Full Moon, Giving Someone a Reference, Possibility of Being a Grandmother

Yesterday was a full moon day. Don't know how yours went but here is a brief look into mine:

Hubs and I were awakened to 2 granddoggies chasing 2 cats around our room at 6am. The cats determined the dogs could not jump on the bed so they jumped on us on the bed. Dogs didn't think that was fair so they started barking. The more they barked, the more the cats hissed and taunted them. The more the cats did that, the more the dogs went from one side of the bed to the other. Hubs and I looked at each other and I told him to get the coffee on - it was going to be a long day.

We had office hours at just one office but I worked in the morning on trying to figure out my objectives for 2 lectures I will be teaching in March. They are due Friday. Still pondering on them though. I was also working on that data entry - one database done and now another to do for the other office. Wish I knew more about programming because I would love to write a program that would transfer the data from one to the other. Would be much simpler.

The afternoon brought an office full of patients, another wanting to be seen with no room to put her, a co-worker at the other office complaining about something she thought I did. At one time, I had all 4 phone lines going, a patient in front of me pounding the counter, another waiting for me to make her another appointment, and the doctor wanting me to call the hospital to see if they got the surgery scheduled for a patient we saw last night. One by one, they were all taken care of.

The reason the office was packed? We needed to be out earlier than normal in order to amputate the remaining 4 toes of a patient. Why? Because he was flippen stupid - went to the Cayman's a few months ago and scraped his toes on coral. Did he bother coming to see us? Nope! Did he bother coming to see us even after the toes turned from bright red to pure black? Nope. He came to us after one of the toes fell off in his bed. He is a brittle diabetic with 1 kidney and that was from a transplant. Stupid stupid people! So he not only has MRSA but his one kidney might fail because of the IV antibiotics he has to take, and he will be lucky if we end up only taking the toes. His reason? He wanted a break from doctors!

As I was forwarding calls, the phone rang. This time it was for a reference for the employee who quit with no notice a few months ago. Our policy has always been to cite the date they became employed and the date they left and give nothing else. The person asking for the reference was not happy. I felt like a prisoner who recites their tag ID except I kept reciting her employment dates with each and every question I was asked. Finally got her off the phone although I know there will be backlash on that and forwarded calls.

Came home to make dinner. Hubs was doing the amputation so I knew I had a couple hours in order to put dinner together. Daughter was over and while throwing out thoughts for ideas for dinner, interjects this "I am being inseminated tomorrow morning" then proceeded to give me more suggestions for dinner. Like the rote person I am, I didn't quite catch what she said until I wrote it down. I looked up and she was laughing and said, "Yep, one egg so we are going to try again". So I might be a grandmother with the grandchild conceived on a full moon.

Could be very interesting 9 months :)

Ankle Update, Sinusitis, Bloggers Who Beg for Money

Ankle: I am 7 weeks postop from having a Chrisman-Snook surgery using an allograft (donor tendon). I have been non-weight bearing and back on the scooter but have been working since the 5th day after the surgery - thankfully I have a sitting job. But I got the cast off yesterday. Wednesday evening I had been on my scooter getting ready for bed when I reached for something and since my cast was a bit loose, my foot almost came out of the cast but while doing it, it tugged on the ankle area. Immediately there was a very sharp pain on the little weight bearing I was allowed. It even hurt in the cast but the ankle was swollen and wouldn't go back down in the cast. By Thursday morning, the ankle felt fine again. After work we went to the wake of a cousin in law who had passed away at age 54 from leukemia and even though I was back on the scooter full time, that pain returned. So after the cast came off, the doctor did a complete series of xrays but they were inconclusive for a possible stress fracture at the tip of the fibula (where the pain was).

I really hope this is really nothing and since Friday I have stayed down and in bed. The surgery I had done (Chrisman-Snook) is only done on people who have severely damaged their ankles (moi). But I am in my Aircast removable boot (above) with minimal weight bearing and still on the scooter. I am allowed to move the ankle a bit but no walking or stepping on it without the cast. It felt so nice to actually wash the foot since the skin is so crusty and I swear that Miracle Gro was in the cast again because my hair is at least 2 inches long and black (the hair on my left leg is blond and only about a half inch long). Hopefully in a few more days of getting the skin back to normal, I can shave without taking off several layers. So far so good though.

The cold from hell I had was actually acute sinusitis and the only treatment was what I was already doing. It finally ran its course after 10 days and a $200 visit to the ENT doctor (went to the deductible).

In other news, I am really peeved about a blogger I know. I just can't understand the audacity of some bloggers who get really popular (I even recommended her blog once) and she is a pretty funny blogger. I enjoyed her. BUT.... in my opinion, once this line is crossed, there is no going back. Her blog link is now in the trash. The line? Having the nerve to put on your blog how desperate you are and to send money now. Sorry - can't do it. Won't do it. Why do people do this? No clue but once they cross into that territory, they are no longer a blog I read. Want to hear something interesting? I hadn't read her blog in a couple of weeks- had been busy fighting a sinus inflammation and had a newsletter to write along with attending my first board meeting. In other words, I was busy. I had a life. I have a lot to do today but it's all tedious work inputting data into our practice management database. Super tedious and one of those projects you just want to snooze on. So when my eyes start going bonkers or I get 2 pages done (whichever comes first), I peruse some of my favorite blogs I haven't had time for. Hers was one. The asking for money was 2 weeks ago. She has raised over $140,000 already. Really? Are there that many saps out there that believe a sucker story? I know this lady. She lives near me. Believe me, she is not desperate. She has money. Now she has more money. Wonder if she has to report it? I don't think her morals are the same as mine. There is no chance on this earth that I would ever ever ask people for money. Not a chance. Not a chance now I will ever visit her blog or see her again.

So that's my catch-up. Can't wait for the Bears game this Sunday! They have gone further than I thought they would at the beginning of the season!

Crabby and Sick of Being Sick

That's me in a nutshell. It's bad enough to have a head cold for 7 days now and to have 4 canker sores and 2 cold sores erupt but put all that with working 12 hour days and have it also affect my Meniere's then add not being able to sleep and not being able to take decongestants (they wire me) and on week 6 of still non-weight bearing and unable to do things for yourself and you have one hell of a crabby person.

I warned people. I warned my employees. My husband and son know to steer clear of me. But anyone who knows me knows to never ever EVER tell me what I can do or can't do because I will react. It's in my nature. Never ever tell me what to do when I am sick and crabby already. That is a recipe for disaster.

So last week on day 1 of said cold, one of my employees started rearranging my stuff (bills, box I carry from office to office, charts, etc.) Why? No clue. So I politely told her once to leave my things alone. I had them organized the way I wanted them. Did she stop? For an hour. Then came into my office while I was in the bathroom and started doing it again. I erupted. My stuff is my stuff. I don't go into her piles. I respect her need to organize. BUT I am her boss. Don't piss off a boss. Don't piss off a crabby boss. That was how last week ended.

Yesterday I am now on day 6 of the cold from hell. My crabbiness has increased per day 100fold. I warned people to just leave me alone. My husband warned the employees to leave me alone. Did one listen? Nope - she was back to organizing my box then had the audacity to tell me all about the evils of Facebook (I was on it while I was trying to down my chicken noodle soup). I exploded. She deserved it. For someone who has never been on Facebook, she, in no way shape or form, has enough intelligence to impart her opinion of Facebook let alone tell her boss what they can and can't do while on a lunch break. She was warned. She chose to ignore that warning. She chose to ignore the simple fact she has no right to tell me what I can or cannot do when I am the boss and owner of said computer. She has no right to paw through my stuff.

Where did respect for another go?

My husband said I was too strict on her. I didn't fire her. I didn't write her up. Maybe if I had not warned them I didn't feel good or not warned them to just leave me alone or maybe not have just had this happen one week ago and she was told no. But when she doesn't listen to any of the above, she deserved every bit of what I gave her.

Again, where did respect for another go?

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year everyone! I again have not posted in a while but just too much clutter aka work and stuff going on that this blog was not the priority.

2010 was not the best of years for me - I had 4 major surgeries; my mother died; my father-in-law was admitted to the hospital over 5 times with a very weak heart and is currently living day to day; a person who I had considered to be a close friend turned out not to even be a friend and the friendship was one sided; we bought another office so our schedule instead of slowing down as we age - has increased tenfold; and then the family drama with my sisters after my mother's death is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. However, there were some good points and some happy moments I am sure.

I decided to have a new outlook on life for 2011. At Christmas we had over 8 inches of snow on the ground. But in the past few days it melted, leaving 'Baby Ruths' in the yard from our granddoggies, a Yellow Page book I never would have used anyway, and ugly brown and muddy grass. All the snow had disappeared. So I got to thinking.....look at this way: The melting of the snow just in time for 2011 was symbolic of melting away 2010 so we can begin with a positive fresh start to 2011. All the bad stuff has melted away and there is no sense dwelling on all that bad stuff. It is time to start anew.

Does this mean the stuff that happened in 2010 should be forgotten? No. It means simply that we need to go forward and not let the past interfere with our future. The past is in the past. It will always be a part of us but it doesn't have to own us. It's time to start with a different attitude.

I am starting 2011 with a temperature of 100 degrees and a pretty intense head cold and sore throat. I refuse to let this cold dictate what I had planned to do this weekend. The only thing it has interfered with so far is being with my husband to celebrate 2011.

So Happy New Year everyone! Start fresh with the new year!