Off to the field of dandelions and wildflowers to regain my spirit.

I am furious. I have totally had it with incompetent fools.

I went to get a small bowel series, just to make sure my Crohn's was still in remission, at SNCH (Local hospital near me). Purposely made the first appt of the morning since I knew the test would take a couple hours. Had my script and read it to the person over the phone when I made the appt. She said, that is fine. Bring it with you.

I did.

I get to outpatient check in at 7:45am. Get to Radiology at 7:50am. My appt was to be 8am.

I was fine when they took in the first couple of people who came in after me, they probably were getting regular x-rays or a CAT scan. I even went up to the receptionist at 8:30am and asked nicely, how long do you think it will be. "Oh, they are setting up the room now for you". Okay,no problem.

9am.... a technician calls in another person who was not sure what they were having done..."Oh, you are having a small bowel series, it will take a few hours, come this way"....

I waited 10 more minutes and then went up to the receptionist again.

"Oh, we are waiting on another script from your doctor, they have not faxed it over yet"...

HUH?
You mean you first lied about having the room ready for me, then you make me sit over an hour without telling me that the script, which you said was fine originally, was not fine. I see...

Oh, it's your doctors fault.

NO It is not his fault that you did not inform me that I would have to wait. You did not give me the opportunity to stay or come back when things were corrected.

FURIOUS.

I am use to medical tests. I have had millions of them on all parts of my body, head to toe. I am very blaze about the length of time they take. I do not have to be anywhere in particular usually. Today was no different. But no one has the right to not inform me of what the truth of a situation is.

I left with out the test.

Came home and although I wanted to drown my anger in food, put on Jazzy's leash and took him for a half hour walk. I calmed down but am still really angered.

I called the manager of the Radiology dept of the hospital and of course got an answering machine. I asked for a call back so I could lodge a complaint. Not that the script was wrong, but about the way I was treated.

I called my Gastroenterologist who wanted the test and asked when they got the request (8:15am) and when the right script was faxed over (8:20am). I asked them to just send me the script and I would make another appt with a different Radiology office.

Then, I remember to call the Neurologist office to get a recap on what the PA told me about my tests.

Brain injury due to old Pseudo tumor Cerebri.

And, doctor, just what does this mean to me?
Oh, my doctor is on vacation and you can't tell me a thing? Okay.
Well, how about the fact that the Physical therapy I am doing is making me feel 100% worse instead of better?
I should not do it? Then what do I do?
Oh, okay, I will wait until MY neurologist is back in the office. Any clue as to when that may be? Sometime this week. Fine. I will call back

Friggin morons........

Off to the field of dandelions and wildflowers to regain my spirit.

And one last thing

I had wanted to mention this a few days ago but did not have the chance.

I HATE GOING TO THE GYNOCOLOGIST!!!!

A particular thread on CK

You know, I just re read the thread Lindsay started.
Then I considered all the negative responses given.

I am firmly convinced that those who beat the snot out of the concept really did not read the thread.

Ah well, just another day.

Maybe I am just looking at it wrong?

Lets figure this out.

We should be tough but loving.

We should give the warm fuzzies out but kick their butts too.

I have been reading over my journal er blog from CK since I started.

Warm loving fuzzies are nice but a tough kick in my butt gave me the strength to do what I needed to do.

A little High blood pressure and high sugar level did not get me motivated. Respiratory arrest did. I think the butt kicking should have started when the little blood pressure and sugar levels started rising.

So, should I kick butt or give the fuzzies?

Aw hell, get the fuzzies from your family, you ask for help, I am going to kick some butt.

Nasty Moronic people and me.

Now, what I really wanted to say regarding customer service representatives who suck is:
Fuck them.
I was a CSR for a cable company for 7 years. I was never nasty, unhelpful, beligerent, or bitchy to my customers. And let me tell you, dealing with irate cable customers can tax even a Saint.

I love the line one rep gave me after informing me that because I was not working I could not get GHI medical insurance: "Is there anything else I may help you with today?"

I know it is a company policy for a rep to say that. I use to have to say it all the time. It is without a doubt one of the most idiotic question to ask a customer.

Here is what went on in my head when she said it
1. "Yeah, can you fuck yourself?"
2. "Yeah, you can let your supervisor know that I want him or her to go fuck themselves"
3. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

I actually said, "No, considering you have been of no help to me so far, I doubt there is anything else I would ask of you or your company.

Okay, so I was a little nasty.

Which brings me to my next encounter. I am sure there are competent cashiers in this country. I have just been not getting on their lines. I was a cashier twice in my life. I learned how to make change. It is not rocket science.
I go food shopping and get on a line to check out. A customer who had checked out two people before me comes back to the girl and says you short changed me. SHE COULDN'T COUNT OUT THE CHANGE THE COMPUTER GENERATED RECEIPT SAID TO GIVE THE CUSTOMER.
Good lord, your moron, all you have to do is match up the cash to the receipt.

And this leads me to something mentioned on CK when I commented that I did not think the average person understood calories and just how much is in fast food. Some one totally disagreed with me. You know I will accept when I am wrong but I wasn't. Did not argue the point on CK though. Enough drama.

People, if you ask the average person how many calories, proteins, fats, carbs are in a mcdonalds cheeseburger and a small fries you will get a a large amount of individuals who will under estimate the amount by about 40-60%.

The average person is not educated enough about eating properly and getting the right nutrition. If they were, Fast food would be obselete.

Ah, I feel better.

I believe more and more, that while not everyone needs to get WLS to lose and maintain a good weight and life style, I think most of those who have gotten the WLS definitely get the whole concept of taking responsibility for themselves and their actions.
The link is to the thread on Obesity Help.com. I hope if you read it, you will see an interesting thing. No one on it is allowing history to repeat itself.

http://obesityhelp.com/forums/LapBand/action,replies/board_id,5359/topic_id,3082397/cat_id,4959/a,messageboard/

What is it with some people?

Now, I will defend anyones right to say what they feel. I don't have to agree with it, I just have to respect the right to free speech.

That said...

When someone argues their point so loud and so long and yet says nothing productive or positive to take away from their thought process, why can't we just smack them upside their head and tell them to get over themselves?

Being mean and vendictive is digusting. Being "snarky" can be over the top, but I kind of like Snarkiness.
I, me, myself, have spent a great majority of my life attempting to figure out just why someone became the wretched creature that they are.
I am learning:
1. I do not care anymore for why you are like you are, we all have our battles to fight.

2. While I sympathize with your plight, it does not give you the right to demand that I play into your attitudes.

and

3. If you do not like how life is for you, go out and find a way to make it better.

I love people, I love debate, I love exchanges of ideas. I will not engage in nastiness unless my back is to a wall. I use to be against the wall alot. I now just smile and walk away.

Remember, there is a difference between constructive criticism and vindictiveness.

Off site honesty

Okay,
Here is what I am trying to figure out. If I eat 8 slices of Pizza (insert your favorite food please) it is because:

Mother was mean to me
Father did not let me date at age 16
Siblings were bullies
People do not like me
I was told by my boss that he did not like my work
My coworker is an idiot
Life is not fair
Little league put me in the outfield
My children are rude
My husband bought those darn things into the house
I have no time to eat healthy food
I have no time for myself
I have no time to cook

Okay you get the idea.

Now, with the exception of being molested or tortured in some way as a child, which is a really good reason to want to escape somehow…

Here is the reality: I eat them because they taste wonderful. I eat them so to the point of turning off all logic and keep going. I eat them so that I do not have to confront the fact that I am doing something destructive to myself. I choose this pathway.

In MY life, I have had to deal with Dyslexia, Allergies, Asthma, Depression, Anxiety, bullies, dysfunctional parents and brothers, month long Bronchitis every year as a kid that kept me out of school, thoughts of suicide, minor attempts of suicide, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Crohns disease, 10 major surgeries, 24 minor procedures that required at the least sedatives or local anesthesia, Cardiac Arrest, Respiratory Arrest, HBP, Hypothyroid, Apnea in which I still have not recovered some brain function due to it, temporary blindness due to Pseudotumor Cerebri, narrowing of my field of vision from unknown illnesses, Syncope…. Etc.

I ate the slices of pizza because they taste good. I chose eating them in the past because when nothing else was under my control the decision to eat was. I could just have easily decided to stop eating all together and become Anorexic. I could have become Bulimic, but I do not throw up easily. I could have taken a gun and blew my brains out. For a while as a teenager I chose to take a lot of recreational drugs. But, for the most part food gave me the most pleasure. I have had a ton of mental therapy. And you know what, Life isn’t fair. Shit happens. Deal with it. Food still gives me the most pleasure. I just have stopped letting it run my life.

I have the gastric band. It is my tool to help me stop using food as my only pleasure. It reminds me to explore other options in enjoying life. Eating may always be my favorite thing to do. I am now just choosing to try out other things.

Just my opinion. Yours may vary.