Small town hospitals......{suck}

So you know I'm a small town girl.  Born, raised, loved, lived.....left. {miss it like crazy}

One thing about small(ish) towns that I don't miss is their hospitals.

rewind 11ish years.....  my mom was misdiagnosed for YEARS as having low iron, depression, migraines, etc...  by TWO different small town hospitals {a few years apart}.

eeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh........wrong answer!

Brain tumor.  In fact, pretty sure she's in the journal of medicine for having one of the biggest brain tumors recorded, and surviving it. 

HOW DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING THE SIZE OF A GRAPEFRUIT INSIDE YOUR SKULL, COMPRESSING YOUR BRAIN AND SURVIVE? 

better question is, HOW DOES NO ONE SCAN LOOK FOR IT WITH ALL OF HER SYMPTOMS?

not sure, but she did survive.

fast-forward back to now.....

my dad calls me to say that he has a kidney stone, and has to go in today for a ultra sound to see if he will be able to pass it.  supposedly, its the size of a pencil eraser...  {ouch!}

today he calls me and says that he's on his way to the hospital for a "quick check" because they think he has a hole in his intestine, full of infection and needs to be operated on.  he wants to go to st. mary's in rochester, minnesota.  {hello, mayo clinic!!} 

needless to say i am a wreck.

after being seen there in rochester, they tell him that either he didn't have a kidney stone, or he passed it.  and infact, he doesn't have a hole in his intestine, he has a mild case of appendicitis, and they can treat it w/o surgery....

S.E.R.I.O.U.S.L.Y?!??!?!?!?

had he stayed there, he probably woulda been cut open!  i can't believe it.  {or can i?}  how freakin scary! 

today has been another crazy ass roller coaster, and i'm over the craziness.  i'm gonna look for an exorcist to come in and shoo away all the crazies.  maybe it can let m have a relatively tame, drama free life. 

but before i do that, i need to go buy some cracker jacks.... 

I've always wanted to be a doctor, and since it seems like all you need to work in a small town hospital, is a paper saying you're a doctor, what do i have to lose??????? 

 maybe i'll get the "doctor's certificate" prize in the next box I buy. 

LOL

There are never too many hugs...

Yet again today I hear another story of child abuse thru a facebook friend.  What happened to hugs?   Don't get me wrong, kids are challenging...  but won't they better react to love than punches?  
How can you even sit there and beat your kid?  Its something I can't fathom.   Yet people do.  I'm not against a good spank once in a while, but time-out works for us, so that's few and far between.  But full blown bruising, black eyes, bloody noses?  C'mon....
I'm sick about it. 
Don't you feel better when you get a hug?  I know I do.
Pretty sure it sucks to get your a$$ beat as an adult,  (I don't know, thank goodness!) imagine being a kid!
Hug those babies.
Pretty sure no one will report you for "hugging your kids too much."
Hug them right now, please. 

Happy lil android....

So, I just downloaded the app for my phone....  Watch out, america!  Now all of those little things that run through my head at random times are destined to be blasted into cyberspace.  {I'm in trouble now!!}
But, I better get to sleep, that alarm will be buzzing before I know it!
Til next time!

Kellyn's polka-dots.....

Kellyn, (stomping) "mom, there's something on my feet."

Me, "what is it?"

 K, "I don't know, something." (still stomping)

Me, "what does it feel like?"

K, "polkadots." {i'm pretty sure her foot was asleep!}

ROFLMAO! I busted out laughing!

Then she makes me feel her foot, and then slap it... as if i will be able to feel what she's feeling... 

hahahahha

Kid Rock 2011

This is a breif overveiw of my night at the August 13th, 2011 Kid Rock concert at Comerica Park (and this will not be spell checked!)--->

ugh... ok... first we have to evac the stadium due to weather... during the sammy hagar part of the concert... brian was not impressed. so... we get down there, kid starts playing, alls good. then at a quick break, some reverend comes out... talks on the podium. (not praying, just rambling.. he happens to be black) so he's taklin about detroit, etc... brian just says, "yeah yeah, play some music." and these two white bitchess in front of him turn around and glare at him.... like the fuckin stink eye from hell.. he wasn't a dick about it, just like..."were here for music, not this" and the dude is still talkin....

 

so brian's like, "blah,blahblah.." (yes hes had some pops. haha) and the chick turns around AGAIN and is a freakin bitch... so i'm standing there, with my blood boiling... all cuz the dude is talkin about how "we have to pull together to ...make detroit a better city, etc" which i agree with to a certain degree... for those of you who DON'T know detroit... its a corrupt shit-hole city in 97% of its area... corruption brews strong and deep there. and my husband has been a cop here for 20 years, worked the ghetto, etc...

 

so i'm all "remember the 1st amendment?" like he can't have an opinion cuz there is a "man of god" talking... this "man of god" probably makes more in the city because he's scratchin someone's back some where... while my husband's ass is on the line E.V.E.R.Y.D.A.Y for what, peanuts/hr?  my freakin dental hygienist makes more than that for scratchin shit off people's teeth for 8 hrs a day. So he's going on about whatever on stage... then the two chicks all start cheering at what he's saying, like pumping their fist in the air, pointing at the "big black fist of solidarity" (or whatever it is)that is displayed downtown... (as if that's not a racial statement!)

 

then kid starts in with "times like these" and I'm livid... i'm like FLIPPING OUT on brian.. sayin how i'm pissed, don't touch me, I'm ready TO.GO on these chicks if they turn around one more time... I'm sure they have nice cars, big rocks on their fingers, etc... as i sit here having to worry about my husband in that "city" that we need to band together to help... I"M SORRY, but detroit isn't gonna get better quick, the freakin' crooks are still running the city.

 

meanwhile, the "bitchy-est" chick is C.R.Y.I.N.G during the song... CRYING! ok, great... yeah... cry. ugh! it was just a really touchy subject for me... i'll be the one raising 3 kids alone because some f'n thug decides he doesn't want that speeding ticket, or he has drugs in his car. I might be slightly overreacting, but LIVE MY LIFE. Let my husband who protects their ass have his little "play some music" moment.... I swear I would have said something to her. i had my speech ready in my head.

al;kdjfwlaerjoaweiraweoirh​!!!!!!!!!

OH... then the concert ends... we leave... we're walking... MY HUSBAND DOESN'T KNOW WHERE HE PARKED MY CAR.

so we walk BLOCKS... i do not know detroiti'm getting pissed... two huge ass white men and me and my friend marie are walking the streets trying to find it.. the 3 of them know the city, i don't. i am like bitching cuz i figured my husband would know enough to be able to find the car... the only thing i remembered was there were 2 lots, one smaller than the other, and we were in the smaller one.

 

so f'n stumbly mcfumbly and trippy mcgee needed to be babysat as we walked around looking for the car. OMG, not a good end to the night. thankfully, my sober ass (thanks to only 3 drinks at the stadium and my adrenaline) drove them all ho...me... marie's husband dropped the 'n' bomb from the backseat with an open window... she turned around and started beating his asssss cuz the last thing we need is to be gunned down. Lets just say this was my LEAST favorite Kid concert.