Friday, December 27, 2013

My Favorite Doctor


How do you even begin to explain the love you can have for a man?

1.  He has to get your sense of humor from the very beginning.

2.  He also needs to appreciate the little things you do for him to make him happy and comfortable.

3.  He has to be patient when you talk and talk and talk and talk.

4. He has to listen and listen and listen and listen.

5.  He has to give you his thoughts after you’ve talked and he’s listened and assure you that all is well and everything will be ok.

6.  He has to tell you that nobody can see your flaws, unless they are standing close to you, and then they just add character.

7.  He can never hurt you.

This is the email I received from the opthamologist when I got home (this guy has a lot of time on his hands)…

Krista,

I was little nervous when the first thing you asked me was if I had a sense of humor and could be talked into doing things.  I do think that was funny.  I don’t get many people in my exam room who are eager to do crazy things.  You kinda scare me, but I think I like it.  I think that’s hilarious that people say that about you.  I’d have to agree.

I’m glad you told me about your left armpit.  Since I work from the right side it wouldn’t be a problem.  That was, however, a little strange.  Also, thank you for telling me the trick about using anti-bacterial hand sanitizer as a quick deodorant.  That’s handy. Ha! Ha! Ha!  I do have a sense of humor.  Thanks for shaving your legs, but I only work from the neck up, so you were ok.  I apologize that it was not necessary to take your clothes off and wear the robe.  Sorry.  Once again, I do only work from the neck up.  I must also apologize that we are not a souvenir shop and didn’t have anything for your give-away.  One quick question, when the nurse went back to the room she couldn’t find the curette.  You didn’t happen to see it, did you?

I wanted to reiterate the conversation we had in the procedure room.  This is a chalazion and at this point it has created a membrane and secured itself on the underside of your eyelid.  It will not go away, but might change size.  They tend to fluctuate, but it will definitely be permanent.  I heard you when you said that because you had cancer you are more vigilant about weird things that happen to your body, but I am 99.99% sure that it is not malignant.  The armpit thing…well…that’s weird.

Once again, to the normal person your eye will look fine.  When your eyelid was pulled taut it was much easier to see, but that position isn’t natural, so it would be difficult for most people to notice it.  Really, the only people that look that closely at you would be your mother and your husband and I don’t think they would mind.  I will explain, once again, that I am not a plastic surgeon and cannot give you an eyelift.

At this time, I will again recommend that we hold off on removing the chalazion.  If it starts to hurt or impede your vision we will address the situation at that time.  In the future, The Google, as you called it, can be much scarier than real life, so watch with that in mind.  I assure you that zombies are not real and you do not have to worry about the zombie apocalypse, and no I could not see your brain when I looked into your eye, so I don’t know if it would be especially desirable to zombies.  You ask the most interesting questions.

I would like to thank you for saying that I am your favorite doctor.  You were by far my favorite patient today.

Enjoy the rest of your day.  It was nice meeting you.

Sincerely,

Your Favorite Doctor


…and this is why I love this man.  He is awesome!!!  Thanks for your prayers, they definitely worked.  It was a bit terrifying to see the curette and imagine it scooping out the chalazion and probably my eyeball. I think I might keep it as a memento of my favorite doctor, instead of use it as a give-away.




Oops? Seriously? Oops?


Graphicish content.  Read at your own risk.  I kid you not.  Mom, don’t read this you will probably hurl and you’re welcome people for not attaching the link.


Me:  Excuse me?  You want to do what to my eye?

Doctor:  In order to remove a chalazion you must use a tool designed to scoop out the chalazion.

Me:  You knock me out, right?

Doctor:  No.  I will use a local inside and outside of your eyelid.  At this point I will lift your eyelid and go in from the back and make a 3mm incision and remove the cyst.  We will then place a compress on your eye until the oozing blood stops.

Me:  I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly.  I am awake?  I can see you coming at me with a scalpel?  There is oozing? 

Doctor:  Yes.

Me:  Hmmm…I’ve decided that you are possibly NOT my favorite doctor.  The doctor who stitched up my finger was one of my favorite doctors.  I just met you, but I’m leaning toward not after your description.  No offense.

Doctor:  No offense taken.  It will be fine.

Soooo, this procedure happens tomorrow afternoon and you will possibly hear me expressing my displeasure to a sadistic doctor (I mean, really, “it will be fine” basically means you will probably lose your eyeball when he slips with the special scooper and pops it out) and his staff.

I have a lot of respect for people in professions that save the lives of their fellow man:  doctors, nurses, police officers, firemen, paramedics, ice cream men, soldiers, and those whom I’ve forgotten to mention.  Thank you.

But if I have a repeat of one of my previous experiences I am going to unload, AGAIN.

Past experience…

First, when you have slit a hole into someone’s jugular vein, while they are AWAKE, and you are threading in a tube, you are not allowed to say “Oops”.  I believe that conversation went something like this and was very uncharacteristic of me…

Me:  Oops?  Oops?  Did you just say oops?  You DON’T EVER say OOPS in an operating room with the patient AWAKE!!!  What the hell?

Doctor and Nurses:  Ha! Ha! Ha!

Me:  This is not funny.  AT ALL.

A few minutes later…


Me:  Is it supposed to hurt in my chest?

Doctor:  We are cutting into you.  I will give you some more anesthetic.

Me:  No, I mean is it supposed to hurt on my left side?

Doctor:  Um, no.

Me:  I swear to God, if you gave me a f*cking pulmonary embolism I am going to kill you!  I watched the show on ER when Dr. Corday and Dr. Romano couldn’t save Dr. Knight from her pulmonary embolism.  I did not get to say good-bye to my children this morning because they were sleeping!!!  Are you new or something?

Doctor and Nurse:  Ha! Ha! Ha!

Me:  What is wrong with you people?  You should NEVER laugh.  This does NOT make me feel better.  I think you missed that day in med school when they teach you about bedside manner, and I want an X-ray!

Doctor:  <under his breath>  I hate the internet and doctor shows.

Me:  Yah, well you’re not one of my favorite people.

The conversation on my end of this procedure might have resulted in the conversation that I had while my port was removed by a DIFFERENT doctor.

Doctor:  Oh my gosh, who did this procedure?

Me:  A doctor who hates me.

Doctor:  He did a horrible job.  I will do my best to fix the scar.

Me:  You are my favorite doctor.

BTW, do not Google the chalazion removal procedure.  I almost threw up.

I’m hoping my doctor tomorrow will be kind and gentle, and I’m also hoping I pass out.

One more thing, Ambien doesn’t always calm you down.

A Fingernail Is Not A Toothbrush


Driving to the mall with Mammall, Emily, Audrey, and Olivia…

Me:  By a show of hands, who has brushed their teeth this morning?

Four of us raise our hand and one does the “kinda” motion and says eeehhh.

Me:  What does eeehhh mean?

Daughter (to not be named to avoid embarrassment, although, should be identified to avoid death by her breath):  Well I kinda did it.

Me:  How do you kinda brush your teeth?  Does walking by the bathroom and looking at your toothbrush count as kinda doing it?

Daughter:  No, I went like this.  <uses her fingernail to scrub/scratch front teeth between and around her braces>.

Me:  That is disgusting.  Here, use some hand sanitizer and I’m calling Laura when we get home.  You, obviously, need a tutorial, and I’m pretty sure your teeth are going to fall out of your head and I’m not going to pay to replace them, because I paid for toothbrushes and toothpaste.  You should count your lucky stars we aren’t talking about wearing a helmet when you ride your bike, because then I would have to call Lori.

P.S. I miss you Lori.




It's About The Underwear Not The Hair


I love learning new things and thanks to Glamour magazine I now know the “Six Sexy Hairstyles Men Are Attracted To”.

…I do not see a ponytail anywhere on this list. 

Am I not sexy? 

I was pretty sure Wonder Woman lingerie made you sexy.

http://www.youbeauty.com/hair/galleries/sexy-hair-men-love#7

Photo Op


My friend, Kristen, sells really yummy strawberries and jam.  When I head to the grocery store I always text her to let her know I’m on my way to get the “good” strawberries and the Smuckers jam.

Today Liv and I were at Wal-Mart, my home-away-from-home, and the lady at the “Hey, you should use the Pillsbury Pie Crust” kiosk was showing berries:  blackberries, blueberries, and strawberries.  Hello photo op!!!!!!!

I took a picture of Liv next to the strawberries and sent it to Kristen.  You know, cuz I’m all kinds of antagonistic.

Her response was “Gross”.

Welllllll, the next thing you know Liv and I are in a photo shoot for Wal-mart and they are taking pictures of us with different food kiosks throughout the store with our “Yummmm, this is so good” look on our faces.  I tell you what, making “delisioso” faces photo after photo is really hard work.  I know when I am a super model I’ll have to sacrifice, but the paycheck will be worth the possibility that my face will be stuck like that forever.

I Only Keep You Around Because You Are Taller Than Me


Feeling a bit progressive today.

I put the tabs on the van by MYSELF.

I know, I know…I’m not just a silly housewife.  I can step up and do “man” chores. In my world a “man chore”, involves a vehicle.

Yes, I’ve never put on tabs.  I do like to make Thomas feel like he is needed.  You’re welcome, Thomas.

I walked back in the house and told Thomas…

Me:  Yah, that’s right, I just did your job.  I bet you’re starting to feel a bit less needed.

Thomas:  What?  Are you kidding me?  You wet the end of a paper towel, wiped off an 1 ½” x 2” space on the plate, dried it with the other end of the towel, and then placed the sticker on the license plate.  I’m really not feeling threatened.

Me:  Dude, you totally should.  When I read the directions…

Thomas:  You had to read directions on how to put on a sticker?

Me:  Yah, I wanted to do it correctly.  Besides, I read that if you put it on the plate and you try to take it off it will be destroyed and you can’t use it again.

Thomas:  Why would you need to take it off?

Me:  Well, it’s very important to line it up right over top of the old one so it doesn’t show.  You have to take your time and place it very slowly, because once it starts sticking you can’t change your mind.

Thomas:  I stand corrected.  Thanks for taking off the pressure of putting on a vehicle tab.  You’re the best!!!

Me:  I know, right?  But I don’t want to do it again, because it is very boring and you normally do all the boring jobs.  See, I do need you.  Which by the way, I need a couple light bulbs replaced.  Could you pop up and do that?

Thomas:  It is 3 ½ feet above the island in the kitchen.  You walk by it every day. How can you not do it?

Me:  I have to get the bulb out of the cupboard in the laundry room, which means I have to move the laundry basket and stand on my toes.  That is so boring.

Thomas:  You walk through the laundry room every day to get to your van!

Me:  Dude, just do it.  Besides, I’m going out the door when I walk through the laundry room.  I’m busy.

Thomas:  Yah, but you have to come BACK through the laundry room when you get home.  You are ridiculous.

And then he went and changed the light bulb, cuz I am awesome and made him feel needed.

What's In A Stew



Thomas asked if we could have stew for dinner.

Sure, we haven’t had it in awhile, and it is super easy to make.

While I was shopping for the ingredients, I grabbed the V8 off the shelf, put it in the cart, and sent an email to myself.

“V8 – garbage”

Which means…

“After pouring the V8 into the crockpot, rinse the carton and take it immediately to the garbage in the garage.  Make sure to put it underneath any bags that may already be there.”

There are certain things our kids don’t like to eat.  If they knew that those things show up in meals that they DO like, their psyche wouldn’t be able to handle it, and they would stop eating that meal.

I suffer from that with Grey Poupon and vinegar.

So, I make sure to hide the ingredients they don’t like or deny (lie) that it’s in the meal.

For example, “No, that’s not spinach in the smoothie.  It’s green sprinkles.  It’s candy.”

Why spoil one of their favorite meals by telling them what’s in it?