Woofstock: 2011

Spending the Weekend out with the dogs is great fun for friends, family and of course the dogs. There are plenty of activities for the dogs and their masters. There was the dock dog competition, which is where the dogs run and jump into water and are measured how far they jump. It was a great for the dogs on this hot day. They also had sheep herding demonstrations. I think the kids liked that the most. There were tents set ups for dog products and services. Dog sitter services, grave site markers, tee-shirts and treats of all kinds. Not to mention horse painting where you can actually finger paint on a horse. The there was plenty of food to eat for the humans…lol The best for me was that I was able to get my schnauzer microchiped for 20 bucks just in case he ever gets lost. This usually is 30-40 bucks. It is a microchip they place under the skin that can be detected at vets and animal shelters. That way they can get information to let you know they found your dog. There was also a fly ball competition and a pet parade. We did the pet parade. We didn’t place in any of the competition classes but we did get in the paper. Well the dog did…and my leg. So I guess my leg is famous now….hehehe
My baby with his bandana on.

Teenage Truths

I know that the world is different that it was 10 years ago.  I knew that kids were having sex at a alarmingly younger age.  What I didn’t realize was just how mean some of them are.  Had the 13yr old female come in because she might have been gang raped.  13!  What the hell.  So I have to go in to the exam room because the male doctor needs a chaperone to keep everyone honest.  I knew it was a possible rape but I did not expect to see this child close to my daughters age.  She was dressed in her hospital gown with this look of fear.  When the doctor asked what happen this is what she told us.  She went to spend the night at her friends house and apparently she didn’t know that there wasn’t going to be any parents there.  Let alone a party. The mother who looked mortified just repeated…she was spending the night at a friends house a sleep over…she looked like she was going to burst into tears.  The child, babe yes child because she is far from an adult states I was drinking just like everyone else and woke up with my pants around my ankles.  She states she hadn’t had sex before and wasn’t sure if she was raped.  She didn’t think she was.  Under her gown was in black permanent marker from her chest down to her privates smiley’s, dike, slut and many other foul language and pictures.  Who could be so cruel to do this to a child but other children.  What is wrong with kids today.  I was almost in tears with the mother.  I just don’t get it.  The mother was mortified and in shock.  She knew the parents and just assumed that this was a “normal” sleep over.  I was so upset that I probably spent a hour lecturing my children about underage drinking and being safe.  Please remember to talk to your kids start early before they get to that teenage age.  You know the age where they do listen to you.  I hope those kids get into trouble and I hope nothing happened.  But its in the court system now.

Mistaken Identity

Well  I shall warn my readers there is some graphic pictures that I have found on Google to help with my story.  So don’t read any further if you’re a queasy one. This was a wake up call that not everything is as it seems.  Plus a wake up call for me.  Here goes  There was an evening that a lady came in.  We were told that we needed to triage a OB patient because one of the nurses on OB couldn’t come down at this time.  So when I went to see the patient I was shocked to see that there was no way that she was pregnant.  Why you ask?  Well let’s just say I was hoping she wasn’t.  I asked her are you the pregnant patient?  She replied no.  So I blew it off like someone else must have gotten her.  I asked her what her chief complaint was.  Duh can’t you see?  Course I could see she was orange, her eyes were yellow and her stomach on the frame of a 110 person was a huge “pregnant” looking stomach.  I was astounded in the size of the patient stomach who apparently was suffering from Ascites. After obtaining her history of end stage liver disease due to alcoholism and drug use.  Some would say great another user…but this was my wake up call.  I was upset that the doctor just wanted to get her out of her as fast as he could.  The lack of compassion really grind my gears.  No insurance, No doctor would touch her.  So with the history of drug use no pain meds.  She appear more than 9 months pregnant.  Carrying all that extra fluid would be painful.  She would laugh about the size of her stomach only to cry again because she was hurting.  I understand that she would never qualify for a donor.  But the only way this patient could get relief was alcohol.  She was drunk.  She was a hopeless case that pulled at my heart strings.  There with no one to comfort her because she had burned all her bridges, I listened to her confess her problems and her pains.  I wanted to cry right along with her.  I don’t know what caused her to keep using and drinking till she looked like this… but I do know  I will try to be a little more compassionate to those that drug seek.  Maybe just listen a little more and try to convince these doctors they need treatment not 5 lortabs to get the out of the ER faster.
*image provided by google search

Alcohol: it's what's for dinner

Well apparently some men cannot live without alcohol.  Of course this family always points to other members in the family because they are the “alcoholics” and the accusers are not.  No matter how much education that I have I apparently have no clue what constitutes as an alcoholic.  So blogger buddies…tell me what you think is an alcoholic?  Because I am at my wits end with this family of drunks.  One hides his booze and think no one knows that he drinks.  The other likes to raid his stash to get drink his alcohol or visits each of the family drunks to get his alcohol because heaven forbid he buy it himself. There’s another who’s girlfriend is at fault that why he drinks even more.  Now mind you she is a drunk too because many of us have had to “stop by” and pick her arse up out of the floor because she got too drunk to stand.  Not that she could walk well in the first place.  But the one that chaps my ass the most.  Is the one that doesn’t drink hard liquor.  He drinks at least 6 beers to 9 a day.  Heaven forbid its his day off because he will start at 10am and not figure out why I get pissed that it’s a little to early don’t ya think?  But what do I know?  I only see the drunks in the ER, the causes of too much alcohol over the years, the wonderful people they end up with because the smart people left their ass a long time ago.  So quit bitching that we might leave you and cheat on you.  We won’t be leaving for that reason. We are going to leave you because you cheated on us with alcohol.  You know the thing you can’t live without.  It’s the first thing on your lips in the morning and the last on you way to bed.  We are tired of the beer breath and that can glued to your hand. Sick of you not remembering conversations from the night before or just being plain mean.  We are fed up with your excuses.  Great it tastes good whoop dee do.  I love brownies but I don’t eat a pan of them every night.

ER Red Flags

Okay so I follow this great blog called emergency-room-nurse  who wrote her red flags.  I feel that she missed a few and I wanted to add my red flags…any other nurses out there that can add some feel free.  Please click on that site to see the original RED FLAGS IN THE ER.
Red flags in the ER:
1) You are allergic to Tylenol , Motrin, Ultram, Ultracet, Toradol and pretty much any non narcotic drugs.
2) You tell the nurse you have a diagnosis of pseudo seizures  which if you were smart enough would realize that means false seizures or to us a big seizure faker.
3.)  You have had this issue for a year and just now at 3am decided to visit the ER
4) We saw your brother yesterday for Opioid withdrawal and you share the same address.  (hmm did your supplier get busted?)
5) You bring your own bag lunch
6) You ask or tell me that we don’t need to run a drug screen on you.
7) We run a drug screen and you tell us someone must have spiked your drink
8) Because of the 1000 times you have been  to the ER it causes my computer to take 10 mins to pull it all up or it just crashes from the stress.
9)  The ER nurse knows you by face and can put your name and birthday and most of your history without you even talking.
10) You tell me how the last 2 other ERs that you have been to for this problem don’t know their butt from a hole in the ground.
11) You know my name without looking at my name badge.
12)  You request your meds by name.  I can’t take Zofran because it doesn’t work but 25mg of Phenergan works…or hmm I don’t like Toradol makes me feel funny.  Last time I was here 2mg of Dilaudid worked real well.

13) Your relatives or friends are in rooms 12 and 13.

14) You tell us you’re a 10 on the pain scale but your texting and talking on the phone
15) And last but not least…you tell me you refuse to see these list of doctors because they don’t ever do anything for you.
So that is my red flags if you come into my ER

Book Review: May

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By Stephen King
Now mind you I have loved Stephen Kings Original works.  Not His Bachman era but his Carrie, the Shining type of work.  But when I heard that he just wrote a book about zombie like people.  Hell yea that’s right up my alley.  In this book Mr. King doesn’t disappoint.   His tendency to over describe scenes is perfect in this type of novel.  Imagine talking on the phone to your mom and suddenly the  “pulse” occurs and you’re an angry yelling maniac trying to kill everyone in your path.  This was a great read.  A little slow in the beginning but it picks up to the point you have to stay up till 330am to finish the book.  If you like a apocalyptic or zombie books run out and get out a copy.  I give this book
   for a great read and zombie book.

Back of the book:
“When the Nazis invaded Hungary in 1944, they sent virtually the entire Jewish population to Auschwitz. A Jew and a medical doctor, the prisoner Dr. Miklos Nyiszli was spared death for a grimmer fate: to perform "scientific research" on his fellow inmates under the supervision of the man who became known as the infamous "Angel of Death" - Dr. Josef Mengele. Nyiszli was named Mengele's personal research pathologist. In that capacity he also served as physician to the Sonderkommando, the Jewish prisoners who worked exclusively in the crematoriums and were routinely executed after four months. Miraculously, Nyiszli survived to give this horrifying and sobering account.”
Dr. Mengele one of the infamous Doctors during the holocaust. Know for his horrid experiments done on prisoners of Auschwitz.  This book is about the Jewish Doctor who had to assist Dr. Mengele in his “scientific research”  even though he knew he was a criminal doctor. It was amazing just horrid this camp was and just how easily this man could have been killed in camp.  The monstrosities he had to endure to come out “alive”.  If you read holocaust memoir then this is one to add to your reading collection.

Feel free to tell me what your reading…and you score.  I love hearing about great books to read.

Vacation, Laziness, HMMM donuts

Yes so I am suppose to be on this great diet.  You know so I can wear this stupid bikini my hubby wants me to wear.  Now mind you I could be 200lbs over weight and he would still want me in a bikini.  Men…
So Like I said on my last post about being on vacation…when your on vacation your diet goes out the window.  Which is not good considering this isn’t my big vacation…the beach one where you really don’t want to be fat.  I have done no exercising and my diet HA!  here is a pic…

Yea see one is even missing in the pic.  I have ate 4 of these little bastards…the evil devil made me do it.
   I would call the crack but starbucks already takes the cake on that one.

So here it is 2 days till my vacation is up and I can about guarantee when I go back to work to weigh on the scales I will have gained 10 lbs.  So I have 3 weeks to get some of this chub off me.  Ugh.  Hmm maybe I could become bulimic.  You know so I can eat and hmm taste the donut goodness…but it won’t turn into fat.  Too bad I like the enamel on my teeth and the lining of my esophagus…plus not a big fan of puke.
Ah to be the size of a twig and be able to eat what I want when I want.

Ps when dieting why is it your big boobs go first? I would be happy to keep the ass and boobs..just lose the gut…sheesh

oh and btw I was looking for a pic for diet boobs..don’t ever key that in google..lol you find things like this…



Don’t do it…there are worse ones.

MS and Disability Bullpoopie

Watching my dad lose his job because he cannot cognitively do it any more is depressing.  He has lost his ability to ride his motorcycle.  There are days he cannot stand for long periods or even walk without a limp.  Yet when he goes to the doctors they tell him he is not disabled enough.  He cannot work in hot temperature or he passes out, cold temperature or his legs don’t work. But the icing that took the cake?  When he went to the doctors to take the cognitive test.  They told him that they would not trust him with money or multitasking.  Which still means he is still not that bad off yet.  Excuse me…what effin job doesn’t require multitasking?  I am pretty sure even McDonald requires that.  But what infuriates me more is watching my tax dollars hard at work in the ER.  The countless people who come into the ER for stupid crap.  Like coughs and colds that they have had for a month.  Cysts that have been there for a year.  Then you have the “suicide” people who just want some attention.  Not all but some.  But what makes me want to choke the healthcare more is that they don’t want to burden the country with too many people on disability.  HUH?  You mean don’t give disability to the man who has work almost 50 years of his life, fought for this country and doesn’t want disability for the check.  Just the ability to be classified as disabled to be able to get help from the disability rehab people. So he can be pair with a job he can do. When he tells a jobs he applies for he has Multiple Sclerosis he doesn’t get hired because he is a liability.  So he needs disability to survive and get a job he can do.  He has put his dues (taxes) in so where is his help? But Obama and this wonderful government  won’t give him help but will give disability to a person who has never worked a day in their life just because they can’t deal with life?  WTF.  Hey jackass…why don’t you cut back on the assholes we scan 15 times in 3 months.  Because nothing is wrong they just want to be shot up full of free narcotics paid for by todays tax payers.  Thanks for the wonderful healthcare!
MS is a disability

Motorcycle Adventures: ouch

So I am finally on vacation hence all the new blog posts.  I spent my first 2 days on a motorcycle ride with the old man.  Here are some cool pics of my rides.  We did 180 miles one day and 160 the other.
It’s amazing just how beautiful the world is when you take time to enjoy it.

Start of my ride.

blue ridge parkway


Boone, NC


Mast General store Since 1883
here their site: Mast General Store

I love old barns
Burkes Gardens

My other love.  Old general stores.  Especial original ones.  Of course the penny candy is gone..but most will have soda is bottles.  Nothing like swinging on the porch swing with a cold Dr Pepper and candy bar. YUM




Alpaca’s

Camels

Ice Cream Break- big walker mountain



So that was my ride.  Oh Yea here is my battle scars from the bike ride.  I was stung by a bee about 5 times before I could beat it to death riding 55mile an hour…lovely right?

Bullies and Bullshit part 1

So if I haven’t mentioned it before the school system isn’t great here in redneck land.  I am constantly putting up with my kids getting bullied.  My oldest was shoved up against a black board.  My youngest slammed up against a brick wall.  Which I had 2 x-rays done because the bruising and swelling was so bad.   The kid got one day of in school suspension because apparently the other parent threw a fit.  The parent even sat down and the kids lunch table to bad mouth my kid.  By stating she was faking it.  How the hell do you fake blue and purple marks?  Let alone the swollen hand. The school counselor is wanting the children to be friends.  I am sorry I do not agree with her methods.  Yes they should be courteous with each other.  But this girl even calls the house to harass her.
I have asked the teachers every year to keep me updated on my oldest progress and let me know if we are starting to have grade issues.  I never hear anything until the report card comes out.  By then its to late.  I have asked please let me know what she is having issues with.  For example I see the D on her report card in math but have no idea what part she is having trouble with.  How am I suppose to help her with her problem areas with out some direction from the teacher?  Where are the teachers?  If they report any problems they are considered tattling.  Where is the no bully policy? 
Even band is an issue.  We paid for my daughter band shirt and never received the size we paid for.  She is like a 7 in little girls and they gave her a 3XL.  The band director never has the band concerts information available for me until 2 weeks till or less.  They receive their music later than other band students who are from the bigger school they merge with. Also never informed of items needed for in school concerts. I put my daughter in band to learn an instrument and she should get the same amount of attention as those from the main school.  I cannot be at the school to help my oldest.  I leave the education of my children to the teachers but unfortunately the teachers there don’t take their job seriously.  The have my telephone number, address and email yet I am never updated on my eldest progress.  I am trying to switch them to another school that participates in the homework online program where I can access and see what homework they have and their grades.  Also I am not impressed with Mr. P and his retake the test method.  If the children all are all failing the test then the teacher is not teaching it the first time.  Teaching the kids that they can just retake will not help them in future education institutions.  He also speaks inappropriate and unprofessional to the students. For example:  why by the whole cow when the milk is free.
Not to mention allowing them to get extra lunches when I specifically told them not to because they pack their lunch.  I am still paying off a 200 dollar bill.  Which they waiting months to inform me of.  I have talked to the principle and teachers over the last 4 years and nothing is improving.  This year was the last straw and both my children have asked me to see if I can get them transfer. .especially after my oldest art sketch pad was damaged from an older girl putting mustaches on pictures and writing you’re a dike on it.  What’s worse?  The stupid kid admitted to it.  The teacher just ignore it.  Told her just to ignore it. GRRRR
I really would like to choke the parents of these hoodlums.