Whoa. I missed writing yesterday. There are just some days that get started a little differently that just throw the whole schedule off for me. Yesterday was one of those.
I guess that means I am completely a creature of habit. I always have been, I suppose.
In fact, there was a time my BFF growing up told me I was rigid. That would be a call out for the fact that I am a habitual creature, right?
But if following a routine can get things accomplished, and I feel better about myself when I am getting things done--checked off the list, as it were--is there anything wrong with that?
Is giving yourself patterns to follow each day a bad thing, necessarily?
I don't think it is. In fact, I am much more organized that that BFF-at-the-time ever could be. And I never wished to trade her places. I like the feeling of knowing the things I need to do, and having a plan, and getting stuff done.
Too bad it didn't really pan out yesterday. But that is where I remind myself to "Go with the flow." Then I exercise my flexibility too. All things in moderation. So, so much for rigid and habitual, I guess. Yes, yes. I'll be a Moderate. That has a better feeling anyway.
Until something else comes along.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Oh, To Be So Important
I went to a surgical consultation appointment with a dear friend who was recently told she has a pretty sizable mass on her uterus. Her physician found it in a routine physical and referred her to a general surgeon. After waiting in the office waiting room for over an hour, and another half hour to finally see the doctor. Come to find out, this surgeon is a "general" surgeon, and he didn't seem to understand why she was there to see him. She needed to go see a gynecological surgeon.
When your physician find a tumor during a routine exam, and immediately sends you to ultrasound, then CT scan, then to an MRI and all you hear is "tumor" you just do exactly what they tell you. You don't start trying to think outside the box. You just want to be sure you are going to be OK. How would she ever have known that a general surgeon isn't the right one to see first?!
So tomorrow I am going with her to the GYN-surgeon and see what the consensus is there. More than likely they will operate within the next week and I'll be with her then too. As a doctor, I'd hope these guys--who make the big bucks, right?--never loose sight that even thought they routinely operate on people's insides, this is first for her and that she needs the care and reassurance of a professional health care worker. Not the appointment slot of someone who pays the doctor's bills.
When your physician find a tumor during a routine exam, and immediately sends you to ultrasound, then CT scan, then to an MRI and all you hear is "tumor" you just do exactly what they tell you. You don't start trying to think outside the box. You just want to be sure you are going to be OK. How would she ever have known that a general surgeon isn't the right one to see first?!
So tomorrow I am going with her to the GYN-surgeon and see what the consensus is there. More than likely they will operate within the next week and I'll be with her then too. As a doctor, I'd hope these guys--who make the big bucks, right?--never loose sight that even thought they routinely operate on people's insides, this is first for her and that she needs the care and reassurance of a professional health care worker. Not the appointment slot of someone who pays the doctor's bills.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Pleasantly Surprised
We had a delivery scheduled today for a new bed from a local store. As of last night, their online delivery scheduler noted that it would be here between 12:45 and 3:45 this afternoon. I had already cleared my day, not know quite when it would be here, but just about 7:30 this morning the delivery guy called and said we were the next stop, and he'd be there in 30-40 minutes. Hallelujah! The beauty in this is now I have had the whole day at my leisure.
It has been a long time since that happened. The weather even is nice today, finally. And it feels great. Just don't tell anyone or someone will certainly call because they need some help. It feel nice to be lazy for just one day.
It has been a long time since that happened. The weather even is nice today, finally. And it feels great. Just don't tell anyone or someone will certainly call because they need some help. It feel nice to be lazy for just one day.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Holding My Breath
Due to The Boy's second day of appointments, I am unable to go up to court with my sister today. I find she is on my mind at every turn, however. She is headed back to repond to her ex's request for a change in custody for their older son. Apparently, the boys' dad figures the younger son is a hopeless cause, as he doesn't seem interested in having custody of him. Just the older boy.
My older nephew is 15 and seems to be a high ranking minion in his father's apparent plans for domination. He has been swayed over the last five years or so to, I believe, begin to subscribe to his dad's ideas that my sister--his mom--is the cause of all their troubles. He has gotten into his own mess with the law after assaulting my sister in her home when he didn't get his way. Echoes of his dad's behavior, I think. His dad has gone out of his way to make my sister's life miserable, and is using his own don to do much of his bidding. For me that is wrong, on many levels.
In addition to the mother-son conflict that the ex has orchestrated, he has also pulled in his sister and his parents to act on his behalf. My sister has had DCFS called on her, now three separate times, with claims of neglect, abuse, and generally poor parenting. In each of the now dismissed cases, there was no fault found on her part. I hope that comes up today in court.
My breath is held each time she has to deal with the legal issues in her lap. With this finally be the tiem the court opens its objectively blind eye to the injustice that is going on and finally take action that will be permanent and lasting? Will this be the hearing that will finally put things to rest so my sister can move on with the rest of her life and that will give her the upper hand in getting her boys the help they both still (and in some cases, desperately) need professionally? Will the costly legal battle come to an end? And will her ex actually be held accountable for the destruction he has left in his wake?
I once had a lot of stock in the legal system, but so far--over the five years I have been witness to her experiences there--I am not so impressed. This is not to say I'd prefer the legal system of any other country. But there is much that hasn't lived up to my idealistc view of American justice and civil law. And that is why my insides get so churned up when she has to go back for these ridiculous hearings.
Knowing she has to deal with it day in and day out makes me feel bad for her, but at the same time, incredibly grateful I am just a supporter of her situation. I am more an observer, and less a participant--though I worry regularly about her well being, and that of my nephews. that will never change, no matter what the judge decides. If he ever decides.
My older nephew is 15 and seems to be a high ranking minion in his father's apparent plans for domination. He has been swayed over the last five years or so to, I believe, begin to subscribe to his dad's ideas that my sister--his mom--is the cause of all their troubles. He has gotten into his own mess with the law after assaulting my sister in her home when he didn't get his way. Echoes of his dad's behavior, I think. His dad has gone out of his way to make my sister's life miserable, and is using his own don to do much of his bidding. For me that is wrong, on many levels.
In addition to the mother-son conflict that the ex has orchestrated, he has also pulled in his sister and his parents to act on his behalf. My sister has had DCFS called on her, now three separate times, with claims of neglect, abuse, and generally poor parenting. In each of the now dismissed cases, there was no fault found on her part. I hope that comes up today in court.
My breath is held each time she has to deal with the legal issues in her lap. With this finally be the tiem the court opens its objectively blind eye to the injustice that is going on and finally take action that will be permanent and lasting? Will this be the hearing that will finally put things to rest so my sister can move on with the rest of her life and that will give her the upper hand in getting her boys the help they both still (and in some cases, desperately) need professionally? Will the costly legal battle come to an end? And will her ex actually be held accountable for the destruction he has left in his wake?
I once had a lot of stock in the legal system, but so far--over the five years I have been witness to her experiences there--I am not so impressed. This is not to say I'd prefer the legal system of any other country. But there is much that hasn't lived up to my idealistc view of American justice and civil law. And that is why my insides get so churned up when she has to go back for these ridiculous hearings.
Knowing she has to deal with it day in and day out makes me feel bad for her, but at the same time, incredibly grateful I am just a supporter of her situation. I am more an observer, and less a participant--though I worry regularly about her well being, and that of my nephews. that will never change, no matter what the judge decides. If he ever decides.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Poked and Proded
Today was day one in a two day medical/dental event for The Boy.
This morning I checked him out of school for a dentist appointment that had previously scheduled on a day he had end-of-year science testing. Oh well. He got his braces-covered teeth cleaned, and examined. No cavities! Yippee!
Then this afternoon, I got him in for an official Scout Physical appointment with our favorite physician's assistant. The last two times he had a scout physical, he ended up passing out during the hernia check (*stifled giggle*). The first year I figured was a fluke, but last year, I guess it is an annual event. So this appointment, I thought to tell the Doc that this is the kid who passes out on contact (well, more or less).
The PA recalled that experience from last year and asked The Boy if anything "down there" had changed or caused him pain. "Nope" came the answer. The PA then suggested we skip that portion this year. The Boy grinned like he'd just wont he lottery.
And to cap off the spectacle, tomorrow The Boy gets to visit with the orthodontist. And I'll let you know, he is fully committed to asking the Dr just home many more months he has to wear those things. Whatever piques his interest, right?
This morning I checked him out of school for a dentist appointment that had previously scheduled on a day he had end-of-year science testing. Oh well. He got his braces-covered teeth cleaned, and examined. No cavities! Yippee!
Then this afternoon, I got him in for an official Scout Physical appointment with our favorite physician's assistant. The last two times he had a scout physical, he ended up passing out during the hernia check (*stifled giggle*). The first year I figured was a fluke, but last year, I guess it is an annual event. So this appointment, I thought to tell the Doc that this is the kid who passes out on contact (well, more or less).
The PA recalled that experience from last year and asked The Boy if anything "down there" had changed or caused him pain. "Nope" came the answer. The PA then suggested we skip that portion this year. The Boy grinned like he'd just wont he lottery.
And to cap off the spectacle, tomorrow The Boy gets to visit with the orthodontist. And I'll let you know, he is fully committed to asking the Dr just home many more months he has to wear those things. Whatever piques his interest, right?
Sunday, May 22, 2011
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