My Little Bit for Wednesday

My Little Bit for Wednesday

Punk.
Posing on my newly~found concrete!

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Good Morning Everyone;

My apologies for having not been on very much.
Casey is quite ill again, and has had a very bad night of pain. This has been going on for the past few days... Nausea and vomiting too.
I will be bringing her in to the clinic as early as possible. (Though the doctors get there earlier, I believe I can call at 7, and get her there by 8).
This pain, once more from her damnable pancreas; seemingly made worse and compounded by the pain in her back.

...THEY HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, don't they?

About 1 o'clock this morning I asked her if she wanted me to drive her down to Froedtert. She said she would, but only if her counts are off. (And for that to come from her is HUGE in its own right). With her throwing up though I do believe her doctors will hospitalize her.
Damn.
But we shall cross that bridge when/if we come to it.

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That door that Greg was so kind to have dug out on Saturday?
Darn good thing he did that-
For sure it would have flooded the pumphouse when the rains came had it not been dug out.
Plus, these last few days of sunshine have helped to shorten the snowpiles too.

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The entrance (just inside that door), has the rug frozen solid to the concrete floor.
But dry as dry can be inside the old milkhouse, thank God.

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And most of the rocks in the corner by the house have magically reappeared too!

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Rocks, Baby!
ROCKS!
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In addition to pig~bunny that was feasting on all my bird$eed that had dropped to the ground, I finally spied the culprit that is GUILTY of that mess to begin with...
And it wasn't even the darned bluejays!

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How any of these varmints can be so fat after such a nasty Winter is beyond me!

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I need to keep this short(er) for today, having to get in the shower before my day truly begins.

Hope all is well in your little corner of the world.

XOXO
Anne

PS...
(Wait, maybe it should be "BS" in this case)...

BS...
You might be wondering what happened to the lady that I'd mentioned in my last blog...
???
I think I got caught up on all my comments back to you too...

Anyway, she had accepted my 'invite' that morning...
And when I awoke yesterday I had yet another quick comment from her that said basically that she was dumping me as she didn't like drama.
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Now, I hate to sound like a spoiled child but,
~I'm tellin'!!!

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"M-o-o-o-o-m...
...SHE STARTED IT!"

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(Dangit too, I'd accidentally deleted the comment when I went to hit the "more" button).

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Wednesday March 5, 2008 - 05:04am (CST)  170

Ice. (And more Ice)...

Ice. (And More Ice)...

This is what I saw out my window this morning...
(No wonder my bird seed disappears so dang fast)!

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Good Morning ALL;

With temps above freezing yesterday; complete with sunshine, I chipped away at the ice on the concrete...

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There's times I think that ice scraper is permanently attached to me!

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But it paid off too.
By the end of the day I had found my concrete. (Well, most of it anyway).
I also plowed the yard, TWICE. Trying to help Mother Nature along...
But it will still be a while before I get down to any gravel. The ice is that thick.

Having the ice is a bit of an obvious hazard to my bones and my longevity---
Worse though, when you take into consideration that my driveway is also solid ice. The sides of it are snowbanks, but a sliding car would definitely move them enough to plant any vehicle off the drive...
I plowed the driveway off; and between myself and Casey, we managed to get 4 or 5 loads of the wood chips down on that.

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)I just knew there would be a use for this in addition to using it for mulch)!

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The first load of chips...

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Almost done!

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While Greg was here, he and dug out the pumphouse door for me.

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He would have also dug out the front porch, but on 2nd thought,
it probably was NOT a good idea with all this ice waiting to fall...

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It would have killed him!!!
And no, I do not have a roof rake.
(But I am glad I have a tin roof)!

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So, until that falls the porch steps will remain under about 3' of snow... When that melts, if those steps are not clear, it will try to leak into the basement.
Not sure why it does this, but all of Caseys things are down there. So, I will go out in the old shed and try to dig out a pallet or two... just in case.
I still have all that rummage stuff to finish up. Maybe I can do some of that too!
It is already in the upper 30's ...

Punk is more than a bit gimpy today; (still from her tussle with the child gate in the back entrance I suppose).
I shall restart the Rimadyl for her.

She loves icicles too!

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Looks much like an ice cream headache to me!!!

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So I am off to chip and plow a bit more!

Hope you are having a "wunnaful" weekend!

XOXO
Anne

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Sunday March 2, 2008 - 09:02am (CST)

Wet Hens; and A Can of Worms...

Wet Hens; and A Can of Worms...

Good Monday Morning!
(Perhaps I should just say "Good Grief")...
hehehe
Once more, (ad nauseum if need be), I am not much of a political person.
But I will defend any persons right to have and hold dear their own beliefs and values.

More importantly, I have even less respect for anyone who castrates, belittles, or condemns another person for his/her same beliefs.

I am not sure how many of you have chanced to see the comments on my top page. I shall put them chronologically here for you now...

First, from Grandma Rosy, (completely UNsolicited on my part I might add);
"people just don't get it. You're friend John T. is a professed "Redneck" he says so himself. But not just that he is deadly prejudice. Its his way or no way!! I use to be on his page but got ashamed for people to see me there." end quote...

Then, as Miss Connie, (aka "Beep"), posted in John T's defense...
"Being a redneck is not a bad thing.. Being redneck is all about family, commitment, honor, morals and loyalty. I am proud I am redneck.. as John is proud he is a redneck.. Yes John is set in his ways.. but I have seen him more than once change his mind if shown a reasonable arguement." end quote...

Lastly, from John T himself,
"I don't like to do this but I feel I must respond to Grandma Rosy.
Tell the truth Rosy. You love Illegals and Radical Islamist.
You are also a COWARD you like to start things but close your page so nobody can answer and disagree with you.
You could not take the HEAT so you got out of the kitchen, kinda, you come like a "thief" in the night then "slink" back to the safety of your CLOSED BLOG." end quote...

I have many friends on my list of people here.

Much like my life, my friends and family here reflect and represent a very diverse, varied, and heterogeneous selection of life outside of Flintville.
Gee, not even all of them know how to shoot a gun. Yet they respect the fact that I know, and can! (And if they don't they'd better)!
hehehe

ANYWAY... back to my friends...

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  Obviously, with respect to my counts and #'s I have many "slurkers".
  (For the purpose of this blog, these people will not count).
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  Many of my friends do not ever comment, or even let me know they were here.
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  Some do so, sporadically, at best.
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  Others are completely faithful; leaving comments, love, and letters, in my inbox daily.

*Yes, I am guilty of ALL of the above. But this blog is not about me.

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Connie and John T. fall under that last 'faithful' place in my 360.
And in a very faithful place in my heart; as well as many others of you do.

Connie is very humorous and we share a basic love of life, no matter what it has thrown our way.
We are survivors with a sense of humor to boot.

John is also very humorous, and can be somber, sober, straightforward, and serious.
He is very "old school" that way. And I applaud him for much of that point of view.
(It is my belief that if more kids were raised old school, we, as a society, would have FAR less problems with them).

He is also very Republican, and I try not to hold that against him.
hehehe (I just had to add that)!

Note to Grandma Rosy,
Since your page, your blog, your quick comments and your mailbox are all CLOSED, you have left me no option but to respond to you here.

I think "I" don't get it...
You will have to explain this better
(And most preferably on an eight~year~old~level; as the meds I am currently on seem to have reduced my power of comprehension).

Personally, I have disagreed with John T's point of view many times, and have never felt ashamed to be on or near his page.

I am Native American.
If he was really prejudiced, do you think I would have even been allowed in?
I believe a truly prejudiced person would not have anything to do with me.

You have called John T. prejudiced. (And deathly? at that). Yikes! YOKES!!!

The dictionary defines PREJUDICE as:
"An adverse judgment or opinion formed beforehand or without knowledge or examination of the facts."

John T has generally cited references in his posts.
(I am now assuming he does this for obvious reasons).

Whereas that same dictionary cites SHAME as:
"A painful emotion caused by a strong sense of guilt, embarrassment, unworthiness, or disgrace."

(I am assuming you have chosen that word for obvious reasons as well).

Lest you misunderstand me in any way, shape, or form; I also have a very Left~Wing wonderful friend within my list of friends here.
Much like John T., she is a very joyous and happy person.

If you will take the time to read the link included in my blast, you will learn that I can embrace all differences, and that I generally practice what I preach.
Again, here is that link for you. CLICK HERE.

If you take issue with the "Redneck" definition, I shall repost that definition in my comments section below.

Should you care to read about my own humble opinions regarding illegal immigrants, please take a minute to CLICK HERE.
(I believe I can be quite straightforward too).
I also believe that one is entitled "Churlish and Unpleasant"...

And perhaps it is time for me to get off of my own little soapbox.
Methinks I need to be putting out a few more trailers of chips. We have snow now on top of all that ice in the yard.

Now, if any of you are having any problems with anyone, please let me know!
I believe that's what friends are for!

Have a wonderful Monday!

XOXO
Anne

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originally posted in my Y!360 Monday March 3, 2008 - 07:24am (CST) 196

...Carpe Fookin' 'Rodens'

...Carpe Fookin' "Rodens"

Subtitled: "Punk to The Rescue"

Good Morning All;

I thought yesterday might provide me with a solitary morning of tearing my house even further apart; as Casey had remained in town Sunday Evening, not feeling well.
She had made an appointment at the clinic to see her doctor yesterday afternoon.

And so began my day of upheaval and cleaning; washing, drying, (and throwing many small "puppies" out each time I cleared out the dryer screen).

Yes, I turned over the chairs, and removed even more little balls of fur from under them. I ripped off all of the furniture throws ~to be cleaned, or tossed- (at any rate, replaced).

But I began with the entrance, knowing that Miss Millicent will be coming back inside these next few nights.
I shook the rugs, washed them, vacuumed out there, (and collected more "puppies")...

Punk does not like the vacuum, and sits on the couch, watching out the window for her rabbits to feed. And waiting for me to finish up. I have the child gate up so that Miss Milly and her baby girl do not have access to the basement or the back entrance. Too much dog food, cat food, bird seed... (Well, you get the picture).

One of the rugs in the entrance was quite beyond help, and so I headed to the basement. This, where Sputnik, (the cat) had been playing all morning. (At one point I even heard him playing with the frisbee)? True story. Guess he doesn't like the vacuum either.

As I walk down to the basement, sure enough, there is a frisbee lying in my way.

Do I bend down and pick it up?
Nope.
I am on a mission, so I simply step over it. (I also step over a somewhat frumpled up rug at the bottom of the steps).

First thought as I get to the basement is that someone, someday, somehow, MUST clean the danged litterbox out... pew!
But not me.
Not right now anyway.
I am on a mission...

Digging through my mess in the basement, I find no acceptable rugs for the landing in the entrance. (I need one there that has a rubber backing to it, or someone is going to go @ss over teakettles and kill themselves as they fly backward off the concrete steps).

AHA!
Wait!
Yes, I did just step over one slightly frumpled rug a moment ago.

I retrace my steps to check the backing on that one.
I bend over to snatch the frumpled rug up.

And I hear a very loud scream. !

Immediately, from upstairs, I hear Miss Punk yelp, (almost like someone has stepped on her paw).

WTH???

And then I hear the fast thudding and thumping of her paws over my head as she comes racing to my rescue.

MY rescue???
(Oh wait, yes, that WAS me that screamed)!

When I had picked up the rug, underneath it was either a dead, (or very comatose) mole/mouse.
(Well, WHATEVER the heck it was did NOT belong hiding under a rug, in my house)!

As you already know, I am not afraid of these varmints, just that they have a tendency to startle the bejeezus out of me.
(And when the bejeezus left me, out had come the scream)...

To which Punk had valiantly responded.

As she got to the childs gate, (that up until the varmint scream had kept her in the front entrance), she actually hurdled the darned thing- Almost completely sailing over it, turning in mid~air, and running down the steps to the basement.

With one fell swoop she was on the beast -and carried it up the steps, away from me.

(Please keep in mind that this all happened in about 6½ seconds)...

Getting myself then to the top of the steps, I found a needle nose pliers, and removed the vile thing from my saviors jaws.

The Punkster got double treats for that one!

And yes, BOTH the rug and the creature are in the dumpster.
Garbage comes tomorrow.

Here's hoping you have a rodent free day!

XOXO
Me

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Originally posted at Yahoo! 360 Tuesday February 26, 2008 - 08:33am (CST) 234

Intaxication

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Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize that it was your money to start with.

Snow~Shine!

Snow~Shine!

Good Morning ALL!

Yes, the sun was shining so brightly yesterday! I went out and chipped away at the stubborn ice on the concrete... Little by little it is disappearing. I plowed the yard a bit more; removing the top, loosened by the sun, layer, so that maybe more can go away today. (I have YET to find any gravel under anything that I plow up).
Casey even came out for a while and move a bunch of snow and ice from the corner of the house. I tried to dig it out with the plow, from underneath, but it wouldn't budge.

We seriously need about a week of this wonderful sunshine. Sadly though, according to the forecast this morning, it will be about a week before we see another ray...

My good intentions of hanging out the laundry on the line were also a bit thwarted by Mother Nature.

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Am glad I happened to check it out before I stripped all of the beds too!

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My clothesline MORE than a bit inaccessible...

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The Punk (being the sweetie that she is), offered to help me out...

Saying she'd dig it all out for me!

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But I don't think she was really prepared for how deep it really was!

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And she just kept going deeper!
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So then it was time to clear the yard a bit. As I was doing so, I realized that this pup was spending a very long time behind a snowbank... And would look up every now and then like she was checking on me...

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Seems to me she was hiding SOMEthing,
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And then one time, she didn't lay down quite far enough...

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Hmmm....
Definitely something in her mouth!

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I called her out of there to see what she had.

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She KNEW she was going to lose that one.
It's a Devils Claw seed pod. (I save them year to year).

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She tried to drop it and it actually got stuck on her face.
I laughed so hard!
(I think she thought I had something to do with that)!!!

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I think she was also mad at me for the rest of the day too...
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How pitiful is THAT?

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Not much other news...

I do see that other peoples "groups" have magically reappeared on their top pages...
Mine have not yet come back.
But I do see that my top page feeds have updated. KNOCK ON WOOD...

But my tags on the left of my blog do not work... Do yours?

My highlighted blogs on the right seem to be working though.

Is our beloved 360 ready then to be overhauled?
Or are they doing this new "transition" a little bit at a time?
...Like we won't notice?
Yeah, like when they made me disappear????
knocking on wood again...

I hope you are all having a wonderful Monday!

Casey called about 2 this morning- She was in some major pain.
That said, I'd better get my backside outside, and get the kennel taken care of so if she goes in early I can tag along...

Love to all!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted on my Yahoo! 360, Monday February 25, 2008 - 08:06am (CST) 09

Full Moon amd Freezie Temps

Entry for February 24, 2008

These will be your Christmas trees in years to come!
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Good Sun-ny-day Morning to ALL;
It is with GREAT pleasure that I tell you the sun is shining brightly already, and the mercury is even headed for over 30 degrees today!

~Say "YAY"!

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Another day of these temps and sunshine, and the roads will be much safer too!

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It has been a long week for me.
Times like these, I feel as though I have somehow lost time- At least a few days with respect to my head.
Am feeling 'nermuller' today though!

Greg and Casey braved the weather, (a record setting low for us that night), to watch the lunar eclipse...

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As it rose high in the sky...

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And as it turned into a fuzzy giant apricot !!!

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Not too much other news today...

 I shall try to capitalize on the warmer temps and maybe even get a few loads of linens washed and hung on the line to dry.
What a MOST welcomed smell as I bring them in and make the beds this afternoon!

Miss Milly will be very happy to be able to stay outside tonight!
I will be happy also, not having to listen to her try to whine her way back out...

And maybe Punk won't be sinking quite as deep in the snow as she has for the past (forever).
Or so it seems.

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Yes, I had my snowshoes on.
There is simply no other way to go for a walk right now...
if I wish to remain somewhat dry, that is,
and if I wish to walk anyplace but the yard.

Notice too that there is still another foot or so below where she is trying to stand.

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Hopefully, the next snowstorm that we had been warned about a few days back will track another route instead of dumping another foot of snow on us tomorrow evening.
We shall see...
And while I am sure that all of my friends down Milwaukee way have had enough snow too, my back thanks you all profusely for taking the brunt of this storm away from us up here.

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Love to all!
Have a great Sunday!!!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Yahoo! 360 Sunday February 24, 2008 - 08:05am (CST)  38

Birthday

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Jul 6, '08

LLR "Loud Little Rag"

LLRR

FLINTVILLE, UNINCORPORATED

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Good Morning All;

I am "mostly" back to normal (whatever THAT is), with respect to my head.
I am still feeling so very tired and mush~brained from taking that Topamax. And I hope to heck that feeling goes away soon.
Half the time I don't even go from one rational thought to another.

Hey, Wanna ride bikes?
See?
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OK.
So it's not that bad, but heck, it sure seems that way...

Casey did bring me in for a shot on Tuesday. To the Oneida clinic to save a few dollars.
I do not have a standing order there, but thought I would try anyway. I have gone in there twice in the past two years for a shot. At least it is free there.
I had gotten in right away, an appointment with a physicians assistant (This, because my own doctor was off until Thursday).
The kindly nurse that checked me in got me into a dark and quiet room right away, took my blood pressure, and before she left, turned the lights off for me. Casey was also in the room with me...

The little lady PA came in; (with a loud mouth and an attitude to boot).
She asked me when my migraine had begun.
Pulling away from her loud voice I told her it had begun the day before at the eye doctor appointment I'd had.
She asked, "And so WHY didn't we hear from you then?"

Thinking perhaps she would take her cue from me and lower her tone, I quietly replied, "Because I never call right away. Sometimes they go away."

Thumbing through my chart, this Loud Little Rag asks me what I had taken for it.

**I told her I had taken hydrocodone when it had started because I had nothing else along with me when I was at the eye doctor. No relief there.

**I had taken the Maxalt when I got home. No relief. (And please recall from my other blog that I should not be taking the Maxalt along with the Paxil because of the possibility of dangerously high blood pressure~ I did NOT take the Paroxetine (Paxil) that night then)...

**I had tried the Ascomp. Little relief, but not lasting more than an hour.

The Loud Little Rag asks loudly have I ever seen a neurologist?
Yes.
When?
I tell her it was 4 years ago.
Who?
I think, and honestly cannot remember the lady doctors name.
I tell LLR that I cannot remember.
She demands to know why.
And I tell her that because when I had left that office on Riverside Drive, I had a voice mail waiting for me. My sister had just been diagnosed with a Grade Three, Stage IIIc Breast Cancer, and if she thought that one doctors name would be more important than that voice message then she was dead wrong.

She asked a few more questions. (Mostly Casey answered).
I told her quietly that she was being very, very, loud.
Sarcastically she replies, "Well, I am very, very, sorry."

Does she lower her voice?
Not one bit.

She then asked me about my panic attacks, proclaiming that she 'noticed' that I had these headaches after a panic episode...
Note that she has had her nose in my chart for all of about 4 minutes!
(Damn. She's good)!
Sorry. I refuse to speak with ANYone about my anxiety attacks, save for my own doctor...
(This pisses her off).
Oh well.
But, at any rate, my migraines do NOT follow, precede, or accompany my anxiety attacks.

These are two separate and distinct matters.
Twit.
(No. I did not say any of these nasty things out loud, though both Casey and myself grew hard pressed not to).

Pissed, she then asked me how often I went to the ER for my migraines.
I told her I never go there because I have no insurance.

At that point I have been up since midnight, fighting off this incredible nausea, wearing my little sunnies in my dark house.
I cannot go back to sleep because my brain even hurts with each breath I take, let alone try to sleep while there is WWIII going on inside my skull.
My guts are also joining in on the action because I had taken the Maxalt and guts do NOT like Maxalt. (Suffice it to say that with Maxalt, one needs absolutely NO fiber in their diet).

And this woman thinks she can make my day worse?

Sadly, yes she can.
And she did.

She left the room.
Returning with... a Maxalt!
WHAT???
I looked at her, (best I could with the xray light on), and told her no.

She was even more furious by then.

And I quietly throw out my last card...
"You ARE aware that Maxalt is contraindicated in persons taking Paroxetine, aren't you?"
She looked at me, madder than hell, and said, "I will tell Dr. Flood that you are refusing treatment."

Do what you have to do.

Yes, the story goes on some. And I am ever so thankful that Casey was there to answer questions when I didn't even want to hear that ladys voice any more. Didn't want to answer, and just wanted to die...

Suffice it to say that I was then offered some toradol.
The good doctor Flood that was there stated to Casey (after she'd hunted him down), that he "refuses to allow his patients to dictate their own course of treatment".

She showed him pointing out IN MY CHART, exactly HOW I had been treated both of those other times.
He dismissed her quite as one would a pest of a child.
Not even offering to treat my nausea.

Uh~Oh
By that time, Casey is more royally pissed than I am...

But I did end up leaving there, and within minutes being treated at the other place where I usually go. (No stupid, prying, or loud, and incessant questions asked either).
I believe that the simple act of human kindness that they show me there actually brought me close to tears.

Within minutes my nausea was brought under control, replaced by an annoying bit of heartburn.
The head takes a while longer to 'heal' and to stop hurting, but at the very least it was relieved much by the hypo.

In the meantime, Casey had scheduled me an appointment to go speak with my regular physician yesterday morning and to clue him in on how I was treated.
I managed to keep that appointment too.
Amazingly, he told me who to write to.

Now I have only one question...
What would YOU say to them?
Please let me know. I thank you in advance...

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted at Yahoo! 360 Friday February 22, 2008 - 07:49am (CST)

"St00pid" IS 'Phunny'! ...er, Ain't It?

 

Hi ALL;
Late today, and am cheating by using an email that I have seen before (and laughed at too)!

These are reportedly real absentee excuses sent to the schools and apparently written by the parents.

I am unsure if there are a few screws loose, or if there is an obvious problem with alcohol, drugs, (or DNA).

Hmmm. I am also thinking that somebodys kids really are getting left behind...

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My son is under a doctor's care and should not take PE today.
Please execute him.

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Please exkuce lisa for being absent she was sick and i had her shot.

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Dear school: please ecsc's john being absent on jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 and also 33.

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Please excuse gloria from jim today. She is administrating.

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Please excuse roland from p.e. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.

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John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.

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Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part.

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Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.

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Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side.

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Please excuse ray friday from school. He has very loose vowels.

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Pleaseexcuse Lesli from being absent yesterday. She had diahre dyrea direathe the shits.

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Please excuse tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea, and his boots leak.

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Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.

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Please excuse jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.

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I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because i don't know what size she wear.

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Please excuse jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it monday. We thought it was sunday.

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Sally won't be in school a week from friday. We have to attend her funeral.

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My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the marines.

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Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.

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Please excuse mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.

21.
Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.

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Please excuse brenda. She has been sick and under the doctor.

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Maryann was absent december 11-16, because she had a fever, sorethroat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever an sore throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.

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Say it isn't so...   

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted on my Yahoo 360, Thursday February 21, 2008 - 01:21pm (CST)

Churlish and Unpleasant...

Churlish and Unpleasant...

The title describes me today...

(You HAVE been warned).

Good Morning All;
As you well know, I rarely get political. I neither consider myself Republican nor Democrat. (Does that mean I am not a "party person")?!? hehehe

But I do have a few words to say today since it is Wisconsins Primary.

#1.
I would re-elect Bill Clinton 100 times before I would ever vote for Hilary. Something about that broad just rubs this broad the wrong way...

(Special NOTE to readers: There is no Number TWO).

I believe that the BEST candidate for the job will be the one that will:

~Make (and keep) our borders safe. Land, sea, and air.
(Bring the troops home in a timely fashion and have them protect US).
Let other countries kill themselves. May the best one win.
(Redneck? You betcha)!

~Feed and treat our own children before sending ANY of our homegrown food or medications overseas.
(Hello WASHINGTON, our American children are starving and sick, what the hell are you doing in Africa)?

~Ensure that ALL medical care goes ONLY to AMERICAN CITIZENS, and that others (including legal, but alien, college students) pay their own way as our forefathers did.
(Are you still in Africa for cryin' out loud)?

~Ensure that any/all ILLEGALS BE SENT BACK.
(Buses and boats, baby; nothing cushy)...

~Any alien committing a felony gets sent back immediately.
No trial. No questions asked. Immediate deportation.
(Behave or be gone).

~Ensure that FEMA helps, but does NOT give permanent free rides to anyone for any reason.
(Nuff said).

~Screw all imports.
(We don't need them. See above. Put those people to work).

~Pay our educators exactly what they are worth. And make them prove their value first.
(Sorry GW, there are WAY too many children left behind already)...

~Did I forget to mention with a deep sense of GREEN?

If anyone knows who fills this bill, kindly let me know.
You have a couple of hours while I go out and plow the damned snow. (Or "nosw")...

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So yes, "HAVE IT YOUR WAY."
hehehe

Just get out there and VOTE!

Exercise your right to vote,
your civil duty;
OR,
Forfeit your right to whine about it...

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It is currently 1 teeny tiny little degree below zero.
I am not sure about the windchill; nor do I want to know.
My snowbanks are so HUGE already... Don't know where it will all go if we don't get a few melting days soon.

Hmm...
Yes, I went to the eye doctor yesterday.
I didn't get good news... but I didn't necessarily get really 'bad' news either.
I did however, get a biotch of a migraine...
I will fill you all in later on all of that.

I'd better get my butt in gear.
First, the dishes... To warm me up good before I go outside.

Have a great day!

Love to all

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted on my Yahoo 360 Tuesday February 19, 2008 - 06:57am (CST)