While I was terribly annoyed with my visit the other day it wasn't a reflection on the Dr. My Dr. is wonderful. At my first visit with her she was very attentive. I alternate visits with the Dr. and the nurse practioner, and although this wasn't the case at the last office I went to I am told this is pretty standard.
So I would still love your feedback, great doctor-but lousy staff. Do I stay or go?
the provider
I don't want to be a dr. hopper. Working in a dental office I am aware of how irritating the dr. hoppers are. Skipping from office to office to get the free comprehensive exam or the free teeth whitening and then moving on. That is why I am opposed to such offers but that is an entirely different post.
I left my last Ob-Gyn because I heard some things about his personal life that made me question his character. I had always been happy with him as a professional but morality typically crosses professional and personal lines. So I chose someone new.
Yesterday at the office of my new Ob-Gyn, after depositing my cup in the wall (I was pleased to compare my hydration to that of the much more yellow cup still remaining on the shelf) I went back to my room and waited.
And waited.
And waited. For 40 minutes. My back hurt sitting on the exam table and so I lied down and nearly fell asleep. Finally the nurse practioner came in and we listened to the heartbeat.
Big moment.
But by the time I was in the upright position again she was saying to me "Looks like you've done this before and you don't need anything else from me!" as she hurried out the door.
Approximate time spent waiting: 45 minutes (add 5 minutes in the waiting room)
Approximate time spent with health care providor: 5 minutes would be generous
I called Richard and told him I wanted to switch doctors again. He said no. It's a good thing I have him in my life to keep me from being the person I don't want to be.
I left my last Ob-Gyn because I heard some things about his personal life that made me question his character. I had always been happy with him as a professional but morality typically crosses professional and personal lines. So I chose someone new.
Yesterday at the office of my new Ob-Gyn, after depositing my cup in the wall (I was pleased to compare my hydration to that of the much more yellow cup still remaining on the shelf) I went back to my room and waited.
And waited.
And waited. For 40 minutes. My back hurt sitting on the exam table and so I lied down and nearly fell asleep. Finally the nurse practioner came in and we listened to the heartbeat.
Big moment.
But by the time I was in the upright position again she was saying to me "Looks like you've done this before and you don't need anything else from me!" as she hurried out the door.
Approximate time spent waiting: 45 minutes (add 5 minutes in the waiting room)
Approximate time spent with health care providor: 5 minutes would be generous
I called Richard and told him I wanted to switch doctors again. He said no. It's a good thing I have him in my life to keep me from being the person I don't want to be.
we're nutty
A friend of mine told a story on her blog about the odd choices her son made when allowed to eat whatever he wanted. I don't recall what he chose, but it took her by surprise.
The other day I was sitting here at the computer and Cameron came in with a lettuce wedge. Although I'm not sure why, I tried to take it away. He insisted that he wanted it and it finally occurred to me that it was lettuce, not cotton candy. So I let him eat it.
I mentioned in the fall that my mom and I signed up for a Community Sponsored Agriculture co-op. In the fall you pay money that is used to plant. In the spring and summer your money is a credit for you at the farm. My mom and I took our first trip out there last week and I came home with onions, asparagus, carrots and bok choy.
Bok choy.
I had no idea what it was or what to do with it. But today was that day, the day before grocery day where the selection is nil. So I got online and found a recipe for bok choy soup. It was delicious.
What does this mean for my family? Just the idea of my four year old eating a lettuce wedge for a snack and me eating bok choy soup for lunch brings visions of hairy armpits and L.L. Bean. Someone help me.
The other day I was sitting here at the computer and Cameron came in with a lettuce wedge. Although I'm not sure why, I tried to take it away. He insisted that he wanted it and it finally occurred to me that it was lettuce, not cotton candy. So I let him eat it.
I mentioned in the fall that my mom and I signed up for a Community Sponsored Agriculture co-op. In the fall you pay money that is used to plant. In the spring and summer your money is a credit for you at the farm. My mom and I took our first trip out there last week and I came home with onions, asparagus, carrots and bok choy.
Bok choy.
I had no idea what it was or what to do with it. But today was that day, the day before grocery day where the selection is nil. So I got online and found a recipe for bok choy soup. It was delicious.
What does this mean for my family? Just the idea of my four year old eating a lettuce wedge for a snack and me eating bok choy soup for lunch brings visions of hairy armpits and L.L. Bean. Someone help me.So just to keep myself grounded I bought frozen chicken nuggets and white bread on my grocery run. I haven't had white bread in a really long time.
Greek Festival: In Honor of little Bro
Every year the Greek Orthodox Church in downtown Boise hosts a festival/fundraiser with delicious food. My little brother Evan is currently serving a mission in Greece and this last week marked one year for him. It seemed fitting to celebrate his One Year Anniversary at the Greek Festival. 
Richard took the boys to a father & sons campout so I went to the festival with my parents and my sister Lori and her husband Sean. A meal out with adults and no children is always a pleasure.
MMMM....GYROS. 
We thought of you Elder Hall and the delicious food you get to eat and the beautiful cities and ocean you get to view. We love you!
another YouTube
I don't know if people like it when I post YouTube videos. But this one is short and clever. My favorite kind! Not funny clever, but dramatic clever. I guess it was part of a contest done by the AARP called "u @50".
summer's first SNOW CONES
In desperation last night I pulled out Cameron's piggy bank and asked him if he wanted [to treat the whole family to] a snow cone. He answered in the affirmative, of course, with contagious squeals of delight that sent Eli into fits of excitement."Nose cones!"
Toddlers are famous for the way they mix up the consonants in the words they try to pronounce. Or maybe just my toddlers, who knows? Some of our favorites with Cameron were/are "Heh-coppert" and "Ta-mah-wer". But it is part of what makes any attempt at language adorable. That and Eli's high pitched nasally tone. In any case, for some reason he has a hard time with the word "snow" and it comes out "nose".
Richard and I love to tease him. Richard will say
"You want a nose cone?"
"No. A NOSE cone."
"Oh, a nose cone?"
"No! A NOSE cone!"
"Right, a nose cone."
"NO Daddy, a NOSE cone!"
"Oh.... a SNOW cone?"
"Yeah."
Poor kid, he knows the way it should be, but just can't make the word come out right. We play this mean trick with all kinds of words like "Lawn Moy" for lawn mower and "Nules" for noodles. It never gets old for us. We are terrible.
But with snowcone in hand, you can't bring these guys down.the flu comes around
The stomach flu paid us a visit the last few days. It started on Thursday with Eli, and for an unexplicable reason waited until Monday to strike Cameron and myself yesterday.I am blessed during pregnancy that despite being frequently nauseated I rarely ever throw up. But this virus was determined to see otherwise.
I spent the majority of the day in bed. Luckily my kids are thrilled with any opportunity to spend extensive amounts of time with our On Call Parent. (The television.) I suppose now their brains have turned to mush.
They were so worn out from their time with the OCP that they both took long naps. Cameron slept for 2 1/2 hours and Eli for 4. It made my day. But Richard wasn't so excited about their long naps when I told him that they wouldn't exactly be ready for bed at 8:00. But he forgave me for letting them oversleep. How can you not forgive someone sitting on the bathroom rug hovering over the porcelain throne?
It wasn't until Richard got home and took the boys outside that I had my own turn in front of the t.v. It was short-lived though because I had to change the channel every time a commercial about food came on. That was exhausting so I went back to bed.
Fortunately today after a priesthood blessing and appeals to Heaven I am doing much better. But just to play it safe I am sticking to the BRAT diet.
Time for another bowl of applesauce. It's a good thing it is delicious homemade applesauce. :)
recession hits home
They cut my hours at work. Since I only work one day a week any cut is significant. They actually cut everyone's hours. 20% across the board.
The other day we received our county assesors estimation of the value of our home. It was worse than we thought. But we had seen it coming and worked through the appropriate stages of grief. Denial, Pain, Anger, Depression, "the upward turn" and Reconstruction.
We are now in the Acceptance & HOPE stage. Richard assures me that this experience will make us better people, and our posterity will be more frugal and financially wise. I think he's right. I appreciate his optimism.
For awhile I didn't directly feel the effects of this recession. Even though I watched people around me struggle it didn't hit home. But now we are starting to make our own sacrifices and I hope that we DO learn from this.
I read an article the other day that talked about how self-reliance isn't just self-serving. I have been able to personally witness examples of families who practice financial wisdom being able to assist families in need.
So even though it isn't death we are dealing with here, it is nice to feel HOPE.
The other day we received our county assesors estimation of the value of our home. It was worse than we thought. But we had seen it coming and worked through the appropriate stages of grief. Denial, Pain, Anger, Depression, "the upward turn" and Reconstruction.
We are now in the Acceptance & HOPE stage. Richard assures me that this experience will make us better people, and our posterity will be more frugal and financially wise. I think he's right. I appreciate his optimism.
For awhile I didn't directly feel the effects of this recession. Even though I watched people around me struggle it didn't hit home. But now we are starting to make our own sacrifices and I hope that we DO learn from this.
I read an article the other day that talked about how self-reliance isn't just self-serving. I have been able to personally witness examples of families who practice financial wisdom being able to assist families in need.
So even though it isn't death we are dealing with here, it is nice to feel HOPE.
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