Granted - I bought it at Dollar Tree, but come on folks, even the Chinese need to know that the Union Jack isn't American. Geez . . .
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
SAS Tour Summer 2009
Just in case you're interested, recent news puts Stephanie's family moving to Cary in the summer of '09.
Watch out RTP!
Watch out RTP!
Fran Survives
Sorry it's taken so long to update.
Fran survived surgery - they actually had taken her in before I got there - the schedule got moved up, so I didn't have to stay at the hospital as long as I had thought.
She went absolutely bat shit crazy in the hospital. The drugs they had her on totally made her lose her mind.
She called me Friday night and said she wanted me to come pick her up to take her home. When I got to the hospital, Daddy said she had been like that all afternoon. She wanted the tubes taken out and she wanted to go home. They couldn't keep her there. She told me that if I wasn't going to take her home, I could "carry my ass on." LOL it really was sorta funny, but also worrisome, because at that point, Mary and I both were worried that she may have suffered some kind of stroke. But Brent reassured us both that it was the medicine and it was.
She was discharged Monday morning, and the had a medical transport bring her home - because there was no way Daddy would have been able to get her in the house. Even with help. And she's been home doing well ever since.
A physical therapist and nurse came daily last week - it goes to every other day next week, and she's using a walker to get around on. She hasn't been able to get upstairs yet, and it looks as if it will be a while before that happens. But she is doing well after surgery.
What we have to work on now is trying to find out what happened to her to make her fall. Why is she so dizzy all the time. I understand that she is on medication that will affect her blood pressure when she stands up, but she was actually blacking out before the surgery.
Supposedly Mama is going to go to her general practitioner tomorrow to start this next process. Dr. York visited Mama in the hospital and is supposedly already working on this question. Should be interesting to see what does or does not happen next week.
So that's it for Mama - I did manage to use my MP3 player to get some voice recordings of crazy lady in the hospital. Haven't had a chance to see if any of them are, um, interesting, so will let you all know.
Cross your fingers - let's see if we can get through a week with no major catastrophes in my family.
Fran survived surgery - they actually had taken her in before I got there - the schedule got moved up, so I didn't have to stay at the hospital as long as I had thought.
She went absolutely bat shit crazy in the hospital. The drugs they had her on totally made her lose her mind.
She called me Friday night and said she wanted me to come pick her up to take her home. When I got to the hospital, Daddy said she had been like that all afternoon. She wanted the tubes taken out and she wanted to go home. They couldn't keep her there. She told me that if I wasn't going to take her home, I could "carry my ass on." LOL it really was sorta funny, but also worrisome, because at that point, Mary and I both were worried that she may have suffered some kind of stroke. But Brent reassured us both that it was the medicine and it was.
She was discharged Monday morning, and the had a medical transport bring her home - because there was no way Daddy would have been able to get her in the house. Even with help. And she's been home doing well ever since.
A physical therapist and nurse came daily last week - it goes to every other day next week, and she's using a walker to get around on. She hasn't been able to get upstairs yet, and it looks as if it will be a while before that happens. But she is doing well after surgery.
What we have to work on now is trying to find out what happened to her to make her fall. Why is she so dizzy all the time. I understand that she is on medication that will affect her blood pressure when she stands up, but she was actually blacking out before the surgery.
Supposedly Mama is going to go to her general practitioner tomorrow to start this next process. Dr. York visited Mama in the hospital and is supposedly already working on this question. Should be interesting to see what does or does not happen next week.
So that's it for Mama - I did manage to use my MP3 player to get some voice recordings of crazy lady in the hospital. Haven't had a chance to see if any of them are, um, interesting, so will let you all know.
Cross your fingers - let's see if we can get through a week with no major catastrophes in my family.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Continuing Saga of Fran and Gary
Well, folks, I had not meant to write about this (thinking that it would go away and it didn't), but here it is.
Last Sunday, my father called and said, "Lisa, I need your help. Now." and then hung up. So I rushed over and found that Mama had fallen - twice. One time she had completely blacked out and the other time she had just gotten dizzy. So I stayed over there until she started feeling better and talked to Daddy about what the problem could be. Luckily, nothing was broken.
They went to the doctor on Monday, where everything appeared to be okay, but the doctor scheduled a CT scan of Mama's head on Tuesday. (Monday was Daddy's birthday - 67 years old.)
But they never made it to the appointment.
Because on Tuesday around 1:30 or 2:00, Mama fell again. While she was home ALONE. COOKING.
Luckily Daddy got home in time to get the pot off of the stove and call the rescue squad. That's when I got the call at school from Brent - Daddy had called him, I guess, because it was the easiest number to remember. So I called Mary and the whole "spend the night in the emergency room/hospital" story began.
First of all, the ride to the hospital made Mama sick. She can't ride lying down. And the AC on the rescue squad was out, so Mama threw up when she got to the emergency room. Luckily our cousin Tobby was one of the EMT's, so Mama and Daddy felt a little better about that whole situation.
Once she got in the emergency room, they checked everything and sent her to Xray to get her head CT she had been scheduled for, an xray of her chest and an xray of her hip. (And I WILL say at this point that everyone in the emergency room was VERY nice AND helpful.)
Did I forget to mention that she was having pain in her hip?
Well, the xray came back negative for anything in the hip, but she was having too much pain, so the emergency room doc's ordered a CT of her hip as well. And this is the point where I stop to say . . .
Unless I am bleeding profusely or dying, do not stop me off at Beaufort County Hospital.
There is no one at BCH that can read CT scans. They have to send them to Greenville to be read. The next day. Is this such a hard thing to do? What kind of training is involved? Are we, as a nation, suffering from a shortage of CT scan readers? Maybe Brent needs to go to school for that.
Okay, so they put her in a room, around eight o'clock, where she asked for something to eat - I mean she asked Daddy, and he told me to go find out, where - hold on a sec - another departure from the story -
Why can't it be a requirement that ALL nurses be nice. Why do people continue to nurse when they are no longer PEOPLE persons? Go do something else lady . . .
Anyway - Mary and I left around 8. Mama made it through the night. The next day, the magic man CT reader in Greenville called to let somebody know that Mama had cracked her hip. Dr. Miller - who will probably complete the trifecta for SHITTINESS happening at BCH - will be doing surgery this afternoon to put a plate on her hip.
So I am off today. Going to take a shower, go to Dollar Tree to buy my broke-assed Mama some Sudoku books, and then I'm at the hospital for the rest of the day - I guess.
Wish me luck.
Last Sunday, my father called and said, "Lisa, I need your help. Now." and then hung up. So I rushed over and found that Mama had fallen - twice. One time she had completely blacked out and the other time she had just gotten dizzy. So I stayed over there until she started feeling better and talked to Daddy about what the problem could be. Luckily, nothing was broken.
They went to the doctor on Monday, where everything appeared to be okay, but the doctor scheduled a CT scan of Mama's head on Tuesday. (Monday was Daddy's birthday - 67 years old.)
But they never made it to the appointment.
Because on Tuesday around 1:30 or 2:00, Mama fell again. While she was home ALONE. COOKING.
Luckily Daddy got home in time to get the pot off of the stove and call the rescue squad. That's when I got the call at school from Brent - Daddy had called him, I guess, because it was the easiest number to remember. So I called Mary and the whole "spend the night in the emergency room/hospital" story began.
First of all, the ride to the hospital made Mama sick. She can't ride lying down. And the AC on the rescue squad was out, so Mama threw up when she got to the emergency room. Luckily our cousin Tobby was one of the EMT's, so Mama and Daddy felt a little better about that whole situation.
Once she got in the emergency room, they checked everything and sent her to Xray to get her head CT she had been scheduled for, an xray of her chest and an xray of her hip. (And I WILL say at this point that everyone in the emergency room was VERY nice AND helpful.)
Did I forget to mention that she was having pain in her hip?
Well, the xray came back negative for anything in the hip, but she was having too much pain, so the emergency room doc's ordered a CT of her hip as well. And this is the point where I stop to say . . .
Unless I am bleeding profusely or dying, do not stop me off at Beaufort County Hospital.
There is no one at BCH that can read CT scans. They have to send them to Greenville to be read. The next day. Is this such a hard thing to do? What kind of training is involved? Are we, as a nation, suffering from a shortage of CT scan readers? Maybe Brent needs to go to school for that.
Okay, so they put her in a room, around eight o'clock, where she asked for something to eat - I mean she asked Daddy, and he told me to go find out, where - hold on a sec - another departure from the story -
Why can't it be a requirement that ALL nurses be nice. Why do people continue to nurse when they are no longer PEOPLE persons? Go do something else lady . . .
Anyway - Mary and I left around 8. Mama made it through the night. The next day, the magic man CT reader in Greenville called to let somebody know that Mama had cracked her hip. Dr. Miller - who will probably complete the trifecta for SHITTINESS happening at BCH - will be doing surgery this afternoon to put a plate on her hip.
So I am off today. Going to take a shower, go to Dollar Tree to buy my broke-assed Mama some Sudoku books, and then I'm at the hospital for the rest of the day - I guess.
Wish me luck.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Doctors and more doctors
Well, last week was marked with two doctors' appointments.
I had my last (hopefully) doctor's appointment with my back doctor on Tuesday. We are both agreed that the slight discomfort I have sometimes with my leg and hip is going to be with me forever, sadly, but is something we can both live with. I of course live with a nagging thought in the back of my head sometimes that it is a repeat of the condition I suffered from last year, and will once again slowly get worse, but then it gets better, or something else grabs my attention. The pain I lived with over the fall and through the winter last year was terrible, and the situation with having two surgeries in a month's time was even worse, so I think I am allowed a little nagging thought every once in awhile.
My other doctor's appointment was on Thursday with Dr. Kroncke, my gynecologist. I love going to his office, because they always act glad to see me and are so nice. I know that sounds strange, but in a day and age where nurses and PA's and even doctors shuffle you through to get their days done, my gyno's office is really a nice trip. Sadly. They remember things about me, even if they are written in a file, and they act glad to see me. Did I say that part twice? But it's nice. And I really appreciate it.
But the second appointment went fine, just waiting for the notecard that says the tests came back negative. Fingers crossed.
I had my last (hopefully) doctor's appointment with my back doctor on Tuesday. We are both agreed that the slight discomfort I have sometimes with my leg and hip is going to be with me forever, sadly, but is something we can both live with. I of course live with a nagging thought in the back of my head sometimes that it is a repeat of the condition I suffered from last year, and will once again slowly get worse, but then it gets better, or something else grabs my attention. The pain I lived with over the fall and through the winter last year was terrible, and the situation with having two surgeries in a month's time was even worse, so I think I am allowed a little nagging thought every once in awhile.
My other doctor's appointment was on Thursday with Dr. Kroncke, my gynecologist. I love going to his office, because they always act glad to see me and are so nice. I know that sounds strange, but in a day and age where nurses and PA's and even doctors shuffle you through to get their days done, my gyno's office is really a nice trip. Sadly. They remember things about me, even if they are written in a file, and they act glad to see me. Did I say that part twice? But it's nice. And I really appreciate it.
But the second appointment went fine, just waiting for the notecard that says the tests came back negative. Fingers crossed.
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