Sooooo

I went to the ENT this morning. I was the first appointment of the day....

And I waited an hour before the guy actually came in, THEN he took a call on his cell phone within a minute of coming in and walked right back out the door. With anyone else I would have said something... but obviously I want this guy to do something for me, so I don't really want to piss him off. I understand if he was on call at the hospital and was that late, but from what I have heard he is always late (along with many of the professionals in his field).

Why is it that doctors seem to think you should value their time, but when it comes to it being the other way around... Nope, you're not important enough, even though you pay the bills.

Here are my solutions:

Phone issue: When you are on call at the hospital, make sure they text you. That way you can glance at your phone, get the message, finish up with your patient and be on your way.

Tardiness: As far as being routinely an hour or more late... if you want to start your day later, THEN DO IT, but don't make appointments for times that you aren't willing to be there. If you have to, then make sure your family knows to get you out the door on time. If you are over 15 minutes late I say the office should give out $15 Wal-Mart gift certificate for every 15 minutes they are late.... ei an hour would equal $60 in goods and the insurance wouldn't be the one benefiting, it would be the customer for their wasted time.

Anyhow, he stuck an obnoxious little wire thingy up my nose (it was a scope) and then down to my voice box. I almost gagged. Yay for prodding of the orifices. They didn't find anything except that it looked like I have a little reflux and inflammation... nothing that would cause me to cough up blood.

So they scheduled a bronchoscopy (where they stick the evil wire down in your lungs and look around) for the 24th. Basically they want to rule out the big nasties (aka cancer) first... even if it does seem unlikely.

So now I'm on an antibiotic, and anti-inflammation, and reflux meds.

And we wonder why the pharmaceutical companies have so much power in our government! Gafah!

Chiropractors

So I went to the Chiropractor this morning... which was nice in that now I feel much more comfortable in my own skin! The thing that frustrates me about Chiropractors though is this...

They are expensive... even with insurance that covers them, my co pay is $30.

They want you to come back... like 3 times a week at first... that co pay? Ya, for one week just went up to $90.

I know it may be hard for them to understand, but I'm not made of money. I can't afford that. In one paycheck that ends up being $180 out of pocket. And hate to say it... I have a mortgage to pay, a car payment, power, water, etc etc etc... that come first on the bills list. I also would like to, maybe? Hopefully? though probably not going to happen...put my kids in swim lessons this summer.

And while I know that what chiropractors do is good and it will prevent me from having more health issues in the future...

It just doesn't seen $180 a paycheck urgent... you know what I mean?

Worries

I hate this time when my babies are between 4-7 months old. Not the babies themselves. They are wonderful. But because of my fear of them not getting enough to eat.

If you don't know we had a real scare with Gavin when he went to his 6 month "well baby" checkup at the pediatrician. He had lost a full 2 pounds and me being the naive and ignorant new mom that I was, I had thought that he was just getting longer/"taller". Well, after countless wonderfully fun medical tests (everything from a chest x-ray and MRI to blood work) on a 6 month old no real reason was really found... besides of course the fact that my milk may have come up short.

With Myranda I didn't even really try to nurse past 4 months old due to the fear that she would go hungry... after the first signs that my milk may be going out I instantly switched her to formula.

Well, with Liam I'm doing my best to do all I can to continue nursing... but I still have this nagging fear that I will be naive and stupid again and not realize what is going on until the poor kid has suffered.

So, instead of just loving the heck out of this age of my children, I spend the whole time with a nagging fear in the back of my head that something will go wrong and they will be hurt because I wasn't intelligent enough to see what was going on. And in my opinion this is the age that babies are the cutest DARN IT!!!

*sigh*

Hmmm. Maybe this is the reason behind my paranoia about my childrens safety... ie stairs/windowells