Friday, August 16, 2019
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Follow Your Intuition. You CAN Say No To The Doctor.
I've been a Licensed Massage Therapist for many years. During these years I've heard the horrors of people's problems and diseases, as well as the pleasures of therapies and healing. Personally, I try every natural solution to healing while working with medical professionals. I'm not medically educated, I know that, but I do know that in life there are professionals in every field that aren't credible, or maybe just not a fit for me. Yes, Doctors and Priests can be corrupt despite what I was raised to believe.
I've been dealing with a knee injury since last spring. The Nurse Practitioner in my doctors office bent my knee a few times and said that it was a torn MCL. She gave me a print out of exercises to do. No XRay, No MRI, no orders to come back, just a print out.
After we re-located to Nevada, my knee was still bothering me so I went to a new GP. He bent my leg around a few times and said that it was probably my Meniscus and that I would need an MRI. He proceeded to take an XRay (which, by the way, would not show a Meniscus injury), injected my joint with a steroid and sent me on my way. No follow up for further testing or that elusive MRI that he said would be necessary for a Meniscus injury.
Again, my knee was the same. I called a different Orthopedic office to start from scratch and maybe get an expert professional opinion about my knee. First, the girl at the desk didn't look up for several minutes, and finally gave me a clip board full of papers to fill out. While filling out the paper work we noticed many older people coming in with walkers after hip replacements while the shrew at the counter let them stand un-attended for long periods of time. I noticed the waiting room to be dirty, and many of the people talking about having two surgeries for the same problem. Seemed sketchy.
Once it was my turn to submit my clipboard of new patient forms, the shrew told me to sit down and XRay would come and get me. I told her that I had gotten XRays the week before and I had brought the report with me. Turns out, the report isn't good enough. They need the films. If I wanted to use my own, I'd have to fill out the transfer request .... AAAAAARRRGGH!! The transfer request was one of the forms that I completed on the clipboard that I had just handed to her!
At this point, I looked the shrew in the eye and said that I was leaving. If the Doctor lost a 30 minute appointment, maybe he should charge it to her. The minute I got in the door at home, my phone was ringing. It was her. She was SO sorry, blah, blah, blah. I decided to look on Yelp to see if there was a back story and indeed there was. Chelsea is a shrew. It was unanimous.
I've done my homework now. I've had an MRI and have an appointment with a highly recommended Sports Medicine Doc on the 21st of August. Who knows where I might have ended up if I hadn't walked out of the shrews office? It's not over yet, but I feel like I'm on the right track. My intuition told me to run and keep searching for the right doc for me. Despite what my Mother told me. After all, it's MY body.
I've been dealing with a knee injury since last spring. The Nurse Practitioner in my doctors office bent my knee a few times and said that it was a torn MCL. She gave me a print out of exercises to do. No XRay, No MRI, no orders to come back, just a print out.
After we re-located to Nevada, my knee was still bothering me so I went to a new GP. He bent my leg around a few times and said that it was probably my Meniscus and that I would need an MRI. He proceeded to take an XRay (which, by the way, would not show a Meniscus injury), injected my joint with a steroid and sent me on my way. No follow up for further testing or that elusive MRI that he said would be necessary for a Meniscus injury.
Again, my knee was the same. I called a different Orthopedic office to start from scratch and maybe get an expert professional opinion about my knee. First, the girl at the desk didn't look up for several minutes, and finally gave me a clip board full of papers to fill out. While filling out the paper work we noticed many older people coming in with walkers after hip replacements while the shrew at the counter let them stand un-attended for long periods of time. I noticed the waiting room to be dirty, and many of the people talking about having two surgeries for the same problem. Seemed sketchy.
Once it was my turn to submit my clipboard of new patient forms, the shrew told me to sit down and XRay would come and get me. I told her that I had gotten XRays the week before and I had brought the report with me. Turns out, the report isn't good enough. They need the films. If I wanted to use my own, I'd have to fill out the transfer request .... AAAAAARRRGGH!! The transfer request was one of the forms that I completed on the clipboard that I had just handed to her!
At this point, I looked the shrew in the eye and said that I was leaving. If the Doctor lost a 30 minute appointment, maybe he should charge it to her. The minute I got in the door at home, my phone was ringing. It was her. She was SO sorry, blah, blah, blah. I decided to look on Yelp to see if there was a back story and indeed there was. Chelsea is a shrew. It was unanimous.
I've done my homework now. I've had an MRI and have an appointment with a highly recommended Sports Medicine Doc on the 21st of August. Who knows where I might have ended up if I hadn't walked out of the shrews office? It's not over yet, but I feel like I'm on the right track. My intuition told me to run and keep searching for the right doc for me. Despite what my Mother told me. After all, it's MY body.
Monday, July 8, 2019
I PROMISED Myself Never To Blog About Politics
I have chosen to eliminate cable news from my home. For a while, I switched back and forth from liberal to conservative news to get an idea of what truths and falsehoods were being peddled by whom. After a short time of that information, I realized that I'm not a liberal or a conservative. I also learned that the messengers were as dramatic as the politicians. The finger pointing and accusations, the name calling, and the drama has become so deliberate that I refuse to be taken for a fool by believing the contrived stories about each individual.
So far, I've been able to muddle through the news and social media to have an idea of the topics of the day, but frankly, I don't really like anybody ... The Politicians, or the grandstanding, tattle taleing press.
What aggravates me the most is when a Republican politician gets up and says "The Democrats believe ... blah, blah, blah." Then, the Democrats do the same. Don't they know that they're peddling their muck to everybody. NOBODY believes everything that one party stands for. Come on!! Let me say it again, NOBODY who knows whats going on in the daily news agrees exclusively with one side.
A couple of years ago, I dropped all loyalty to a party and began searching for a candidate who aligned more closely to all of the things that I care about. I changed my affiliation to NON AFFILIATED, or Independent if you will.
According to Wikipedia; An independent voter, often also called an unaffiliated voter in the United States, is a voter who does not align themselves with a political party. An independent is variously defined as a voter who votes for candidates on issues rather than on the basis of a political ideology or partisanship;[1] a voter who does not have long-standing loyalty to, or identification with, a political party;[2][3] a voter who does not usually vote for the same political party from election to election;[4][5] or a voter who self-describes as an independent.[6]
I see some of the Democratic Candidates using the word ALL in their speeches. I'm hoping that while they're peddling their agenda to colors, genders, faiths, and each demographic that they are carefully courting, that they remember the other party of voters that have left party affiliation.
Human beings regardless of party need many of the same things. Health care, decent paying jobs, an environment that does not threaten the globe, human or animal species, fairness to all, and integrity in their daily lives. This means everyone.
I will cast my vote for the candidate that offers the most of the above mentioned items. As an independent voter, I owe nothing to an organized party. I like it that way. I'm an American, above all, and that's why I'm blogging about politics.
Friday, February 22, 2019
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Thursday, January 3, 2019
Prayer Of St. Francis
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there is hatred let me bring your love
Where there is injury, your pardon Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in you
Where there is hatred let me bring your love
Where there is injury, your pardon Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in you
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness ever joy
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness ever joy
Oh, master grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul
Make me a channel of your peace
It isn't pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving to all men let we receive
And in dying that we're born to turn around
It isn't pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving to all men let we receive
And in dying that we're born to turn around
Oh, master grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness ever joy
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness ever joy
Prayer of Saint Francis
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