend 20 years throwing out the ED registration pens, at least the ones with blood. And maybe the ones that patients with scabies or lice used. And yes,I know that was overboard and I would’ve thrown out the desk and chair if I could have too. Instead, I just wiped them down REAL good and itched the rest of the night. (maybe, I will put more about this stuff in one of my posts)
I digressed. The report talked about all the places we women put our pocketbooks. Public restroom counters, in the stalls, on floors, etc., I never thought of this. I have placed my pocketbooks on my bed sheets, kitchen counters and tables.
During the earlier days of working at the hospital I often wore high heels. One night I came home exhausted after a BUSY ED shift and just kicked my shoes off in the kitchen and left them there. The next morning as I was doing something in the kitchen, I looked up and saw my little baby boy sitting in the corner, on the floor, sucking and gnawing on one of my spiked high heels that I had been wearing while walking all around the ED and the hospital the night before. I have a big kitchen and was at the other end. I don’t remember taking any steps toward him. I remember yelling “nooooooooooooo!” and getting there in one great leap! Anyway, he survived. He’s 18 now.
I do not want to know what coliform is right?
that’d be E. Coli - quite often found in archival ureters (birthcord), bad breath, (air transmission) etcetcetc…
lucky thing its normally benign, huh?
most common cause of influenza, unboiled water
most common cause of pneumonia, feeding the patient fortified unboiled water.
I’m a major germaphobe, now vindicated. Thanks for helping with that.
E. coli - air transmissions? What is fortified unboiled water? If we REALLY knew - Ignorance IS bliss!
P.S. A couple of weeks ago, I almost got food from a store salad bar. The worker was putting out a fresh salad. I told her I was afraid to ever get food from store salad bars (although - I will at a restaurant) and she said they just passed inspection. I can think of some reasons why it might not be a good idea. What do you think Trenchy? Do you trust store salad bars?
I give it the old Throckmorton test when I walk up to the salad bar… to the right= no problem, to the left= NO WAY!
It seems trenchy, that you and I read the same article about 10 or 12 years ago, about the nastification of American currency. It seems that I recall the percentage of contaminated money being horrifically high…61% stands out in my memory. Do you happen to recall the artickle I’m referring to?
As a matter of fact I do… I think several have been done since then.
Ha!Ha!Ha!….for quite awhile!
One of the reasons that I love the med blogs is for the exquisite humor. Luckily for me, I had just swallowed my coffee when I read your answer to my salad bar question, or the coffee would have spewed out my nose and all over the computer/keyboard.
Next time I am near a salad bar I am going to half expect to see a man perusing the salads, wearing an ED head thing (forget what that is called) with THE LIGHT ON sporting a Throckmorton. You will understand if I don’t buy any salad even if the Throckmorton is leaning to the right. This girl will never view another salad bar the same again, but she will chuckle as she walks by.
Thanks for the laugh Trenchy!
At an impressionable age I was standing in line at a salad bar behind a hygiene dubious man who lifted each cherry tomato from the cherry tomato container, rolled it in his hand for inspection, and replaced it to lift the next, and the next –
I have not eaten from a salad bar since.
Also, you know those fluffy restaurants that have jellies and jams in little ceramic covered bowls on the table? And nice little serving spoons in those nice little ceramic bowls? You only have to see someone in a restaurant stick that little spoon in his or her mouth once before sticking it back into that little bowl of condiment bliss to never, ever, use a condiment that sits open container on a restaurant table again.
Throckmorton test aka John Thomas sign (in the
Tried and true!
I’m afraid I’d never be able to eat from a salad bar using Trenchy’s criteria.
I always figured that was caused by either a left handed vs right handed person. A right handed man having quicker/easier access to a left leaner and vice versa!
Water coolers. I have issues with water coolers. This is because I once saw a child suck right off the part the water comes out of in the emergency patient waiting room. (What do you call that?) Also, because one night when the maintenance man was changing that same water cooler, as he flipped the big bottle over, the water splashed out all over his dirty hand that was supporting the bottle and down into the water cooler. From that point on, I went to the opposite side of the ED to get water from a different water cooler, hoping that this stuff never happened with that one. Then when they sold water out of machines, I always got my water that way. Factory processing is infallible - right?
P.S. Something did happen to me with that water cooler but that will be for a post another time.
Seaspray I was laughing my ass off as I typed that… glad that I entertain someone other than myself.
I think I want to move into a plastic bubble now . . .
Ditto Trenchy, Ditto!
Trenchy, I had more to say about your old salad bar Throckmorton but deleted most of it and will let it alone, but the jokes… so many, many jokes!!!
So, I am thinking …any man can be used. I am wondering tho…for the salad bar Throckmorton, does he need to stand facing the food or sideways?
Also, if I ever find myself feeling down, I am going to find a salad bar and make sure that I have a front row seat!
I think this sums it up:
“Each man his own compass must be.”
You are too funny Trenchy!
Truly, this girl will never be able to approach a salad bar again without great difficulty in trying to restrain her self from giggling or just plain cracking up. (You KNOW what happens when you TRY NOT to laugh?) Chick peas and beets really aren’t that funny! And how exactly does one work Throckmorton into the conversation? Our table is going to have to be far, far away from the salad bar so that I can actually swallow the food and beverages without incident!
P.S. I swear though, if I ever see a man approach a salad bar wearing camouflage clothing and an ED head light “turned on” and carrying a Target bag - they will have to scrape me off the floor still laughing!
(Your Target story was really funny!)
It is unusual for me to be embarrassed, for example we were at Target and I bought some underwear… they were sports boxer briefs that a lot of triathletes wear( like speedos with legs)… and this homegirl ringing us up asked, “are these swimmin trunks?” and I said “no, they are underwear and I am gonna look some kinda good when I come to bed wearing those things tonight”… to which the wife rolled her eyes and the cashier fell in the floor laughing… a few weeks later I entered the same Target and again was checked out by the same cashier who asked me about said undies. I happened to be wearing them and I pulled the waist band out to show her.
But after the headlamp… I have not been back.
They probably miss the entertainment - you should go back. You should go back wearing your headlamp and some low riders so they can see your new briefs too! Nothing funnier than when we think -Ahhh, all is right with the world and we treat everyone cheerfully, practically whistling “Mr blue Bird’s on My Shoulder” as we saunter by. Then someone finds out he has walked through an entire store wearing his ED headlamp with “light turned on” or she realizes “too late” after leaving the ladies room after a busy shift that she didn’t fix her dress appropriately.
(The latter is going to be a future post)
Just think of the comic relief….or…concern you gave the people monitoring the video cameras in the store that day. As for me and my dress - THANK GOD the hospital didn’t have cameras monitoring everything like they do now!
P.S. Instant replay can be a biatch!
P.P.S - I am going to let this alone - really -I am trying to anyway!
This is part of a post I left on Medblog Addict’s experimental site yesterday and thought I would share it:
I was telling a friend that came over last night about your batshit crazy/Throckmorton post and the link from the original author. I told her to read them and then go to Trenchy’s Germaphobia post, then read comments.
She C-r-a-c-k-e-d- up! We laughed so hard - the concept is so ludicrous! At one point she asked me if I wanted to go to Wendy’s and I thought she was serious. I said “Why?” and she said they HAVE A SALAD BAR!!!
P.P.P.S. - I’m not a stalker! Or……am…I??
no… you are the audience every comedian dreams of… I used to do stand-up comedy (20 years ago), maybe I still would be if yall had been at my shows!
The only person who ever really appreciated my routine was Garrison Keillor… he said I had “comedic talent that couldn’t be taught”, a few years ago I wrote to him and reminded him of what he said and what a great influence he had been on me with his words encouragement; then I added that I was now a successful physician, LOL.
Ha! Ha! - That’s cool, but if it didn’t work out - then you were meant to walk another path. Hmmm…comedian to doctor… interesting transition. Did you always consider medicine and the humor was a gig to help pay for med school?
I have a close friend (we’ll call her Donna - because her name is Donna) who IS the funniest person that I personally know. She’s one of these people that uses all the physical gestures, expressions and voices to go with her jokes. I can’t breathe when she gets on a roll because I am laughing so hard! In H.S., her guidance counselor seriously told her that she should be a comedian. She’s a graphic artist.
I think you need a sense of humor to be in medicine. Somewhere in Proverbs it says that a “merry heart does good like a medicine” and so what better profession to share your gift of laughter since it is healing to one’s body and you are a facilitator of healing?
Then of course for your own survival in that environment too.
In an e-mail to Medblog Addict, I pondered the thought that the Throckmorton salad bar test might just be the funniest thing that I have ever heard and what if that’s it? What if I never hear anything funnier ever again??
Can you top it Trenchy? Can you?
Trenchy - That anonymous above was me - I just forgot to sign in.
Yes, but it involves me doing impersonations of a conversation between Barney the purple Dino and Stewie from Family Guy…
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Yesterday another nice thing happened. I have been very much interested in something but don't have the finances for it right now. Last week I actually told someone on line that if I could have it tomorrow morning that I would be one very happy girl.
Well...I mentioned this to someone in real life and they knew what I was talking about. They both generously and graciously offered me what I want out of their stock at their cost. I think the heavens opened up at that moment because I heard the angels singing the Hallelujah Chorus. I think I said something about a miracle but don't remember exactly. What were the odds? I mean I have been reading about this and watching videos and just wishing I could try it. I just want to see if it makes a difference but it wasn't financially feasible.
You'd have to know how much I wanted to try this and how disappointed I was that I couldn't because I couldn't spring for the whole amount up front, to know how very much I appreciate this gesture.
Also, someone is waiving a financial obligation. They told me not to worry about it and that they would take care of it. I think I heard the angels singing again! :) I didn't expect it. I was totally wowed by this gesture and very, very grateful. :)
I shall always remember these kind gestures. :)
The Barber of Seville
After leaving Urodoc's office today...I decided to go to Walmart to get my prescriptions filled. I always call mine in ahead of time but neglected to do that and I also had a prescription to fill from urodoc. I was surprised to see that I was 5th in line. While still waiting...the lady behind me came up beside me and started grumbling about the woman at the counter for holding up the line. I was embarrassed and hoped that neither the pharmacist or the woman thought it was me.
And then I heard him ...the singing guy! Just a little bit. Then I heard him again. I said to the woman, "Did you hear that?" Here what", she said. "Singing guy!" "Who?" I said,"That's the singing guy. He has a beautiful voice and he likes to sing opera. He works here and every now and then he sings. I don't know his name so I just call him singing guy." :) She smiled and said she was too busy grumbling and missed it. He had stopped singing. The line moved forward and as soon as I dropped my script and other med container off, I headed straight back to the other side of the store to see if I could find him.
My thoughts as follows: "Nope not in pet supplies...not lawn and garden either. What? They're putting lawn chairs out? Ugh depressing...it's still winter. Not in Christmas either. Hmmm...maybe he is outside where they store stuff now." I then went through the doors and spotted a guy with his back to me on the far corner to my right. "Hmm...I wonder if that is him? Kinda looks like him. He looks familiar. I wish he would sing." And then he started singing a little and he still didn't know I was there. I hollered over, "You're the singing guy!" He turned around and I again said "You're the singing guy...the guy who sings." He came over to me with a big smile on his face. And I said, "I wondered if you still worked here. I was just waiting in line by the pharmacy when I heard your voice a couple of times. So I just wanted to come tell you that I love hearing you sing and that you are so talented. He thanked me and then I also asked if he sang in the opera and he said no, but he is training for it. He also said he was just singing the "Barber of Seville". I then said how music is so motivational and uplifting and when I hear him he makes me smile. He agreed and I wished him a Happy New year and turned to leave. I barely got through the automatic doors when I heard him break out in song. So beautiful! I didn't want to leave and I had 45 minutes to kill before prescriptions would be ready and so I hung out in the Christmas section by the automatic doors just so I could hear him when the doors opened. I heard him a couple more times and then he stopped.
Maybe it was odd or corny that I sought him out...but I just felt I should go tell him how much I appreciated hearing him sing. I could see that he appreciated my saying that. I think it is important to encourage people or let them know that they are appreciated. :)
I think one of my reasons for not jumping on this is because anytime I was in the OR...it was to relieve unbearable pain (knee/kidney stones and stents) or to have c-sections. I didn't have a choice. But this seems so uneventful by comparison that I am questioning the need vs the risks, which of course only I can determine. I am feeling pressured by the time factor because I need to go back to work and this will require two weeks of rest. So, if I put it off, go to work but then find I should have had the surgery...oh well. I will just have to put it on hold then.
HR enthusiastically told me to send my application/resume in even though they knew I might be having surgery and I have been dragging my feet thinking I would make a decision today. The positions I was interested in are still posted but they only update on Friday and so maybe they are filled.
Then tonight my husband told me not to schedule the surgery before February 13 because he is covering for someone on vacation and it is overtime. Are ORs open on valentines day? Does everyone wear red? Maybe I'll dye my pubic hair red. I'm kidding! Turquoise glitter is just fine. (O-h-h... that is a tempting thought) I am amused at the stories I've read where the OR staff sees funny things on the patient when they uncover them. What could I do for valentines day? RED glitter! ;)
I know this ...it feels too open ended for me to just show up in the OR and so I need to get answers to these last few questions. Also I am wondering about 2 things he said today. So I will mull these things over for a while and then either ask if urodoc could please call me or I will schedule another appointment. An appointment would be better as I think vis-a-vis would help me to process the info better. In the mean time I am going to start keeping records on my end of things to see if my information will a clearer direction. Sounds like a plan. :)
And urodoc still expressed his gratitude for the Christmas food. Hearing him say that warmed my heart. I am going to miss them all.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I am excited about my next post because one of my favorite blogosphere ED docs has given me permission to put up one of his posts from last year, including all the comments. The post is interesting and the comments are both interesting and most entertaining. ;)
Hint: There are clues somewhere on this blog page. ;)
Then I may take a little break from the blogosphere for a bit. Of course you do realize that a break for this MIA blogaholics Anonymous member might only be 5 minutes but ya can't blame a girl for trying. ;)
Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.
~ Schweitzer ~
I confess that I was feeling kind of down as well as concerned about something last week. It's still with me now but not to the degree it was then. I was beginning to let it take root in my mind. Thankfully I haven't absorbed it into my spirit. ( I view humans as being comprised of mind/body/spirit.) I believe there is power in words and so I didn't even like bringing it up to the few people I did, but something caught my attention and I had to know. I still don't KNOW other than in an just because it's possible doesn't mean it's probable way. I am going to discuss it with someone else this week...I think because if there is anything I could or should do I still want to know and maybe that is why it came to my attention in the first place. Although, I still say that ignorance is bliss. :)
I love seeing how things come together sometimes in unexpected ways...nice unexpected ways. I call them God Winks. Yes...people are the ones who do the thoughtful things, but I think timing is everything and I think God inspires people whether they know it or not.
Well...with the first thoughtful act of kindness... the blogger did know of my concern. In spite of their busy schedule, that person took the time to say some things in an e-mail that immediately lifted my spirits and changed my perspectives. Just so you know thoughtful blogger... ya made me smile and warmed my heart as well as ignited my appreciation for things as they had to be vs alternatives and for all the blessings in my life-past, present and future. And so the ripple of goodness goes forward. :)
The second thoughtful act of kindness was a card I got in the mail the next day. My urodoc's office sent a thank you note for the food I brought them before Christmas. I am sure they send them out to anyone that brings them food but knowing they appreciated it enough to send a thank you card also warmed my heart. I was actually surprised and didn't expect it.
I saw urodoc for an office appointment the day after Christmas and as soon as he came in the exam room...he went out of his way to give me a heartfelt thank you for the food. He was so enthusiastic and appreciative! I told him I was glad to and that I do it for others but I give them a humongous amount of food because he has a humongous staff. And that I have fun doing it. He then said, "And that was a humongous amount of food. Thank you!" You know..I really do have fun putting it together for all of them...his partners and all the women on both sides of the clinic doors-I am fond of all of them...but he is the one that did all the work and got me through it all and so it felt really good to know that I did something that made him feel good... be it ever so small. :) Really when you have your health..you do have everything and together with God (I believe God worked through him) he facilitated my healing. I couldn't possibly bring them enough food or express enough thank yous that adequately convey my gratitude for all that group has done. (Again I digressed) They are the only medical people that have ever sent a thank you note. The women told me thank you and then he did and so I really didn't expect a card but they made me smile by doing it. :)
Then the third thoughtful act of kindness was a missed phone call that night. It was a wonderfully uplifting message from a sweet lady I used to work with. She wanted to know where I have been, that she's been thinking of me, that she misses me and loves me and to call her. And if you could hear this womans sweet voice...you'd melt too. She too brought a smile to my face and warmed my heart. :)
Now I know that all of these things-an e-mail, a thank you card and a phone call are just little ordinary everyday things that nice people do. But when a person is sad or worried or some negative thing is going on...these seemingly little things DO matter. We never no what one little simple act of kindness on our part will do to uplift the spirits of another and how that can effect the direction of things for the better in their lives.
And as for me...at that time over those 2 days... because those things all happened so close together...I felt like I had gotten a God wink that everything was going to be alright. ;) I know some would just say it was a coincidence but to that I would still say "divine coincidence".
Monday, January 14, 2008
SeaSpray didn't think it could ever happen but there is something that tops/equals (hard choice) the humor of the Throckmorton Salad Bar Test. She read the link to this post over at WhiteCoat Rants last nite. She started giggling while reading WhiteCoat's intro to it and then just cracked up all the way through the post. Then she read about someone's glitter giggle experience right after that. Even the image of someone trying not to crack up causes SeaSpray to laugh!
SeaSpray went to bed not long after that. Suffice it to know that even though SeaSpray was real tired she couldn't fall asleep for a half hour after getting in bed because every time she was just about to fall asleep...the images popped back in her head and she started giggling and sometimes laughing out loud all over again! She also was picturing the many places she would NOT want to be when the Bajingo mouse image comes to mind...like her interview, church or even in pre-op "if" she has the elective surgery...to name a few ;) Ya just can't explain that one to people you don't know very well! She also woke up, thought of the biting Bajingo Mouse and started giggling all over again! :) L-O-L!! This one is still sending SeaSpray' giggleometer around and around. And the poor guy...talk about ruining a good thing. And the two of them ...what were they thinking and their faces... priceless as they pondered over this. And the ED doc having to keep a straight face-LOL! :) If you can't already tell...SeaSpray is giggling all the way through typing this post. LOLLOLLOLLOLLOL! :)
Bajingo Mouse definitely made it into my Amusing Concepts sidebar! :)
Link to The ER Stories blog here.
I was perusing the blogosphere when I came upon a post by Dr. Schoor from The Independent Urologist. Be still my heart!
As I was reading through his post I was getting a sinking feeling that he was closing his blog, especially in conjunction with the pic he has up. I saw this solitary man leaving to cross a new bridge, going off in another direction. "I.U. ...please... just don't burn the bridge.", I said to myself. While I can't speak for you... I do think you have a lot of good things to say and don't forget about the "genius" rating. ;)
*I have thoroughly enjoyed his blog and enjoyed sharing in his enthusiasm as he devised and carried out his plans for his solo practice. I am relieved to know he is keeping it open. However after I read his post, I immediately began to write this post for him to let him know he made a difference being there and I wanted him to know why. Now after reading some of his other comments in response to the post it is apparent he has for other people as well. I have said this before, but we never know who is passing through or hanging out in our blogs, but it is nice to think someone's writing and comments can make such a difference. :)
I got a kick out of how upon reading one of my comments to one of your posts one morning in which I discussed something my urologist staff does in his office at registration, that within the hour you e-mailed and told me it was done and you implemented it right then. Wow...no flies on you! I also marveled at the wonders of the internet. :) Since then you have added one more step. Although maybe there are different requirements between NY and NJ.
You mention it was therapeutic to write as you were setting up your practice and I just want to tell you it has been therapeutic being able to comment in your blog about all the things I did. It was helpful for me to discuss my work experiences as they pertained to your posts. Haha! And sometimes they didn't.
Sometimes, when I was feeling scared about the impending surgery...it just helped to be over in your urology blog because even though you weren't my urologist ...you were a urologist that I had gotten to know through your posts/comments which told me that you were/are a compassionate doctor who cared about the quality of care he gives his patients and in some abstract way that just helped me to feel better. You were one of my blogosphere anchors during my time of uncertainty when I was stented (11 weeks and then waiting for the scan which I also began to avoid!) afraid and wondering as to whether or not I was having the re-constructive Psoas Hitch surgery. I also want to be clear here for anyone else reading this...you never dispensed any medical advice as you are not my physician...but you were supportive and I found a safe harbor of familiarity in your blog. :)
Also, commenting about my work experiences helped to reaffirm them in my mind and so I don't feel as out of the loop as I otherwise would be right now. I am currently going through a shy, timid phase about looking for work and have temporarily put it on hold...til Monday anyway. It would be worse if I hadn't been frequenting your blog. :) I have also appreciated learning about the dynamics of an office practice vs hospital since at some point I do want to work at a doctor's office.
Then when I was feeling so discouraged last fall...you put up with ...all those long comments in your 8/31 post. That actually helped me tremendously. I chuckle now at the image of me with tears streaming down my face as I was telling you in that very long post that I didn't get the job I had hoped for. I went back to read them and you can actually see where on Friday-I was wondering what to do but decided to take action, then grieving at rejection, Saturday I was frustrated and by Sunday I came to terms with it and found a resolution to it all. You were supportive then too and thank you very much for that. :) Interestingly, I didn't go for work when I said I would but I was also waiting on some tests. I will know more this week too.
I think it is wonderful that everything is going so well for you in your solo practice. You are a busy doc with your family and your career! :)
"Letter to the Editor" is one of my favorite posts , as is this HILARIOUS one,"The Road to Harvard Starts in Commack" and so many more....o.k. and "Sorry!". It seems to me I.U. that between your family, profession and personal interests that you will have a lot of good things to say...as time allows for you to do so. BTW...I am envisioning your infant son with a stent in his hands now. ;)
In case anyone is wondering...I have a wonderful support system in my personal life that helped get me through all the ureteral issues and other things as well. I will always be grateful to my wonderful and skilled urologist who was in the trenches with me, my husband, family and friends. They all really came through for me but they couldn't be with me 24/7 and that is why the med blogs were such a Godsend. And with written words...you can go back to read over again if you want to. I think that my frequenting the medical blogosphere, particularly the special blogs that really did become anchors in the storm for me were part of my healing process. Thank you! :)
P.S. besides...you have to keep your blog open because YOU are going to be the 1st person I tell in the blogosphere (before my own blog even) that i got my new job! Yes...it will happen in our lifetime. ;)
Saturday, January 12, 2008
I have often commented in my posts and comments that I have a thing about eye contact. Our eyes can speak volumes. In those moments...no words are necessary. When it is passionate...it is a heart pumping, tingly experience. When eyes lock... whether close up or from across the room...where truly ...you only have eyes for each other. It's like everything and everyone surrounding you fade out and your the only ones. You don't have to speak. You don't have to say anything. You just know. And everything in you feels a pull toward the other as if you were two magnets, powerless to stop the inevitable...your coming together. And sometimes you can't...but you know...you do know. Everyone should be able to experience those moments.
I really enjoyed this movie and "When A Man Loves A Woman" is one of my favorite songs. I love how Anthony Garcia looks at Meg Ryan in this movie. You see it ALL in his eyes. The intensity and passion. And I love how Meg Ryan looks at him and they come together at the end.
Of course our eyes reflect many other emotions too. I have a close friend who has known me since I was 4 and she can always tell when I am up to something impish because she says my eyes dance...whatever that means. My older son has my temperament and can be quite the tease/prankster and I will just see this glint in his eye and I know. Maybe that is what she sees in me.
They say our eyes are the window to our soul and I think that is true. Even when we try to conceal things...they inevitably are reflected in our eyes and even spill over into our body language.
After being with someone for about 2 seconds the other day, I instantly knew something was wrong by looking at their eyes and overall countenance, but it was mostly the eyes. They didn't say a word but I immediately moved in closer and asked what was wrong. Sure enough it was something significant.
It is such a good feeling when you can turn to someone ...even a stranger and share a moment of mutual recognition to something going on...a validation of what you're feeling because they are too. And it is such a good feeling when you are feeling sad, rejected or misunderstood...to meet up with eyes filled with kindness and compassion or when feeling afraid...to meet eyes that are filled with compassion, strength and determination...helping you to feel safe by giving you a sense that they are in control and can handle the situation. And it's fun to see joy and gratitude in someone's eyes because you did an act of kindness for them. And when you doubt yourself...it is life giving to see the kind of faith in you, through their eyes... that tells you they will be your champion...breathing hope into you.
Of course when eyes lock it isn't only for romantic love. We lock eyes with another for all kinds of reasons, but when we do...there is a mutual intensity of shared emotion to whatever is going on. The eyes are reading each other and sending messages faster than words can be articulated.
I would like to think that when someone encounters me that they see good things in my eyes. I have been told there is a light in my eyes, so I think that is probably true most of the time. I hope so. :)
What message do your eyes convey?
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Warning: Make sure you swallow anything that might be in your mouth BEFORE you read the aqua words!
It usually turns out that the first tree we look at is the tree we bring home but of course we need to comparison shop. For some reason the big frasier trees seem to go earlier and we went later than usual because I had been sick. The first tree we saw was a good one although not quite as tall as I wanted but close.
I asked husband to pull it out and then dance it around. I don't mean dance through the tree lot with it but just twirl it around or walk while turning it so that I can see all sides. I hold it too so they can also look. I do like to ask for their opinions- husband, son and the lot guy's opinion. Of course my husband always likes the first tree or the second tree, etc. but I already explained what he'll bring home. I pretty much figure he'll say anything to just bring a tree home.
*** I confess that I will never quite see the Yuletide experience in the tree lot the same again... and I am probably gonna have to suppress some giggles. Ahem...I don't think I will be able to tell anyone at the tree lot to "pull it out and dance it around" ever again! And if I do make that mistake then I am pretty sure I am going to have to come up with an explanation for my falling to the ground in convulsive laughter! :)
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
~ Alan Cohen ~
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens. ~Kahlil Gibran~