Monday, July 29, 2024

Scrape, Fill, Sand, Repeat Weekend Recap

Welp, Monday got here in a hurry, didn't it?  I hope your weekend was good.  Ours was pretty productive for the most part.   I didn't bother weighing in because (dainty folk, look away) of 4 days of pure butt powder from what turned out to be your favorite spinach eating sailor man's spicy chicken breast last weekend for the first time.  I was going over with the Mr what we ate and I misspoke about dinner and he reminded me we had fast food chicken for the first time from this place and a quick search for that restaurant and diarrhea brings up a plethora of reddit/quora threads of people desperately doing searches sick from their toilets.  The one thing they all have in common?  Spicy chicken.  (And that is laughable because you couldn't taste a bit of spice but apparently it is triple spiked with MSG which is the only thing I can surmise didn't agree with me.)  So any weigh in from last week would not have stuck around this week.

The Mr was craving deep dish so we grabbed a small and went for a drive for a little bit just to stay out of the house.  I'm over being there right now but there's always something to do whether its work related, cleaning or home projects related.  I just want a fairy to come in and finish it all for us.  I also hate walking back in.  I believe upon our return I said "our house smells like dead skin and despair."  So any of y'all who have a great smelling home without use of plug in stuff, share your secrets in the comments.

Then we figured it was time to get some work done.  We decided we should probably go ahead and get the top balusters off.


(That trim puller comes in handy for so much more than pulling trim.  Best gift for a DIYer ever if you ever need ideas for a new homeowner.)

Then it was scraping, wood filling, sanding and generally filling my eyes with bits of crap that could blind me regardless of wearing safety glasses over the next two days.  As you can see, our stairs look amazing now.


I wish I had more exciting things to report back but it was literally work and home project hell.  I just can't wait to get the new balusters in and be done.  (Given I have to paint the stringer on both sides, that's a lot farther away than I'd like.)

I've got my vein ultrasound follow up today which will be interesting.  I don't think the amount of effort I had to put into scraping was probably the best thing for my veins just yet but que sera sera.  I'm going to start appointment stacking my chiro and therapy appointments for the same day starting this week because I cannot take the distractions in the middle of the day on multiple days anymore.  Then I feel like I have to make up getting a design done (up to 71 so far!) into the night and the Mr and I don't really get to talk to each other until we go up at 8pm to watch whatever in bed and then I'm wired.  Feel free to swing by if you're in a Summerween mood!





How was your weekend?  Anything interesting or productive going on?


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Friday, July 26, 2024

What I'm Reading This Week #30

Happy last Friday of July to you.  Did the week treat you well or drop kick you on the daily?  I hope it wasn't the latter!  It was decent around these parts.  I FINALLY got that damn LE pump I never really wanted out of the house but not with any help from the doctor, that's for sure.  I was supposed to get the label last Thursday, never did and followed up Monday.  They said they would send over an AMA (against medical advice) waiver and then they could get it.  I said "is she seriously refusing to sign the discontinue use order!??!"  The woman said she didn't know but it would be the fastest way to get the box out of the house so I did it.  The Mr was ready 3 different times to cancel his final follow up appointment with her since he was going to be going to the other place she referred him to the next day but he figured better to have two sets of eyes on his veins even if one set of them we wanted to poke out from frustration.  You can imagine having her jam a catheter into my vein and burn me from the inside wasn't high on the list given how pissed I was at her.  Of course she never said a word about the pump stuff but I guess getting into a throwdown before a procedure isn't the frame of mind you want someone in.  I got a little woozy since I had to be on my stomach for it and my body had been reacting like Lloyd dosed me with Turbo Lax all week.  So it was going to be a literal crap shoot as to how I left the office which thankfully was as daisy fresh as I went in.  I just have to tell myself all I need to do is get the sclero done, which I start the first part in September on the left leg and then should be working on the right in late October and then be done with that whack azz beeotch.  So I'm on a bit of restriction again strength/cardio wise for another week-ish.  I did see that her new after procedure directions are now vastly different than 2 months ago.  I suspect her failure rate was higher than it should've been based on my own research and now she's doing overkill.  If you think I'm wearing a compression sock for a month for the bebe saphenous when my big ones closed just fine with wearing them intermittent the first week basically just for workouts after being told "only wear them for comfort", you're nuts!

Now let's dip into:





Before the age of 40, I never lifted weights—now I do it five days a week’  (Hopefully I can work up to that someday!)







I Was A Creative Force Behind One Of The Biggest Rock Bands Of The '90s. Then I Watched Them Erase Me From Their Story  (Wow, this was a really interesting story especially since I had the album back in the day.)

The Reasons People Love ‘Twister’ Have Very Little to Do With the Movie Itself  (If you know, you know!  (And clearly the person who wrote this still doesn't for some reason.).  This is one of our favorite and most quotable movies we watch annually.  My grandma said "that movie was stupid, it was just about a tornado."  I love you grandma but not the takeaway.)

I was able to get some house stuff furthered down the line before the ablation Wednesday which was good.  I'll have to see if I'm up to working on anything else this weekend or not.  I suppose I could work on the upstairs half wall that has been in limbo for over a year.  Should be simple enough.  Famous last words!

What's going on for you this weekend?


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Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Why Didn't I Ask?



Since starting therapy, the Mr and I often get into conversations about stuff that pops up afterward.  He always asks how it went in general, never with the expectation I will give him details, but knowing his over sharing wife that I likely will.  There's nothing I could tell a therapist that he doesn't know verbatim from years of dumping on him which I feel guilty about but I also know that it allows him to understand me on a level some husbands have zero interest in knowing about their wives, which is sad.  

In our last conversation, I got on the subject of my parents divorce and dad's wedding day.  I remember the day he left like it was yesterday but what I remember most now is the fact that they didn't tell me together.  She told me while he hid in the bathroom.  I don't know if that was her choice or his.  If she knew that because we were close that she could do a better job at breaking the news to me or if he was like "I can't do it, you tell her" in the beginning of many cowardly acts of self preservation I would witness from him from that point forward.

Mom and I talked about the divorce a million times when I was a kid but did she ever tell me who decided she would do it alone?  Did I ask or do I not remember?  I feel like I'd remember if she told me.  When your parent dies, you don't realize how much of your own history dies with them.  You don't have that running encyclopedia of your family history anymore and even stories you heard 100x before are suddenly fuzzy and you doubt yourself to recall them accurately.  I knew of this guy Mom dated briefly in school and she always told me how when I was a baby I fit into his hand when he came back for a football game after I was born.  When she passed, I found her freshman yearbook which I'd never seen before and he was all over it.  His name scrawled over every picture he was in from sports to academic clubs with starry eyed doodles of their names and "forever" following them, even if forever then was four months.  Dates of how long they were together were written in the back with the end date crossed out and written as a new date.  Why?  I asked her sib about him and they laughed and told me a story about how she was late from a game and being picked up because she was smooching in the hall with him.  Like an 80's movie, she was walking out of the hall while her dad walked in missing being caught by mere seconds.  They said they forgot all about that guy and what he looked like.  I took a picture and sent it over saying they looked like they sang for the band Bread which they heartily laughed for quite a while.  Why hadn't Mom told me that story?  Why hadn't I asked?  How much of who she was that I would never know died with her?  Probably a lot and that kills me just as there is a lot of who I really was that I hid from her.  My therapist said I was her 'bodyguard.'  She hasn't elaborated on that but the few times I told her I didn't tell Mom about big things that happened to me that's how she referred to me so I'm sure some fun chats are in my future about that.

If you still have your parents, ASK THEM QUESTIONS!!  Don't wait until they're too old to recall or think that you're invading their privacy.  While Mom and I talked a lot about good times or cautionary tales involving strawberry Boone's Farm, I'm sure there are many more times I'll never know about and wish I did.  Trust me, it feels like crap wishing you'd asked more and not fully known so much of their story beyond being your parent.  They were people with their own lives, hardships, joys and everything in between before you came along.  Know as much as you can about them before they're gone.  I wish I'd thought to get something like this game where we could've all had a good conversation about honest and sometimes hard to hear life experiences.  I think something not geared specifically toward parents/family would be a good way to know the real person behind the role they played in your life.




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Sunday, July 21, 2024

Back to the Projects Weekend Recap

Howdy.  I hope you all got to have some fun and relaxation this weekend.  Friday night I stained the wood bun feet I got eons ago for the fireplace hearth we made for the bedroom fireplace.  Even when sitting up in bed we can't really see the flames despite the hearth so this solution has been a long time in the works.  I used ECOS dark walnut stain and general finish dead flat poly so they were ready to roll when we were.  There was some spackling that needed done that was, of course, more labor intensive than it should have been but that's the law in this house.  Maybe our land is cursed?  Speaking of cursed, that wench vein doctor sent her bill which the Mr was apparently expecting but I wasn't.  You can imagine kissing over $1600 goodbye I wasn't planning on parting with made me want to immediately cancel my birthday plans which come out to about that.  

We did get out for a little bit and grabbed lunch then got in about four geocaches in the area after visiting his Aunt Marie.  I wish we would've spent more time with her when she was here but sadly we don't seem to appreciate people until they're gone.  We had several nano caches again which are irritating but I understand why they need them.  I worked on a Thanksgiving and Halloween design that truly drained me.  Hopefully when I release the Thanksgiving ones, you'll find them as funny as I do.  

I think I'm laying off of the scale for a while.  The only thing I've succeeded at doing is somehow gaining two pounds this month despite exercising 6 days a week and going the wrong way since adding strength training.  My brain just cannot continue to take the weekly disappointment with everything else going on and the next 2-3 weeks I will be swollen from the vein procedure which means more upward motion.  I'll just keep doing what I'm doing and somehow figure out how to undo 49 years of crap sleep which I think is a big part of why I have never been able to consistently lose for a long time.  (As I type this on my phone at 1:12am)




Sunday the Mr took care of grocery pickup and I made a light breakfast.  We got the feet installed on the hearth and the fireplace back in place and tested it out and it'll be perfect for cozy time.  We got to talking about the long put off baluster project from last year and the part that brought him the most anxiety to install the new ones.  A piece of wood needed to be fit in there and yesterday was the time to do it.  He worked on that and checked that off the list.  We talked about getting the old wood ones off so I could scrape the top rail.




(Regret loading in 3...2...1)



It took a little while to get those popped off while I was working on them and 23 seconds when the Mr went at it.  The Mr started wiggling the unscrewed balusters (which were also nailed in and painted on) and on the second one...boom.  Power outage.  It was like God saying "no.  Don't do that."  We got the power station hooked up to the fridge since we'd just gotten groceries.  It's usually only out about 45 minutes and it was lasting longer.  In between the Mr kept pulling down more balusters


Since the fridge had been off for 25 minutes due to the drained power station, we knew we couldn't afford to open the doors to keep it cool for the next hour we had so we had to grab pizza for dinner.  While he ran to get dinner, I continued scraping the stringer above and of course, 3 minutes before he got home, the lights came back on.  I wasn't much in the mood for cooking but just felt like the universe's comic strip timing making me feel like crap about our dinner decision.  😔

Then it was pretty much chilling the rest of the night because my shoulders were feeling it.  Thanks so much to my honey for all of his hard work this weekend.  We had to get it in now since I don't know if I'll feel like doing much on the home project front the rest of the week with my vein ablated leg all uber wrapped and such.  Today we both have a chiro appointment to take care of any issues that may linger from yesterday.

How was your weekend?


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Friday, July 19, 2024

What I'm Reading This Week #29

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Yeah. 

Bugs about sums it up.  

Twas the week from hell this week.  In addition to being the week that Mom took her turn and gaggles of mistakes that took her life started, life just thwapped me like a wet Nerf ball.  The railing sh*t the bed and I had to go through 4 different techniques to get it to where I wanted it to be.  It's darker than the other one but they're not side by side so hopefully that helps somehow but it took a LONG time to get that fixed.  I told my friend on a 2 hour phone call that this week could "feast on a satchel of Richards" and that was Tuesday.  The tinting dudes were complete (insert 12 different inappropriate descriptors I typed and erased here) and tried to say that they weren't going to give us a refund for the 5% strip they effed up on the windshield AND that we would have to pay to have the windshield redone because the strip would probably screw up the shield tint.  When I messaged the Mr I didn't give a rat's ass about the strip at the top and to tell them to remove it, redo the shield at THEIR cost, he told them that and said he had no problem getting the credit card company and BBB involved which seemed to change their tune.  Now we have to wait for 2 weeks for them to friggin' redo the whole thing which means we'll have driven there and back 6x for this stupid thing.  The word Quality is in their title.  What a LIE!   The following day was an exhausting therapy session and upon finishing it, the Mr and I drove up the street to the vein doc to raise hell about why didn't they take care of the discontinue use order I called about 10 days ago and followed up on 5 days ago.  We went round and round with them and the person I talked to to get the pump sent back did not get back with me yesterday like she said she was going to.  Now I'm going to have to follow up at some point today and see the status because that wench is going to be doing my next ablation Wednesday and I really don't feel good about allowing her to do something like that when I'm also jabbing a voodoo doll of her.  Then yesterday there was a hiccup with the railing installation that was the cherry on it all.

So to this week, I say:

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Now let's drop into:






Want to Age Well? You Need a Strong Posterior Chain. Give Your Body’s Backside Some Love With These 7 Moves  (This is essentially my PT for everything that ails me from shoulders to legs.  Just do it at least 3x week (with doctor approval)  and save yourself the pain I've had for 8 months)

How Fast Do You Walk? It Could Predict Your Heart Disease Risk  (I guess I need to speed up my medium lollygag pace!)

Married Men Are Revealing The 'Hardest Parts' Of Marriage That No One Talks About  (Some really heartbreaking ones here but I hope they're actually telling their wives too and not just some anonymous survey.  If not, that's also half of the problem.)

Navigating Summer Seasonal Depression  (I KNEW it wasn't just me!  Wake me in October)





In between life dropkicks, I've been working on designs if you want to swing by the shop.  Just hoping not all of them suck.




How was your week?  What's on tap for this weekend?


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Monday, July 15, 2024

Wackadoodle Weekend Recap

How do?  How is it Monday again??  The weekend needs to be three days.  You spend Saturday trying to recover from the week, attempting some semblance of a life then Sunday is trying to cram in errands and prepping for the coming week.  That doesn't sound very fun...or is it just us?

Oh, I forgot to tell you guys!  Last week, the Mr checked our insurance and saw that "free" lymphedema pump the vein doctor forced on me (which I couldn't even use if I wanted to until next year because I risk blowing out all of the work she was going to do this year) was being charged to us at $12,000 out of network!!!  We had an utter freakout moment and the next morning, the Mr called the place, explained the situation and that it had never even been opened and we want to return it.  (We only knew that was an option after I saw a complaint on the BBB website.)  He said we could but they need a discontinue use order from her then they'll send UPS out to pick it up.  I called the office manager and told her, said it needed taken care of today which she said she would.  Surprise, it wasn't and now I have to throw down with these mofos.  Why does NO ONE DO THEIR EFFING JOB?!?!   Same with the tinting place.  We have to take time out of both of our schedules to go back out and have them redo one side.  

Anyhoo... you're here for weekend stuff.  But before we get to our weekend stuff, talk about a tough weekend from childhood on the death front.  Dr. Ruth Westheimer, who I used to listen to in the 80's and 90's to get actual sex education passed away at 96.  Many don't know she was named an honorary ambassador to combat loneliness and has a book coming out in September about how to combat loneliness and live a happier life.  I plan to check it out.  Richard Simmons was probably on your radar if you're a Boomer or Gen Xer.  Mom and Grandma had his Reach workout ALBUM back in the day and I'm not going to lie that we would rip on it and how ridiculous it could be but that was part of his schtick back then.  Many a people lost weight through his workouts, Deal a Meal or Food Mover programs and they still remain relevant today if you can find them.  Finally, Shannen Doherty passed away after a long, brave fight with cancer since 2015.  Watching her last IG post two weeks ago given her state of mind, is really heartbreaking. 

Oy...onto our stuff. 

We fell for the hype of a few new bakery type places that have been all over local social media and websites and all we ended up doing was spending $20 to fill their trash cans.  It stinks because the one guy was super sweet but the food had zero flavor.  When you've got two fat people literally spitting out their food, there's a problem.  So we gave up and I saw a place we used to regularly get with Mom still had a location on that side of town.  We hadn't been there in years.  We pulled over at a park and ate and damn food can take you back.  It was very upsetting so I silently cried as I ate.  I decided to get my mind off of it by pulling up the geocaching app and getting some caches in.

(Dude, I friggin' hate nano caches like the upper right)


It always cracks me up how if there are cops around, they will literally change lanes to follow you and see what you're doing.  I'm more than happy to show them the geocaching app and explain it to them.  We got pulled over once at an interstate rest stop because many park and grabs are under the skirts of light posts and this was within 2-4 years after 9/11.  He said it sounded fun but looks suspect as hell in the see something, say something era.  We agreed.  Geocaching... maybe you'll get pulled over, maybe you won't.

Thankfully, there were a lot in cemeteries so we could do them in one spot and saw these scrawny gals.




After adding another 10 to our total, we headed home and I got to working on more designs.  It's funny how you already cringe at some designs you made even 3 months ago and decide not to post.  It's been very stressful trying to get that together.  I've given myself dry eye from the intense eye strain of repetition, editing, etc.  I'm going to need to drag out the eye moist heat compress to combat this.

Sunday, the Mr got grocery pickups and I made breakfast because I knew what was on tap for me for the day.  Sigh.  Remember when I spent a weekend last year doing this?  Well, I finally got around to doing most of the other one about 10 days ago but the thought of trying to hand scrape that whole thing on the stairs where it's been residing for over a year was more than I could bear.  My solution?  Stand in a 103 degree garage and attempt to sand it.  It took about 90 minutes to get the first part sanded which was basically just to get the wax, paint and original blonde 90's shellac off of it.  Then I had to go over it again with a 180 grit and then finally a 400 grit to smooth it out.  We're having our driveway sealed so the car had to be out of the garage and it seemed like a good time to do it.  Well, convenient, not good and for all y'all who balk at wearing a mask when doing DIY projects:



You don't want that shizz in your lungs, do you??  So I put on the wood conditioner (after the Mr was kind enough to run to the Dep-o to get the water based kind) which dried in a flash and then I used the Dark Walnut ECOS stain I used on the other rail eons ago.  We're letting it dry overnight and I'll get to sealing it with the Dead Flat I used on the other one and then we'll aim for getting it reinstalled tomorrow.  That's about it on our end for the weekend and another full week ahead.

How was your weekend?



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Friday, July 12, 2024

What I'm Reading This Week #28

Well hello there.  How do?  Woof... this has been a week, man.  I must first thank those who reached out or commented on Wednesday's post.  I so appreciate it.  Therapy was interesting as she made a statement that wasn't a diagnosis or anything like that but an observation/conclusion I would not have come to.  When the Mr asked how that made me feel I told him I feel like I need to sit with it and then if it still sits off kilter, ask for clarification.  

We had a rogue Fall like day Wednesday thanks to some rain and met up with a friend at the park shelter.  It was nice enough we brought a bundle of firewood with us.  I don't know if it was the topics of conversation mixed with just having finished therapy an hour before but when we got home, I was exhausted.  We hadn't eaten and I only had cereal for lunch so getting home at 9:30 meant a late dinner then we collapsed.  My social battery drains SO quickly now.  Side effect of hobbit living?  We were leaning against a picnic table for three hours and tweaked our backs.  Thank goodness I had an appointment with my spider monkey the next day!  (Chiro)

Now let's get into:





Is It Really *That* Bad to Never Strength Train? Fitness Pros Weigh In  (I really want to attempt to build something if my shoulders will let me)

Why Most Plant-Based Meat Alternatives Are Healthier Than Real Meat  (Literally read the other study damning it to hell and this is why you're on your own people.  We're still gonna have our Wednesday night Gardein chickpea pasta and the occasional beyond burger especially since they just switched to avocado oil and halved the sat fat.)




8 Signs Of Adult ADHD   (Um yeah.  That about sums it up.  I always thought you had to be hyper but apparently not.)


How To Save Money on Energy Bills When You're Away From Home  (I kinda feel like these do nothing because we typically vacation for two weeks and do pretty much all of them and have never once come back and been like "wow, our electric bill is always so much less."


Paramount Erases Archives of MTV Website, Wipes Music, Culture History After 30 Plus Years  (This is why I hate everything.  I revoke my crush on the hood dude from Head of the Class.)

(Thanks to those who have swung by the shop and favorited!)


Whatchu up to this weekend?


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Wednesday, July 10, 2024

My Many Exhausting Masks


Have you guys ever seen that antidepressant commercial where the woman holds up a happy face mask on a stick despite her not feeling that way?  I think we can all relate to some degree.  Whether it's trying not to throat punch that coworker (you know the one) through gritted teeth, trying not to lose it when you feel like you're not being heard or a myriad of other situations where your face conveys something other than how you feel inside.  Lately, I find myself labored by the weight of the many masks I feel I carry.  I literally envy that chick only having one mask to pull out of her purse.  I feel like I'm wheeling a steampunk trunk that has more masks than I can carry comfortably as well as masks I never asked to get rid of.  Maybe masks isn't even the right term more so than versions of myself or they refer to it as "hats" but a hat means you can still see the person.  Mask seems to fit better for what I'm talking about because it almost feels like I have to slip into a different version of myself with every one.

The one my long time peeps know best is the "still struggling to lose weight" mask.  I'm growing quite frustrated with this one but not to the point I'm ready for whatever medical intervention some would say to "just" do.  I guess I'm stubborn but I'm also pissed.  It gets very tiring having to explain to whatever doctor you see that you exercise 5-6 days a week and only eat out once a week.  If they've seen you for any amount of time, the more side eye you get because you're not thinner.  I know people who eat out several times a week and seem to be just fine and yeah, I'm effing bitter I'm not one of them.  It's especially difficult this year as my vein surgery schedule basically has me restricted to some degree until the end of the year.

Which transitions me into procedure patient mask which I've been since April.  I was going into this based on the Mr's schedule which seemed to have him breezing through his treatments but for some reason once we hit our deductible everything slowed to a halt.  Doctor blames insurance and vice versa and me?  I'm getting stuck having crap done at a snail's pace and just when I recover enough to be able to throw in more than just walking (strength training) the next restricting procedure is scheduled.  It is beyond frustrating and while she is nice, she's also a gaslighter and overworked.  Dealing with her and the crap generated from her scatter brain can be overwhelming and I find myself having to do a lot of research just to make sure that we adhere to actual guidelines and not ones that her office made up which always seem to be off by a week recovery wise.  I just want it all done because as much as I know it will be beneficial in the future, it is wrecking my ability to rehab myself in the 50,000 ways I seem to need it.

The grieving mask.  This is the one as the year mark looms that I'm supposed to have ditched or be ready to ditch.  That was complicated by the potential legal issues I may have had to face on her behalf but not having to brings it's own set of issues.  Yes my grief has changed but much of it has been busy work lately as I can tell you every horror she was enduring a year ago today.  (Her doctor was ignoring her request for oxygen because he knew he was at fault for her terminal situation and her abdomen was filling up with blood from an unknown lung biopsy nick.  It will be this way for me every July.  Just another reason to hate summer.)

The friend mask.  I don't have many of them.  I've always been a quality over quantity person anyway but I try to be the best friend I can be because honestly, they've been there for me more than a lot of my family.  I'm not trying to throw family under the bus but you all know how family has this preconceived notion of who you are based on an old version of yourself.  They rarely see you for who you evolve into or are quick to remind you of who you used to be.  I've got one good friend who has been the best for as long as I've known her and I feel helpless to properly be there for her during her hard times or to know if what I say or do helps.  I try to give space because she has a lot on her plate and I don't want to add to it but I always struggle to know if what I do is enough.  My other friend I've known for decades was almost bounced to acquaintance status.  I felt like I was doing all of the contacting and not getting responses sometimes for over a month.  (Not like I asked anything Earth shattering so it felt very personal never hearing back from her especially when her social media showed she was out there having a good ol time)  For some awful reason, Mom's death brought us back together.  It's literally the only silver lining but not one I'd ever want.  I'm glad to feel close with her again and my therapy journey has nudged her into her own, which I'm thankful for.  The one I've known the longest is one of those ones that you want to be closer to but she also went through a lot and you just can't really gauge where you stand.  I miss her but I also don't quite know how or if I fit into her life anymore.  As a 'fixer', I'm always feeling like I want to do more, the right thing, anticipate needs, etc.  I know that's all going to be explored but it's hard to know how to navigate friendships sometime as an adult and as life just seems to throw more and more at you the older you get.  

The new business entrepreneur mask.  I've worn this mask before and forgot how exhausting it is.  I've needed to change platforms for some old stores that have tumbleweed blowing around on them.  I finally got a kick in the butt when I saw some shady dealings going on when going through 'profits' while rounding up my tax stuff in January.  I got the itch in April and it has been a whirlwind since of learning, researching, designing, and investing hoping it's not all in vain.  Everyone says it's an oversaturated market and I know it is but I hope continuing to design not just things that inspire me that I'd want to buy but also the things I need to design to keep things afloat.  I do miss the days I used to sell antiques by going to estate/tag sales or other antique stores that didn't know what they had.  Oddly, the availability of antiques seemed to turn to utter crap and it didn't feel worth it.  I hope this does and that my self doubt and fear of failure doesn't get the better of me.

The rehab patient mask.  Does the amount of daily pain ever end?  Like this whole thing started at Thanksgiving with my feet and got progressively worse.  I tried shockwave therapy, I get good at doing what I'm supposed to do for like two days but I have 13 DAILY reminders that pop up for me and half of them get snoozed because they are overwhelming.  I'm supposed to be stretching my calves out multiple times a day to get those bastards to finally stay lengthened but do I?  No.  Maybe once a day if I think about it and then when I try to put on the weight loss mask and my feet hurt again from adding activity, I get ticked I'm still having these issues.  It's not just the feet.  I have shoulder impingement in both shoulders and I will say I've been much more diligent working on that with some progress but I got a huge wake up call the other night during a workout of how far I still have to go.  When I mentioned not being able to hook my bra for 6 months to my therapist, she raved about this front zip bra she wears.  Um, I actually want to fix my shoulders not give them crutches to cheat.  I can put it on over my head, I wasn't asking for a solution but was a little surprised at the message when I told her I was doing PT for that.

Which brings me to my newest mask, therapy patient.  It's been a long time coming and we're essentially still in the going over an ungodly list of questions phase.  So nothing to report there but I can't be the only one who thinks I deserve a refund when they start babbling about how it relates to their life or a long winded opinion to a question you regret asking.  I feel like out of my $15 copay last week, I'm owed $1.67 back.  I have to wonder how someone like me who doesn't like to be told what to do (thanks Dad) will react to having someone tell me what to do when what they're proposing sounds foreign and/or preposterous.  I know I'm searching for answers that no therapist can give me, just techniques on how to deal with that opportunity being gone or her opinion based off of only my side of events.  There are times when I question if it'll really do any good but I guess time will tell.

High risk masker.  Both figuratively and literally.  The Mr and I both have comorbidities outside of just weight and given that we still actually read, we know what's still floating around out there long after everyone else has put Covid in their rear view mirrors.  His doctor agrees that he can't catch it so we're working on getting him full time remote because people at his work are always sick with something and no one tests anymore.  It's a reality for some of us that others just write us off as being hypochondriacs, weird extreme libs (whatever) and it really sucks to still be so restricted.  We mask up at doctors offices because there hasn't been a time we've gone in where someone wasn't hacking.  We have zero social life, not that it was jumping before but now?  Even less and it sucks that all of my best friends live out of state.   

Let's not forget the failing wife mask.  Marriage has basically been in survival mode for a year due to us both grieving, questioning what the hell we do with our lives now, bogged down with more friggin' appointments than either of us can fathom or manage most days and we fall into a Groundhog Day routine of watching the tube after workouts until it's time for bed.  We've got retreat coming up next month, which will be a welcome respite, but we both acknowledge neither of us are happy and it's hard to know what to do about that.  We both want to move but our mortgage for an average house would be 3x the amount we were paying.  That is effing depressing.  We both just don't make the effort for each other.  Don't get me wrong, we talk about anything and everything and support each other unconditionally but we also know we have got to get out of this rut but don't know how.  Given what I mentioned above, our options are also limited so that plays a role in it too.

The mask I didn't ask to get rid of is the daughter mask.  I'm no one's daughter anymore, or I should say no one who cares daughter.  Ever since grandma's diagnosis, I've been trying to mentally prepare myself for having to be a caregiver to her and how we were going to manage that given our own limitations and I had to cram years into one month.  There is a sense of survivors guilt that comes with that.  I have had a year to reflect on what a shitty daughter I was to her and how much hurts and perceived slights put up a wall between her and I.  It wasn't just on my end, it was her end too and neither of us wanted to have the hard talk because of a few moments of discomfort.  How stupid and wasteful.  It was something I always wanted to address with her but given the Covid situation, we didn't see her much and I thought 'when it's over' I'd do it.  Just another thing that effing disease took from us.  In 2020, I had even bought a notebook to gather my thoughts to put down what things affected me how, how I was going to attempt to approach her without it being a defensive situation and what steps we could take to get closer again.  It's not like we were estranged or anything like that but there was tension sometimes and I have a tendency that if one bad thing happens, I see it as a whole day/visit ruined.  It's hard for me to not hamster wheel over and over until whatever is said becomes the focal point.  Now all I have is a relationship that never has the chance to be improved where she's concerned and it hurts.  It hurts to know how something that happened 40 years ago still affects me to this day, hence therapy, but a step forward too late.  

So you can see that each of these things on their own carry a heavy weight but together, they feel impossible to drag along.  The endless reminders that populate my inbox daily can get overwhelming as I try to remind myself to do PT, drink water, make green tea so I can try to avoid meds, bike while I'm eating to knock out two tasks at once, do a scalp massage at night, rock myself to sleep to regulate my nervous system, and a bazillion others.  I mean, no wonder I can't frickin' relax when we're on vacation or any other time.  I don't know why this all has been kicked up lately other than the fact that I just feel done and no idea how to manage it all.  No real point to it just to maybe let someone else who is feeling the same know they aren't alone.

What masks feel heavy for you right now?


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Monday, July 8, 2024

Fighting Myself Weekend Recap




I hope you guys had a nice holiday last week and maybe got to sneak in an extra day off.  Our Saturday was a pooper which I won't go into but am glad we were able to road trip there and back without incident.  The Mr needs to contact the tinters because there is an issue at the top of the windshield for sure and they don't want you contacting them for three weeks before letting issues hopefully work themselves out.  AKA we hope you forget and then when you do remember, we'll blame it on you.

I will say that I really tried to do the right thing Saturday night and failed again.  At last week's therapy session one of the questions she asked me was about food cues and I told her Saturday.  We struggle so much with justification and cramming in what we can because we can't have it for another week.  We took a nap and I was barely awake before the Mr asked what I wanted for dinner at 7pm.  I truly wasn't hungry and told him nothing, go get what he wanted.  While he was gone that FOMO panic set in and I started scrolling all of the restaurants near us and not one sounded good.  I told myself I made the right decision and this is how normal people live.  I was actually proud of myself for sticking with it.  Unfortunately, he brought home a gyro which he knows triggers my gag reflex (seriously about to ban them from the house, I had to have my shirt over my face the entire time and it stunk up the house for hours.)  Well, it must've stirred up enough internally that it kicked my fullness to the curb out of everything wanting to leave my body from the stench.  I wasn't hungry but I wanted a little something so I had him grab a licorice I bought on sale that I shouldn't have but I knew it would fit into my calories just fine and expected to feel full again after eating it.  Well, I didn't and again that whole triggering of FOMO kicked up.  I grabbed a serving of stale almond crackers that needed to be eaten or tossed and that extra 220 made me mentally feel like shit.  What I should've done was made a vat of hot tea like I do any other night and stopped obsessing.   Part of that feeling, I'm sure, was tied to a 1 1/2 lbs coming back last week after a freak 5 lb loss the week before.  I could understand if it was because I ate like crap or something but I didn't and I made sure I was biking while eating like I did the week before which was where I thought the weight loss came from.  On the flip side, I felt friggin broken all week from it too.  My legs were tight and my SI joint was out of whack from a week of being chained to the laptop again.  Burning 250-450 extra calories on top of our usual 400-500 calorie workouts to account for NEAT calories (activity from grocery shopping, walking further from your car, fidgeting etc but mine is just more structured.) should've been totally fine.  I need more movement in my day and then feel like I'm punished when I do it.  🙄  I'm so tired of all of this crap and I have no desire to give myself stomach paralysis, blindness or the host of other horrid side effects from the current "it" medication for weight loss. 

Anyway.

On to happier subjects.

Well, I've unleashed the Etsy shop and should you want to go check it out, just click below.




I've got a loooong way to go to get it filled with items but it's a slow season to start, I've made two sales so far which I'll take given how barren it is right now.  I must say it's been a good tool for grief and keeping me busy from spiraling out of control for now.  I have some items having to do with grief as well as just fun designs and my favorite, Fall items since I saw they were already showing up in the marketplace.  I'm not going to lie, I'm a little terrified.  I have a LOT of self doubt as always but hopefully one day it can do well for us.  I'm always so scared of failing and it's a lot of work but those two sales sure made my day when they happened.  I don't really want it tied to here but I'll have the link on the side and bottom in banners in posts sometimes in case anyone wants to poke around as I fill things up over the coming months.

What did you guys do this weekend?

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Friday, July 5, 2024

What I'm Reading This Week #27

Good Friday mornin' to you and I hope some of you are enjoying an extended holiday weekend by taking today off.  Given the relentless onslaught of heat over the past month, I am reminded of court mandated summer's spent in California with dad where we would try to see fireworks.  Without fail, every year the mountain caught on fire. 🙄  Kinda feels like that.

Now let's catch up with:



Garlic Could Be a Secret Weapon to Keep Down Your Glucose And Cholesterol  (We gnaw on this black garlic every morning which is also supposed to be excellent for keeping the big C at bay.)

What You Need for Building Muscle After 50, According to Trainers (I can't wait to be able to add it back in.  I just used 10's the other night and felt it which made me sad given 15's have always been my go to.  C'mon mid back... step in line to heal my rotator cuffs!)

16 High-Protein, Low-Carb Snacks To Try  (It's not listed but must remember I have open bone broth in the fridge.)

How Often Do I *Really* Need To Switch Up My Workouts To Avoid a Plateau?  (Mr... time to break out the step for our walking workout days)

Peanut Butter Is Good For You . . . Right?  (It'd better be.  I eat it 5x week!  TJ's Valencia for the win!)





A Psychologist Reveals The Unexpected Benefits Of Swearing  (I knew my sailor mouth would come in handy!)

The Covid summer wave is here.  (I know no one wants to hear about it but unfortunately some of us will always have to follow this.)

Miss some posts this week?  Catch up below:



If the Mr gets to feeling better, we were going to road trip since weather prevented us last weekend.  I felt bad because our chiro is on vacation this week and the Mr called to see if another chiro was available but it was only Brute.  I know what he does for SI Joint stuff and he would absolutely kill the Mr.  I felt bad steering him away from that jerk but I seriously wouldn't feel safe with him going there.  Luckily he already had an appointment scheduled with our guy Monday.  I know we have a butt load of home projects we should tackle but I don't feel like I can do that until I get some business stuff up and running.  Hoping these early days of burnout will be worth it.

Anything planned for you guys?



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Tuesday, July 2, 2024

What Really Happened to Her




Now that I have final word back on potential legal issues, I can share with you what really happened to my mom, why she didn't have to die and how you can seek justice on behalf of your loved ones.  I must say I am NOT a lawyer and none of this is to be construed as legal advice.  I am relaying our experience so that no one else is blindsided by a few things that we were.

It was a year ago today when my life changed.  A year ago I got a call from my Mom's sib describing symptoms Mom had been having for five days and wondered if they should take her to the hospital.  (The answer is always yes and please don't wait five days to do it regardless of whether the person gives you resistance.)  

I'm going to say this as plain and simply as I can...my mom's doctor, for lack of a better phrase, killed her.  This is a man she put faith in and had a very pleasant and frequent relationship with over the years.  He's known all of her aches and pains, always responded to her within a day if not sooner through her portal and she held him in the highest regard.  She liked him so much, essentially the rest of the family uses him as their doctor as well.  (Not us though, thank God.)  Our family has always been of the mindset of don't tell people about medical issues unless there is something to worry about.  This means things like biopsies, fainting spells and things like that weren't told to me unless her sib contacted me because THEY deemed it necessary to tell me.  Mom wasn't married so she didn't have a second set of eyes readily available like you do when you're married.  She never wanted to be a 'bother' so she often would minimize any potential medical issues.  These things I'm about to tell you she never shared with me so what I'm telling you is based off of going through her medical stuff after she died.  Because she trusted her doctor, when her platelets came back low 7 years ago, he dismissed it as anemia.  She wasn't tested for it and was only maybe 5 points below normal.  Her platelet numbers continued to be under the normal limit through 2021.  That year, her platelets dropped significantly to 40 points below normal.  If I had been privy to that information, I would have insisted she get more testing ASAP because my father in law rode the platelet rollercoaster while going through cancer so that is a huge red flag for us.  Her doctor insisted she was fine without running tests.  Even 6 months later when she began losing weight for no reason, 'you're fine, the blood tests don't show anything.'  No, actually they showed a 40 point below normal platelet count along with a now concrete reason to suspect cancer.  You have unintentional weight loss AND a significantly low platelet count and this is your answer?  She trusted him so she didn't do anything further.  (At this point, we would've rushed her anywhere to get testing or a second opinion but as a non-boat rocking boomer, she didn't mention it.)

Any of you who have had a significant amount of weight to lose knows that it takes many pounds before it's noticeable.  The only person who noticed this weight loss was her initially.  She was with her sib and friends constantly but they didn't notice and only saw that she said she was losing weight.  When we saw her before our trip for the holiday in 2022, her weight loss was quite noticeable to us now.  Why?  She was down 100 lbs.  The Mr was very worried and said you don't lose weight without trying for no reason and she said she'd just been tested and her bloodwork came back fine.  (Not really.  We found out after she passed at that time her platelets were still 40 points below normal and the doctor said maybe see a hematologist but 'they're booked out 6 months so you probably won't be able to get in and 9x out of 10, it's nothing.'  He consulted someone and they said to run a Hep C and HIV test because that's what they would run and he did that and considered his job done and she didn't pursue it further because he wasn't worried.)  We were relieved that she seemed to have been tested and there were no alarm bells and she said her sib hypothesized maybe her WLS from 25 years ago was kicking back in somehow.  (Not a thing but you know how sometimes you look for an explanation when there doesn't seem to be one.)    Then at Christmas the family got Covid while we were away and months later she still had a nagging cough which she attributed to Covid and didn't follow up on it.  It was her secondary lung cancer taking her from us.  It wasn't until she got to the point apparently late June that began to raise concern with her sib and friends who saw her regularly that she was confused and I was called the beginning of July to finally be told of all of this.  I said to immediately get her to a hospital because it sounded like she was having a stroke as we'd dealt with the same symptoms with another family member.  

It wasn't.  

The hospital performed a biopsy in which they nicked her lung and she bled out internally for 10 days filling up with 2 liters of her own blood.  The hospital refused to give us her biopsy results passing the buck to everyone for over a week.   Oh and that wonderful doctor of hers?  The one who gets any and every notification from the hospitals when she goes in for an ER visit and immediately calls or messages to follow up with her?  He wouldn't respond to her.  She sent him a message asking for a script for oxygen like she was on in the hospital and couldn't breathe.  They saw the message two days later at the end of day (they always sent her other stuff at the beginning of the day if it was the day before) and never got back to her about the oxygen OR her biopsy results.  The hospital said he would have them too when I got irate with someone about the runaround I was getting.  Him not getting back to her cost her the ability to get the scan she needed to start treatment for cancer (and give me a VITAL piece of my own medical history I can never get) and it wasn't until she was readmitted 8 days later that anyone gave her the results.  The exact words from the doctor who saw her?  "This hospital failed you."  He still saw hope despite her being stage 4.  He said he had patients of his who were stage 4 for 10-15 years so there was no reason to believe she couldn't be one of them.  But because of a less than sanitary environment in the ER where the nurse who came in to treat her was covered in the blood of some dude who had just coughed all over her during a Covid spike and didn't change her clothes, Mom got pneumonia and he feared she would become septic.  Which she did but not for his lack of trying to pump her full of a ton of meds to ward it off.  That man was an angel and was the only one who looked out for her.

That amazing doctor she loved and kept in frequent contact, I can only assume he saw that he f**ked up and was too cowardly to even acknowledge her much less treat her.  I began downloading stuff from her portal that looked suspect to me so I could go over them and ask the proper questions and such.  When her primary doctors portal was finally connected to it, they shut it down right after she died so I couldn't download everything I needed.  We're not even going to go into all of the neglect we have on video at the 'rehab' place she was at where they starved, dehydrated her as well as denied her health care directive for comfort care and provided ZERO catheter care so we 911'd her right out of there on day 3 when she was SCREAMING in pain and had aphasia so she could no longer properly communicate.  I will have nightmares about those last 4 days of her life for the rest of mine.  I literally can't even look at the healthcare symbol without going into an anxiety attack and let me tell you it is ALL over town.  You cannot escape it even in emails or ads.  It really sucks to have to go visit your mother's grave across the street from the place she died and all of the trauma associated with the death.  

I knew that we had a case against three potential entities:  her doctor, the hospital and the rehab which significantly sped up her death.  Because her niece, whom she was very close with, was getting married 10 months later, I struggled with whether or not to speak with attorneys because I didn't know if they would haul her sib (her medical POA) into court.  I did not want to take away from that happy time for them and I knew mom would haunt me if I infringed on that time on her behalf.  In April, I gathered all portal print outs, notes taken, notes pointing out where they screwed up, etc as well as an outline.  10 days before the wedding is when I started submitting to lawyers.  Yes our state has one year limit for medical malpractice but it has two years for wrongful death so I thought I was covered either way.  I essentially tried 5 different law firms (two I emailed never bothered to respond) and the other three turned it down citing the time limit was now too close.  So in trying to do what I thought Mom would want where her niece's wedding was concerned, I screwed her chance at justice.  Believe me, there is no justice.  No it wouldn't bring her back but the point was to have a ding on the record of all of those involved in her death and that does NOT happen unless there is a suit.  I checked.  There is also no justice for me because now I have a family history of cancer that I have ZERO idea of where it originated from!!  Lung cancer was secondary and metastatic from wherever it came from.  This seemed to be a slow moving cancer based on when the platelet numbers dropped and when the weight loss started meaning she absolutely did not have to die.  Hell even at stage 4 the first thing she said was "let's do this!  I want treatment NOW."   She lost 140 lbs. in 18 months!!!  Let that sink in on how f**king negligent a doctor has to be to allow that for a patient he saw about 10x during that period whether for official appointments or her stopping in to weigh herself.

I'm not telling you this to air my Mom's business, I'm telling you this because the people you love don't have to die and if they do, there are absolute steps you MUST take to ensure they get justice.  Again, I'm not a lawyer but I can only tell you our experience and the things the lawyers I spoke to told me.

1)  Medical malpractice and/or wrongful death lawyers almost always take your case for no money up front because they get a cut of the settlement.  So if cost is an issue for you, it shouldn't be especially if you have enough documentation of the wrong doing.

2)  The second your loved one goes into the hospital, discuss with them about getting access to their portal so that you can begin downloading ALL documents to PDF.  Tell them you're more than happy to change their password when they get home if they don't want you in their business but they may become incapacitated and unable to look at those things themselves and they need an advocate.  (Yeah, I know y'all are tired of me saying it but see why now??)  Connect ALL doctors networks in there if they aren't connected yet so you have the current notes from the hospital as well as anything from their primary.  Print off EVERYTHING from their primary from the previous three years to see if there is a pattern.  Do the same with every single update and test from the hospital.  This serves a dual purpose.  Not only do you have everything to look over so you can ask questions that may be vital to treatment but IF there is any wrong doing, this allows you to show what the portal said originally.  If you think hospitals/doctors haven't gotten busted going back and changing notes in the portals when they realized they caused harm, just do a search.  Heck there's a reason if you search "doctor altered medical records" that so many attorney's websites have sections on it.  (To clarify, I am NOT suggesting this happened in our case.)

3)  Take notes and pics of EVERYTHING.  If you see health code violations or anything that is suspect, take a pic/document it even if it seems insignificant.  For example, I took a pic of the shift board in the room where both the POA and my number was listed and we said doctor's were not to give her medical results alone.  (Which happened and when my mom tried to reiterate that, the doctor started yelling at her and made her cry.  Oh believe me he got immediately reamed by the POA for that one!!)  Even if you don't review that stuff every night, upload everything to a folder.  

4)  If your loved one dies, regardless of your feelings or the feelings of anyone else in the family, get an autopsy.  The sigh from every lawyer I talked to after saying we didn't have that tells me I should've gone with my instinct instead of being nice.  It was originally agreed upon by her POA and I two weeks before but then when she passed, they said no and honestly, it wasn't their choice anymore, it was mine and I didn't know that.  When the person dies, it's on the next of kin as the POA role dies when the person does.  I should've pushed for it because I told them I needed that medical history for myself and now I'm denied that as well as whatever was needed for a lawyer to make their case.  If you're worried about the ability to hide the cuts for an open casket funeral, research shows it does not affect your ability to have open casket.  No, the thought of what they do in that process is not pleasant but the thought of having no answers AND no medical history for yourself going forward is worse.  

5)  While you're in 'task mode' the week of the death, try to write down EVERYTHING you remember as an outline for an attorney before it fades.  There are SO many things I would've forgotten if I hadn't written them down at the time.  Having worked for attorneys in the past, I can tell you they like an outline and as much info as possible up front.  If you can assign this task to a spouse or someone that's gone through it with you, it can take a load off when it's time to submit it to lawyer to consult.

6)  While it sucks, you must start the attorney process sooner than later.  Like I would give it a month or two max.  Give yourself time to get over the initial shock and planning stage when you're in survival mode that first week, then the second and third weeks when you're still reeling but feeling the emotions.  Come the fourth week, people have basically stopped checking on you and having something else to focus on may be what you need.

7)  Check local laws because in our state wrongful death suit would entail heavy involvement from her sib and I know them well enough to know their stance on filing suit at this point.  We have a case, period.  Because I assumed wrongful death could be pursued in the same way medical malpractice could, it cost me/her.  

Some resources you can take advantage of potentially is if you aren't happy with patient care there are supposedly patient services at many hospitals.  Sometimes they help, other times they write things down to pretend they're doing something and do nothing.  There is also the Joint Commission where you can file complaints against doctors and/or hospitals which are supposed to start an immediate investigation.  I will tell you they do not give you a copy of this once it's filed so I would screenshot it BEFORE submitting and follow up with it every two days or you will not be contacted.  (I was never contacted and I didn't have time to be doing their job for them.)  You can also report someone to the medical board.  I am reporting him to both that and the Joint Commission as a last attempt at some kind of justice for her.  If nothing else, I want her name in front of his face to remind him how he failed her and my only regret is I can't write a note he would see telling him to rot in hell.

This is the THIRD person in our family to be lost to medical ineptitude.  The Mr's grandmother, his dad and now my mom all passed away due to medical negligence.  People don't file suit for many reasons.  They either think it will make them look greedy to others (who effing cares...how many more people would you like them to take from other people and their families??), they don't want to relive it (totally understandable but still- this allows them to practice unscathed even if it's just a ding somewhere) or they think it will be overwhelming.  Yes, it can be IF it goes to trial but the majority of the time, there's a settlement and if you have a lawyer willing to take your case, believe me when I tell you they AREN'T going to take it if they don't think they can win.  In my case, being a people pleaser cost me because I didn't want to potentially ruin what should be a happy time.  (Nothing says they would've been called for more than a day or two deposition so in the course of things...a blip.)  

I'm not saying go around and sue everyone, that isn't what this was about.  This was about trying to get justice for mom and you'd better believe when I prayed about it repeatedly, I got three very distinct signs from her to do it so I felt good attempting to proceed.  I am trying to forgive myself for not acting faster as the lawyers made it sound like I had a case but the time table for malpractice was too close for them to work with.  I've asked Mom's forgiveness for not acting faster and I feel like the only thing I could do was share it with you to hopefully help.  To try to tell others that in addition to the horrific hell you're going through if a loved one is in the hospital that there's this other aspect you or someone you assign to pick up on stuff needs to pay attention to.  I would love to list all of the people involved so others could run far and fast but obviously I can't do that.  I can't even really Yelp or review them properly because they could take action for telling your story because it makes them look bad.  (I can tell you that when I recently went to my gynie there was a note on the back of every door saying "to give you quality care we are no longer working with X hospital" which is the hospital where she died.  So I'm not being oversensitive or emotional.  

I hope no one reading this ever has to go through the absolute hell we went through last July.  I hope no one knows what it's like to walk into an ED and see they've left your mother naked in the hallway clawing in pain at her gown they draped over her screaming "why won't anyone help me!?!?!" while she looks through you.  But God forbid you do and you feel like their doctor dropped the ball in the most obvious of ways, then I hope even one thing I've shared will help you gather the info needed to proceed with justice in their name.

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