My mother in law called about 45 minutes ago to inform me, due to snow, I needed to call my doctor and cancel my appt. with him this evening. Sometimes I think it would be easier to cut off a body part than to get a call into Dr. A.! I called his voice mail and left a msg for him. I then called the main switchboard to make sure they handed him a paper msg (in case he doesn't check his voice mail). They made me talk to one of his "partners", who said that I was being "lazy" and "am not committed to my treatment". You know what? That hurt! I want nothing to get in the way of getting my treatments and, if the snow hadn't caused my mother in law to want to cancel, we would have been there EARLY.
I really would like to know how much more someone can be committed to their own treatment. I do whatever they ask of me. The family drives an hour ONE WAY to these bimonthly appointments. I just don't get it.
Although, I must admit, I really did need to see the doctor today. We really will have a lot to talk about when the appt. gets rescheduled. I just hope we can all cope until the rescheduled appt.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Argggg!!! Where does the disrespect end?
Back to the rant about the treatment of in laws. My old friend read what I wrote yesterday and sent me yet another bashing mother in law story:
This one honestly sickens me. What must we do as a group to rid the world of the negative connotation in law screams to most people. I really don't think I am that unusual that I have in laws that I love and respect. I mean, J. and Bill are good people who deserve to be treated with respect from all that know them. I look forward to time spent with each of them. I look at the story above as helping to feed the negativity and I refuse to not comment on how wrong this is!
There was a married couple who were in a terrible accident. The woman's face was burned severely. The doctor told the husband they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was so thin. The husband then donated some of his skin.
However, the only place suitable to the doctor was from his buttocks. The husband requested that no one be told of this, because after all this was a very delicate matter.
After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever did before! All her friends and relatives just ranted and raved at her youthful beauty.
She was alone with her husband one day, and she wanted to thank him for what he did. She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could ever repay you."
The husband replied, "Oh don't worry, Honey. I get plenty thanks enough every time your mother comes over and kisses you on your cheek!"
This one honestly sickens me. What must we do as a group to rid the world of the negative connotation in law screams to most people. I really don't think I am that unusual that I have in laws that I love and respect. I mean, J. and Bill are good people who deserve to be treated with respect from all that know them. I look forward to time spent with each of them. I look at the story above as helping to feed the negativity and I refuse to not comment on how wrong this is!
For The Love of Poptarts!
Here I was hoping that, by today, this blasted cough/chest tightness would go away. I mean, I just finished a round of steroids and antibiotics. One would think this crackling, hacking, cruddy cough would go away soon. Oh, well. I'll keep taking the Iophen at night and hope that the cough improves daily and NEXT week I can resume my life.
I have decided that, no matter how much I love Poptarts, Sunny D and PopTarts do NOT make a good meal more than once a day. I mean, it isn't like I am using a bad poptart flavor (I like unfrosted Cinnamon). All I wanted, while sick, was to be able to grab something and sit down and eat it. I have discovered that too many poptarts are not a good thing. You start to dread eating them and they begin to taste like the cardboard box the arrived in. I think that poptarts will be off my "diet" once I feel better because I really am at the point I never want to see another one.
My rant for today also includes the fact that I am getting tired of some of the Tony Award Winning Musicals from 1976 to present. I love Broadway. Have been to see Phantom on Broadway more than once/Les Miz once/and saw the Producers on Broadway sitting next to my husband's grandmother. Speaking of the Producers and Stephen's grandmother... I still get a kick out of the fact her favorite part was the "mock risque" behind the sofa sex scene between Leo and Ulla. The joy of the musical was listening to her talk about why she liked it. Anyway, back to my rant. I like Avenue Q and Putnam County Spelling Bee music. But, I am getting tired of constantly hearing "Magic Foot" and "Everyone Is A Little Bit Racist" every time I turn on the Broadway station. From 1976 to present, there have been MANY excellent musicals. I mean, I would expect to hear My Fair Lady (1976), The Mystery of Edwin Drood (1986), and Miss Saigon (1991) along with the "current" winners. But, they focus on the last 5 years despite the channel title. I just want to hear something that is classic, for once.
Stephen's semester finally seems to be winding down. He is turning in projects and papers he has worked on all semester. Graduation seems so reachable. I try to remember what I was thinking when I reached this pregraduation point in my life. I realized quickly that my situation was WAY different. (A) I was working a 60 hour work week as a Intern Teacher. (B) I had already solidified the fact I was graduating... my coursework was DONE! (C) I had more to worry about in how to afford my apartment and food on the pay I got as an intern than graduation. I seem to remember MORE about how I felt at this point in getting my Masters. I was so ready for it to be over. And I was in the middle of writing a 500 page project/thesis on Reading and Literacy. I just wanted it to be written and get the final grade (was just hoping to maintain the 4.0, too) and march across the stage to get the degree. Hopefully Stephen will enjoy his last semester (Spring) and the walk will come quickly for him.
I have decided that, no matter how much I love Poptarts, Sunny D and PopTarts do NOT make a good meal more than once a day. I mean, it isn't like I am using a bad poptart flavor (I like unfrosted Cinnamon). All I wanted, while sick, was to be able to grab something and sit down and eat it. I have discovered that too many poptarts are not a good thing. You start to dread eating them and they begin to taste like the cardboard box the arrived in. I think that poptarts will be off my "diet" once I feel better because I really am at the point I never want to see another one.
My rant for today also includes the fact that I am getting tired of some of the Tony Award Winning Musicals from 1976 to present. I love Broadway. Have been to see Phantom on Broadway more than once/Les Miz once/and saw the Producers on Broadway sitting next to my husband's grandmother. Speaking of the Producers and Stephen's grandmother... I still get a kick out of the fact her favorite part was the "mock risque" behind the sofa sex scene between Leo and Ulla. The joy of the musical was listening to her talk about why she liked it. Anyway, back to my rant. I like Avenue Q and Putnam County Spelling Bee music. But, I am getting tired of constantly hearing "Magic Foot" and "Everyone Is A Little Bit Racist" every time I turn on the Broadway station. From 1976 to present, there have been MANY excellent musicals. I mean, I would expect to hear My Fair Lady (1976), The Mystery of Edwin Drood (1986), and Miss Saigon (1991) along with the "current" winners. But, they focus on the last 5 years despite the channel title. I just want to hear something that is classic, for once.
Stephen's semester finally seems to be winding down. He is turning in projects and papers he has worked on all semester. Graduation seems so reachable. I try to remember what I was thinking when I reached this pregraduation point in my life. I realized quickly that my situation was WAY different. (A) I was working a 60 hour work week as a Intern Teacher. (B) I had already solidified the fact I was graduating... my coursework was DONE! (C) I had more to worry about in how to afford my apartment and food on the pay I got as an intern than graduation. I seem to remember MORE about how I felt at this point in getting my Masters. I was so ready for it to be over. And I was in the middle of writing a 500 page project/thesis on Reading and Literacy. I just wanted it to be written and get the final grade (was just hoping to maintain the 4.0, too) and march across the stage to get the degree. Hopefully Stephen will enjoy his last semester (Spring) and the walk will come quickly for him.
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