Friday Nights Just Got a Little More Interesting

Russ and Christian joined an all male softball team. They play Friday nights and play two games against the same opponent. Heather and I went to cheer on our husbands and were not disappointed on being entertained.

The first game went well with the guys team winning. Nothing too excited happened, a couple of the players on the opposite team were a little whiny but nothing big. Heather and I left about five minutes before the second game started to go and get some coffee and returned around the third inning. One of the wives who is the score keeper told us that we missed an almost fight between the two teams apparently the guys started mouthing off to each other. A few minutes after we got there the other teams pitcher and catcher kept complaining to the ump and making up rules and whatnot. Heather and I started to mouth off to them a little to just play the game and stop complaining. Apparently the catcher didn't like that very much because he told us to "shut the F*** up" and that he was "going to kick our a**" and so on. I said "oh that's great you're really going to cuss out a girl" and he got pretty upset and started to yell even more. Eventually the ump threw him out of the game. A minute later he started to head over in our direction so Heather got her phone out in case she needed to call 9-1-1. The dude was really scary. Fortunately he was only trying to talk to the ump and explain his case. Still, I don't think I've ever been as frightened by a man in my life as I was at that moment.

On a funnier note, Heather and I were talking and not paying attention when all of a sudden I hear "heads!" I look up and the ball is coming right for me. I leaned over on Heather and tried to push her over so I could get over but ended more on top off her so she couldn't move. The ball missed us by inches! It was pretty intense...Of course off all the spectators the ball would find it's way over to me and Heather.

Sicky Sick Girl

Monday morning I woke up and uvula (the little bally thingy that hangs down in the back of your mouth) was swollen. It was a little irritating but not to bad. Tuesday the pain and swelling extended down to my non-tonsils (the place my tonsils used to be until I had them out five years ago). Still not too bad until I got home Tuesday night. I asked Russ what he wanted for dinner and he said he wanted Sheppard's pie (my family's version is mashed potatoes, hamburger meat and corn all mixed together) which is my favorite. Normally I don't have enough energy to make that kind of a meal on a weekday but I felt up to it so I stopped at the store to get the ingredients and went to work making it. After mixing up the mashed potatoes I took a scoop to see if it needed more butter or anything. My throat felt like it was on fire! Tears started welling up in my eyes and I took a sip of water to try and clear out the burning only the water made it burn too! So I just sat and watched as Russ ate his delicious mashed potatoes.

When I got to work on Wednesday feeling miserable everyone told me that I HAD to go and see the Dr. I finally gave in and called and they could see me in about two hours. I left work and told everyone I would be back around 1:00. The Dr. took one look at my non-tonsils and thought I had strep. She did a test and it came back negative but she didn't believe it was really negative. So she took another sample to send off to a lab and said we wouldn't find out for two more days. She said that if it is strep she didn't want me to be working with the public (since I'm kind of in a medical field) and so I couldn't go back to work today and I would have to continue missing work until we found out what it was. If it was strep I would have to take an antibiotic for 24 hours before I could return to work. Since she thought it was strep she said I could start taking the antibiotics now and be able to come to work Thursday. I chose that option. When I called work back to let them know I couldn't return I didn't get a very warm reception which frustrated me. The same people that insisted that I go see the Dr. were upset when I let them know the Dr. said I couldn't come back to work. My office manager spoke to my Dr. and they decided I shouldn't come back in, so I went home and slept for two hours.

I returned to work today going on 48 hours of not being able to eat or drink anything and completely drained. I just knew today was going to be a horrible day. I got a little worried when a patient who was mean to me last week came through the door. I was upset that I told him we needed to update his health history and threw a fit insisting he wasn't going to do it and throwing the clipboard down on the chair. So imagine my shock when he came bearing a dozen yellow roses with my name on them. He wanted to apologize for his behavior, he had a hard day that morning (a close friend had just passed away) and was taking it out on the wrong person. Of course I forgave him, I haven't gotten flowers from anyone but Russ in a long time. Then one of the assistants brought to my attention that we have a topical anesthetic spray that I could use. That stuff was sent from heaven. It tasted disgusting but with just a few sprays I was completely numb for two hours. I could now drink water!!!! I was never more grateful for something so simple.

Hopefully in a few more days I'll be able to eat some actual solid foods. I decided my first meal then will be a hot dog from Costco, a doughnut or churro, and warm chocolate chip cookies.

Meany Head

I saw Dr. Oh about four months ago regarding the numbness, tingling, and twitches going on in my left leg and he told me I needed to stretch six times a day and it would get better but to have an MRI done on my neck to be sure. When nothing showed up in the MRI and four months later nothing was better my Chiro sent me back to him to re-eval the situation.

I saw him today and he asked me if I had been stretching, I told him not as much as he had asked me to but some. Then he told me to try and touch my toes and bend this way and that way, etc. He had me sit down and put my leg up on a chair (just doing that hurt) and then reach and try to touch my toes. I didnt get very far before I welled up with tears because it hurt so bad. He measured with a ruler and I was ten inches away from my toe. He had me sit there stretching for five minutes while we talked. I told him that a lot of times at night when I stretched before bed it made the symptoms worse. He explained that I was stretching to hard, to go slow at first. He said that my muscles are wound way to tight and began to demonstrate (I really think he was just showing off) how most of the population can touch their toes with ease. He told me he wanted me to take at least five minutes at least three times a day (morning, noon, and night) and stretch,stretch,stretch. My eyes were welling up with tears the entire time he was talking and I finally broke down at this point and started crying. I asked him if he really thought it was realistic for me to do this. I have trouble waking up in the morning as is (thats a whole other problem I've been overwhelmed with lately) and have about ten minutes to get ready. It's not realistic to say while at work I can sit in the break room doing stretches in front of everyone. Which only leaves the night which I realistically could do while watching TV. I don't think he knew how to respond to me tears. He asked why I was crying and I told him its because I've been having this pain for almost five years now and I was tired of it. Being told to stretch all the time and the pain "should" go away wasn't something I really wanted to hear. I wanted a concrete this is why you hurt do this and you'll be better. He said that if I really wanted he could refer me to get another MRI done on my lower back this time and if nothing showed up we would know that he was right (what an ass!)

At the end of the five minutes he explained that after that much time of stretching you should have at least a three inch improvement in your reach. We tried again and I was at nine inches, I gained one inch. He kind of laughed at me and said well, just keep stretching. Again, not what I wanted to hear and especially didnt want to be laughed at about it. I started to cry again, he handed me a tissue and said he would meet me up front. I walked out into a waiting room full of people with red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. I was humiliated. It's Dr.'s like that that make me want to purposely not stretch because I dont want him to be right. He was so arrogant and uncaring, not the type of Dr. I need or want in my life.

I will stretch as much as I can and I do hope that it will help, that its all that simple but I will not give him any credit for it....butt hole.