Off to the Pediatrician.....

Two Appointments 10:50am
Two Co-Payments $40.00
Two Cranky/Sick kids Fun! (not!)
One Cranky mom Tired.

Here's hoping this ends soon. I'm over it.

PAGING DR. McHOTTIE.......

So, I went to the Ob/Gyn today. And my new one is HOT! And I mean Yummy! He's really something to look at! And he's super nice to boot. He has great bedside manner and I felt comfortable with him right away. He reminds me of a young Dr. LaBarre (who was my most favorite OB I ever had in 20 years.)


But, unfortunately for me, my cervix (which is way up high, anyway) did not want to cooperate with any kind of internal exam. So, although he tried to be gentle, it was not fun! (not like it's supposed to be fun...but I mean it HURT!) And he kept apologizing over and over to me. He was really sweet. And I've been spotting like a big dog all day. (He said I would....)

So, blah.....


(For Stacy....he make Dr. B and Dr. R look like junkyard dogs! Although, I think Dr. R is possibly the most down-to-earth doc I've ever met. Dr. B....he's great, a talented doctor, but he just has too big of a head! KWIM?

Oh, and I told my new OB today about how when I saw how tall Dr. R was and his HUGE size 34 feet....and then, I looked at those hands and I got seriously scared about letting him anywhere near my girly parts!!! Ha ha ha!!!!)

Thanks for the advice....

...So, the great therapist debate continues.....


I have an appt. on August 18th with the one guy. (but honestly, I think I prefer a female, but it's there if I need it.

And I thought the Christian doc was ignoring me, since I received no return phone call today...until I checked the caller ID. Turns out, she called, talked to Ike and he forgot to tell me. So, now it's almost 6pm and I left a message back to her, but tomorrow is the 4th, so now we are talkin' it will be at least Thursday until I hear from her! Ugh!

Now, I feel the need to say, although most of you actually know me and you know I am not one of those people who go around droppin' the "F-Bomb" every other word or even cuss THAT much. (ok, well sometimes a little cursing when there are no kids around.....) I guess my concern is....I don't want to offend her. But, honestly, I think I could use the religious guidance that she could provide.

Anyway, thanks to everyone for their advice on this subject......

So, what's worse?

Feeling like your crazy or actually being crazy?


Now, forgive me, I don't mean to make fun of being crazy, but since I am being treated for mental stuff, I think I have a right to joke, in order to deal with things.

I know being crazy isn't funny...it's actually can be very sad. Trust me, I deal with these issues and try to figure out where I fall into this very wide category. (my therapist assures me I am not as crazy as I sometime feel....I'm just my own worst critic and my inner judge is really harsh....see, I am a meanie...to myself!)


Anyways, so my quest today is to get an appointment with a Psychiatrist. (this is a doctor, who manages meds and can evaluate mental capabilities and issues) So, basically, this doctor will make sure that some anxiety, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and depression are my only issues....and I need to know.


To be honest, this scares the crap out of me. What if he determines I am nuts. What if he gives me some diagnosis that I don't want to carry. (sorry, but some diagnoses carry some pretty bad stigmas.) And, believe me, I have enough on my plate now! But, I will, as always, deal with whatever info I am given.


As I have said before, I just want off the roller coaster!
(and sometimes medical management is necessary for this to happen...I guess we'll see what happens...)



But, today I was reminded I live in a small town. (Yes, my town is bigger than Richmond Hill but smaller than Savannah.) So, anyway, there are 11 Psychiatrists listed on my insurance, but that list was quickly whittled down to 3. The first has closed her office. The second only practices every Saturday and two Thursdays a month....read, I can't get an appt. w/ him until August 18th. The third is a Christian therapist, which I am not opposed to, but I'm a little scared that I might accidentaly drop the "F-bomb" or some version of it in front of her, as I have a tendency to do when I talk about that fu@*er that raped me.
(I just call it like I see it!)

But, I can handle it fine. I'm trying to quit cussing anyway and I am really good at censoring myself around children and my brother and parents.

So, if I break out in a #*$PICKLES*#% will this one be able to handle my CRAZY?


After all, I am just trying to protect her from me. Is it crazy that I feel the need to do that?


So, whose the crazy one now?

I'm BACK.....

Got the kids...they had a great time! The big boys *loved* church camp! They had a blast and they say they want to go back next year.....

Once I finally left, I decided to stay a few days. We had a really nice visit! Now G-ma and G-pa have to use this week to recover!!! I had planned to come home on Wednesday, but Ike had a late meeting scheduled, so we weren't in a hurry.

(TMI alert for coming passages.....but I just tell you like it is.....)

Until....Ike called at about 1:30pm with a scared voice. He was passing blood in his urine and he was freaked out! For once, I was pretending to be "the calm one" and I urged him not to worry, it was probably a urinary tract or bladder or kidney infection. But, he was still freaking... and actually, so was I. (of course, I didn't tell him that I was freaking.....I just calmly told him how to look up what Minor Emergency Center he could go to and gave him the insurance information he needed.) Poor guy had a fever and felt raunchy to boot! (and I wasn't here to be with him....)

So, I quickly got upgraded to "we are in a hurry to get home" status. My step mom started shoving the kids things in bags and I was dragging stuff to the front door. My dad and the kids started carrying it out, while I met them outside to carefully cram everything in the van. It's a jumbled up mess at this point!!! But, we got out of there pretty quick....

Before we could even leave town, I had to get gas. And I had to use the facilities, because my stomach was so messed up! (Don't you hate it when you get so worried that your bowels betray you?) Thank God I had to drive across Tulsa before leaving town and they sold 7-up!

Anyways, we came blazing home (to the tune of 4 hours) and found Big Daddy laid up in bed. He has a horrid UTI and that's so weird, because men rarely get them. But, the dr. says his is BAD! Poor Guy!!! And as an added bonus they gave him a prostate exam. Can you imagine, that would be bad enough, but to have to have one when you feel like dookie....not cool! I felt real sorry for him and boy was he glad we were home.

Luckily, the doc gave him the nuclear bomb anti-biotic and he was already feeling a tiny bit better.

I put the 2 littles to bed at 8pm and the 2 bigs to bed at 8:30pm and Big Daddy and I were in bed by 9pm. We were all exhausted! Gosh, we are OLD!!!

So....how was your weekend?!?!

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!!!!!

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!



I will not be whining or complaining on my blog today!!!!! No sad posts about birdies, no more whining about floods and cleaning up floods or any of that crap!!! I seriously don't even want to think about it anymore.



My random thoughts for this morning....



#1- I appreciate all the recent responses to the serious stuff posted lately on my blog. I want to have time to really respond appropriately. And I will, very soon. In the meantime, I'm glad you didn't think it was too much. Even if someone did think it was too much, well I'm sorry, it doesn't change the fact that it happened and that it's a huge part of me. I promise I will be talking more about this very soon.



#2- I get to go to the doctor this morning. (which is why I can't take a long time to blog) You see, I only have one pill of my blood pressure medicine left. And I don't think after 6 months of seeing him....my doc in GA is gonna give me any more.



#3- I miss everyone so much! I really do. When ya'll coming to Kansas?!?! Just jump on the flight with Sherry!



#4- Next weekend I get to go crop at the lss and make that worker who yelled at me, be nice to me for an entire day of cropping. (I wouldn't go, but I still hope there is a chance I could make a friend to hang out with!!!)

Find me a good pediatrician....STAT!!!!!

This post is about the good memories of the best darn pediatrician I know, Dr. Keith Seibert. Here he is with my kids about a week or so before we moved away from Georgia......














So, what brings this moment of reminiscing up? Well, I took Griffin to the pediatrian. I called the office of "the pediatrician" everyone has recommended to me. Naturally, it was her day out of the office. So, I agreed to see her partner. I was thinking, "how bad could it be?"

Well, the answer to that is.... B. A. D.

I could not stand her.
Hated her bedside manner.
Hated her medical advice...disagreed with it, in fact.
What she told me was completely opposite of what Dr. S would have told me.

Now, I am not a doctor and I don't claim to be one, but I feel like most of the time...I can pretty well predict how to treat a situation. In this case, I just wanted a doctor to see him and assess the situation to be sure I was on the right track.

God help me if the infamous Dr. C--- isn't all she's cracked up to be, because her partner sucks!

Hey Dr. Seibert.....why don't you and Eve consider moving to Topeka?! That would solve all my problems........