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[Ringel05]

Had one of those afternoon "naps", 3 hours, woke up less sleepy but more exhausted and befuddled than when I laid down. Of course that meant I was a complete bear for about an hour........

Ringel, I had a dream about you last night.

Don't tell WQ........ :eusa-whistle:

 

[Sherry]

Had one of those afternoon "naps", 3 hours, woke up less sleepy but more exhausted and befuddled than when I laid down. Of course that meant I was a complete bear for about an hour........

Ringel, I had a dream about you last night.

Don't tell WQ........ :eusa-whistle:

It was bizarre...I pulled into your driveway and your wife and you were getting out of a white van. As I approached, you were talking to my dad about a new home that you'd just started constructing on the lot next to your current home. Weird.

 

[Ringel05]

Had one of those afternoon "naps", 3 hours, woke up less sleepy but more exhausted and befuddled than when I laid down. Of course that meant I was a complete bear for about an hour........

Ringel, I had a dream about you last night.

Don't tell WQ........ :eusa-whistle:

It was bizarre...I pulled into your driveway and your wife and you were getting out of a white van. As I approached, you were talking to my dad about a new home that you'd just started constructing on the lot next to your current home. Weird.

Where I currently live the only "open lot" next to the house would be the street....... Something tells me the city might have a problem with that.....
Probably means you want a new house.

 

[blackhawk]

 

[Ernie S.]

She will pick up on your anxiety. She is your granny.

My dad had a heart attack. I said the same thing you did. I didn't want to see him like that. So I didn't. When he survived and came home, he asked me why I never came to see him. I told him I didn't want to see him that way. He cried. He said he looked for me every day and I never came.

That was over 40 years ago. I still feel bad.

My dad was dying of prostate cancer and I really REALLY wanted to remember the guy who could out work me when he was 75 and I was just 42. I decided that I needed to get off by myself for a while and for some reason just kept heading north. I rode from Miami to SW Connecticut in 2 days and spent 2 weeks with my dad and my sister. I met my great niece for the first time spent time with my kids and my nephews.
I had to carry dad back into the house one day and THAT tore me up inside.

We talked for hours and I grew comfortable with the ultimate loss of my last parent.

He passed away 2 weeks after I returned to Florida.

I started out horribly uncomfortable, but I'm damned glad I got up there.
Ya know, I remember the conversations with a 93 year old man, but I remember him as the 40 year old guy who could swing a sledge hammer for hours art a time and was probably the 3rd most intelligent person I ever met. (#s 1 and 2 were 200 and 190 IQ's)

 

[Ernie S.]

Funny, but that engine doesn't go to that car.

 

[Gracie]

Dad died years after that heart attack. The 7th one killed him. I was not there then, either. I wasn't there because he gave me the money to get the hell away from my mother. I was in Iowa when he had his last attack. Ma called me and said "your father is dead. You killed him with your wild ways". When I came home for the funeral, my uncle threatened to beat my ass, but didn't. I was shunned by Ma and my sister and I mourned alone while there. Then I was told I was a murderer again, and dumped at the airport to fly back to Iowa. Dad would have been proud of me for not falling back into the trap of that hellhole he helped me get OUT of. Our last convo was me telling him I was fine, that I loved him. That's good enough for me. I was 17 years old.

 

[Foxfyre]

Good morning everybody. Trying to interpret a Ringel building a house dream. I'm sure there is some significance to that somewhere.

The last time I saw my mother was in advanced stages of the lung cancer that killed her. She was but a shell of her former self then and it was really hard, but I am so glad I spent that week with her before returning home to Kansas. She died less than two weeks later. Her younger sister, my Aunt Betty who is on our vigil list now and then, a R.N., was waiting to go when she would be really needed--as it turned out it was already too late. She has never forgiven herself for not seeing her sister before she passed.

We are back in a monsoonal weather pattern here and hoping for some nice showers this week.

 

[blackhawk]

Funny, but that engine doesn't go to that car.

Well I was going for laughs not accuracy.

 

[saveliberty]

Guilt is something manufactured in your own head.

Don't bring internet dates home, give yourself time to find out they have been to prison for sexual assault and accessory to murder.

Try to honestly assess your ability to discuss investment topics and your kids with the ex, before letting her into an investment club.

Covering a lot of ground this week...

 

[saveliberty]

My ability to find humor in the above post I made is extremely limited at present.

 

[Foxfyre]

Guilt is something manufactured in your own head.

Don't bring internet dates home, give yourself time to find out they have been to prison for sexual assault and accessory to murder.

Try to honestly assess your ability to discuss investment topics and your kids with the ex, before letting her into an investment club.

Covering a lot of ground this week...

Aw, so sorry Save. But what happened to the internet date?

 

[WelfareQueen]

Pondering all this medical stuff this past week. . . .in all the myriad numbers of people who checked me in, took vitals, ran me through the ordeal of tests etc. etc. etc., I never felt like more than a faceless number on a chart--there seemed so little concern about how I was feeling about it all or how afraid I might have been or that anybody really gave a damn whatsoever about me. I was a slab of meat to be appropriately evaluated so they could bill for the service rendered. And nobody who would actually have to treat the problem wanted anything to do with me.

That one urgent care doc did at least address me as a person, and a subsequent nurse I haven't met but heard the compassion through the phone heard me out, understood my situation, and got me some help and an appointment to see a doctor who can move this process forward. I am extremely grateful to those two people who just being who they were gave me some hope and encouragement that it wasn't all hopeless.

We never know what taking the time to hear somebody's concerns and fears without judgment or criticism will do for that person. But God bless those who have the instincts to do that.

I'm a firm believer that our mental state can have a huge impact on our physical well-being...unfortunately, medical school does not give enough emphasis on practicing effective bedside manner techniques.

I just abhor the cattle call kind of medical care most of us get these days. Just a little bit of empathy and appreciating the patient's fears and concerns instead of just going through all the proper motions can make such a huge difference. But amidst all that impersonal though proper routine this past week, those two angels made a huge difference. We never know when or how much we will be another person's angel.

Doctors have zero training in actual patient care. And I do mean zero. Sad really because there are hundreds of studies indicating if you like and trust your health care provider the clinical outcomes are much improved.

I worked in a big city ER for many years. We saw around 150,000 people a year (it was the busiest in the State). I did mental health and neurological evals.

It is funny because the M.D.'s there would joke with me about how little they thought or cared about the patients they saw. One told me....."I'm like a high priced Toyota mechanic. I'm basically working on a car engine." Another told me...."I can't really remember any of the patients I've worked on."

Doctors are mostly math/science geeks. They get into medicine for the money or the status....not to really help folks. Of course there are always exceptions, but I think that is a very fair general rule.

 

[Foxfyre]

Pondering all this medical stuff this past week. . . .in all the myriad numbers of people who checked me in, took vitals, ran me through the ordeal of tests etc. etc. etc., I never felt like more than a faceless number on a chart--there seemed so little concern about how I was feeling about it all or how afraid I might have been or that anybody really gave a damn whatsoever about me. I was a slab of meat to be appropriately evaluated so they could bill for the service rendered. And nobody who would actually have to treat the problem wanted anything to do with me.

That one urgent care doc did at least address me as a person, and a subsequent nurse I haven't met but heard the compassion through the phone heard me out, understood my situation, and got me some help and an appointment to see a doctor who can move this process forward. I am extremely grateful to those two people who just being who they were gave me some hope and encouragement that it wasn't all hopeless.

We never know what taking the time to hear somebody's concerns and fears without judgment or criticism will do for that person. But God bless those who have the instincts to do that.

I'm a firm believer that our mental state can have a huge impact on our physical well-being...unfortunately, medical school does not give enough emphasis on practicing effective bedside manner techniques.

I just abhor the cattle call kind of medical care most of us get these days. Just a little bit of empathy and appreciating the patient's fears and concerns instead of just going through all the proper motions can make such a huge difference. But amidst all that impersonal though proper routine this past week, those two angels made a huge difference. We never know when or how much we will be another person's angel.

Doctors have zero training in actual patient care. And I do mean zero. Sad really because there are hundreds of studies indicating if you like and trust your health care provider the clinical outcomes are much improved.

I worked in a big city ER for many years. We saw around 150,000 people a year (it was the busiest in the State). I did mental health and neurological evals.

It is funny because the M.D.'s there would joke with me about how little they thought or cared about the patients they saw. One told me....."I'm like a high priced Toyota mechanic. I'm basically working on a car engine." Another told me...."I can't really remember any of the patients I've worked on."

Doctors are mostly math/science geeks. They get into medicine for the money or the status....not to really help folks. Of course there are always exceptions, but I think that is a very fair general rule.

I have also worked in hospitals for quite a number of years and tend to agree but allow for a few exceptions here and there. There are a few doctors who genuinely do care, but they are fast becoming a rare breed. The specialists are generally more prone to the impersonal M.O. than are the primary care physicians, but even there, the family doc is becoming dependent on computers and diagnostic equipment and prescribing by the book rather than doing real medicine.

However my Monday appointment with the next doctor to deal with my primary issue has just been moved up to in the morning. That is a good thing. But now I have to scramble to get the paperwork and everything ready for that. Still seeing the orthopedic for the shoulder tomorrow afternoon. But after tomorrow I should know whether I am going to live or die.

 

[Foxfyre]

I've always had this weird fear of escalators since childhood when I heard about a girl getting her flip flop caught in the last step and her toes mangled. I totally don't want to get on one now.

Caution: very disturbing video attached to article.

Chinese woman trapped in escalator dies but saves toddler son Fox News

Escalators don't bother me that much but I do pay attention to where my hands and feet are and still feel just a wee bit uneasy as the steps start flattening out at the bottom.

 

[WelfareQueen]

Pondering all this medical stuff this past week. . . .in all the myriad numbers of people who checked me in, took vitals, ran me through the ordeal of tests etc. etc. etc., I never felt like more than a faceless number on a chart--there seemed so little concern about how I was feeling about it all or how afraid I might have been or that anybody really gave a damn whatsoever about me. I was a slab of meat to be appropriately evaluated so they could bill for the service rendered. And nobody who would actually have to treat the problem wanted anything to do with me.

That one urgent care doc did at least address me as a person, and a subsequent nurse I haven't met but heard the compassion through the phone heard me out, understood my situation, and got me some help and an appointment to see a doctor who can move this process forward. I am extremely grateful to those two people who just being who they were gave me some hope and encouragement that it wasn't all hopeless.

We never know what taking the time to hear somebody's concerns and fears without judgment or criticism will do for that person. But God bless those who have the instincts to do that.

I'm a firm believer that our mental state can have a huge impact on our physical well-being...unfortunately, medical school does not give enough emphasis on practicing effective bedside manner techniques.

I just abhor the cattle call kind of medical care most of us get these days. Just a little bit of empathy and appreciating the patient's fears and concerns instead of just going through all the proper motions can make such a huge difference. But amidst all that impersonal though proper routine this past week, those two angels made a huge difference. We never know when or how much we will be another person's angel.

Doctors have zero training in actual patient care. And I do mean zero. Sad really because there are hundreds of studies indicating if you like and trust your health care provider the clinical outcomes are much improved.

I worked in a big city ER for many years. We saw around 150,000 people a year (it was the busiest in the State). I did mental health and neurological evals.

It is funny because the M.D.'s there would joke with me about how little they thought or cared about the patients they saw. One told me....."I'm like a high priced Toyota mechanic. I'm basically working on a car engine." Another told me...."I can't really remember any of the patients I've worked on."

Doctors are mostly math/science geeks. They get into medicine for the money or the status....not to really help folks. Of course there are always exceptions, but I think that is a very fair general rule.

I have also worked in hospitals for quite a number of years and tend to agree but allow for a few exceptions here and there. There are a few doctors who genuinely do care, but they are fast becoming a rare breed. The specialists are generally more prone to the impersonal M.O. than are the primary care physicians, but even there, the family doc is becoming dependent on computers and diagnostic equipment and prescribing by the book rather than doing real medicine.

However my Monday appointment with the next doctor to deal with my primary issue has just been moved up to in the morning. That is a good thing. But now I have to scramble to get the paperwork and everything ready for that. Still seeing the orthopedic for the shoulder tomorrow afternoon. But after tomorrow I should know whether I am going to live or die.

Good luck Foxy. I know you have been suffering and in pain. Hopefully, you get a good caring M.D.

Sorry if I was on my soapbox....but I think nurses, doctors, and clinicians should be in the field for the right reasons. If you genuinely don't feel a calling to work with and help heal folks do something else.

Care has deteriorated greatly in the years I have been in the field. It has been very sad to see.

 

[peach174]

Morning !

Ah yes the box is always better.

 

[saveliberty]

Guilt is something manufactured in your own head.

Don't bring internet dates home, give yourself time to find out they have been to prison for sexual assault and accessory to murder.

Try to honestly assess your ability to discuss investment topics and your kids with the ex, before letting her into an investment club.

Covering a lot of ground this week...

Aw, so sorry Save. But what happened to the internet date?

You mean other than the threat to beat her up, go to prison again and then kill her when he got out? Nothing so far.

 

[Wake]

So I tried the new 2015 'Do Us a Flavor' chips from Lay's.

Undecided on the Greektown Gyro chips. Biscuits and Gravy is actually really good, and is a delicate chip that tastes exactly like the real deal. New York Reuben does taste strongly of rye bread, sauerkraut and thousand island dressing: it's alright. The real gem is the California Truffle Fries: has a buttery, delicious taste. It'd be very good crumbled on a casserole. Originally I wanted the Gyro chips to win because I'm biased, but the Truffle Fries really nailed it, with B&G coming in second place.

 

[Ringel05]

Pondering all this medical stuff this past week. . . .in all the myriad numbers of people who checked me in, took vitals, ran me through the ordeal of tests etc. etc. etc., I never felt like more than a faceless number on a chart--there seemed so little concern about how I was feeling about it all or how afraid I might have been or that anybody really gave a damn whatsoever about me. I was a slab of meat to be appropriately evaluated so they could bill for the service rendered. And nobody who would actually have to treat the problem wanted anything to do with me.

That one urgent care doc did at least address me as a person, and a subsequent nurse I haven't met but heard the compassion through the phone heard me out, understood my situation, and got me some help and an appointment to see a doctor who can move this process forward. I am extremely grateful to those two people who just being who they were gave me some hope and encouragement that it wasn't all hopeless.

We never know what taking the time to hear somebody's concerns and fears without judgment or criticism will do for that person. But God bless those who have the instincts to do that.

I'm a firm believer that our mental state can have a huge impact on our physical well-being...unfortunately, medical school does not give enough emphasis on practicing effective bedside manner techniques.

I just abhor the cattle call kind of medical care most of us get these days. Just a little bit of empathy and appreciating the patient's fears and concerns instead of just going through all the proper motions can make such a huge difference. But amidst all that impersonal though proper routine this past week, those two angels made a huge difference. We never know when or how much we will be another person's angel.

Doctors have zero training in actual patient care. And I do mean zero. Sad really because there are hundreds of studies indicating if you like and trust your health care provider the clinical outcomes are much improved.

I worked in a big city ER for many years. We saw around 150,000 people a year (it was the busiest in the State). I did mental health and neurological evals.

It is funny because the M.D.'s there would joke with me about how little they thought or cared about the patients they saw. One told me....."I'm like a high priced Toyota mechanic. I'm basically working on a car engine." Another told me...."I can't really remember any of the patients I've worked on."

Doctors are mostly math/science geeks. They get into medicine for the money or the status....not to really help folks. Of course there are always exceptions, but I think that is a very fair general rule.

I have also worked in hospitals for quite a number of years and tend to agree but allow for a few exceptions here and there. There are a few doctors who genuinely do care, but they are fast becoming a rare breed. The specialists are generally more prone to the impersonal M.O. than are the primary care physicians, but even there, the family doc is becoming dependent on computers and diagnostic equipment and prescribing by the book rather than doing real medicine.

However my Monday appointment with the next doctor to deal with my primary issue has just been moved up to in the morning. That is a good thing. But now I have to scramble to get the paperwork and everything ready for that. Still seeing the orthopedic for the shoulder tomorrow afternoon. But after tomorrow I should know whether I am going to live or die.

I've also found many of the very best specialist doctors have some of the worst bedside manners.