YEAH!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Just Breath
Tax time causes me major anxiety, especially after we were dinged so badly last year. So when our W-2s show up, I immediately do an estimated tax return to see what kind of result there could be to prepare myself. It looks as if we are actually going to get a refund this year and I can finally breath! We can now pay off one of our major bills and a huge chunk of another!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Grey Day
Today is a grey day!A grey day is a day when I hear/read stories about children killed by ill-equipped adults who should have never had children, when there are so many capable and loving people who would have willingly taken that child into their arms and raised them as their own.
A grey day is when a well-meaning mother of four tries to tell me she understands how I feel and what I am going through, when I want to reply with me shouting, "How can you possible understand when you have four children to hold and I have none and may never?"
A grey day is when I try to understand Heavenly Father's greater design as to why he would let his "precious little ones" go to such bad people when others who would cherish these little souls are denied.
A grey day is when I begin to wonder if choices and events of my past have come back to haunt me once again.
A grey day is when I wonder if the drugs, tests, money spent are really worth it, if the result is the same every time.
A grey day is when I hear a pregnant woman complain about their pre-natal child and how much they are missing out because they are pregnant or that they did not want to have this child.
A grey day is when I have to put a smile on my face and act as if nothing is wrong, when inside my heart is breaking.
A grey day is when a negative test happens once again.
A grey day is when the first question out of outsider's mouth is "Are you pregnant yet?" (Like I have any control.)
A grey day is when a pity-party is allowed, because everything all hits at once.
It's just a plain, grey day. They're allowed. Tomorrow will be yellow, green, or blue.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Release the Beast!
One of the memorable moments that I had with one of the kids I have worked with over the years in juvenile corrections was when a teenage girl told me that she would give anything to have her father give her a curfew. I was shocked when she said this, since most kids put up a great fight regarding curfews. So I inquired of her to give a further explanation. She explained that her father giving her a curfew would mean that he actually cared about her and wanted her to be safe. I have never forgotten that moment.
Today my dear husband had a similar lesson. Last night his daughter called his phone and since it was on vibrate in the kitchen, we did not hear the phone. Consequently, she left a nastygram phone message and demanded a phone call back. As you can imagine he was hesitant to return the call this morning because he did not want to start the day off with a fight with an irrational teenager. So I suggested that he call shortly before she needed to leave for school so that the conversation be kept short. He called me later this morning to tell me that sure enough, she began yelling and carrying on. This time instead of taking it, like he usually does, he simply told her, "You need to check your attitude." To which she promptly hung up on him.
Of course, Jim was upset and frustrated but stood his ground and did not try to call her again, but instead insisted that she be polite. This afternoon she called again but this time was much more pleasant and didn't yell, ask for money or demand that we buy her something, which is the usual protocol that works with her mother and has in the past worked with him.
We know that she will try to release the snarly beast side of her again, but I am so proud of him for setting a boundary and sticking with it! And although she will never admit, deep down she is proud of him, too.
Today my dear husband had a similar lesson. Last night his daughter called his phone and since it was on vibrate in the kitchen, we did not hear the phone. Consequently, she left a nastygram phone message and demanded a phone call back. As you can imagine he was hesitant to return the call this morning because he did not want to start the day off with a fight with an irrational teenager. So I suggested that he call shortly before she needed to leave for school so that the conversation be kept short. He called me later this morning to tell me that sure enough, she began yelling and carrying on. This time instead of taking it, like he usually does, he simply told her, "You need to check your attitude." To which she promptly hung up on him.
Of course, Jim was upset and frustrated but stood his ground and did not try to call her again, but instead insisted that she be polite. This afternoon she called again but this time was much more pleasant and didn't yell, ask for money or demand that we buy her something, which is the usual protocol that works with her mother and has in the past worked with him.
We know that she will try to release the snarly beast side of her again, but I am so proud of him for setting a boundary and sticking with it! And although she will never admit, deep down she is proud of him, too.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Better Thee Than Me!
How scared should you be when the Bishop extends you a calling and after you say yes he then states that the program is really a mess? This is what happened to Jim today. So when the Bishop turned to me and asked if I would be willing to support him in his calling, I cheerfully stated yes since it was not me. Poor guy.
Stay tuned for next week as to what the calling is, since he has not been sustained as of yet. But it's definitely not in the bishopric. Whew! They may be getting replaced on Feb. 15 so he is safe from that.
Stay tuned for next week as to what the calling is, since he has not been sustained as of yet. But it's definitely not in the bishopric. Whew! They may be getting replaced on Feb. 15 so he is safe from that.
Friday, January 23, 2009
In Search of the Holy Grail
Yesterday, I had another one of my famous run-ins with the health care industry.
It began that I went over to one of the hospitals that my doctor recommended to get an estimate for the HSG test. (This was after four phone calls in two days with no answer and no return call.) I then had a girl tell me that I needed a code for the procedure so that she could look it up and that even when she does get the code it would take her 30 - 45 minutes to look it up for the costs. (You're kidding, right?) I explained to the pipsqueak that my doctor's office has told me that they had nothing to do with that procedure and they sent me to the hospital for this information. The pipsqueak then told me sorry but they did have the code and there was nothing she could do for me.
I then walked over to the doctor's office and talked to the clerk. She went back to the billing office and came back to tell me that they did not have a code for the procedure since they did not do that procedure in the office. I explained to her what the hospital had said and so she went back to the billing office and explained the situation. She came back with the code (hmmmmmm) for one of the tests and then told me that the hospital that I went to does not do that procedure only the other hospital (There are only 3 doctors in our area that does this procedure).
She then called that hospital to get the rest of the codes, and it was hilarious to see her feel my pain. She was transferred to wrong numbers, voice mails, and hung up on. After 10 minutes of trying to get the "holy grail" of codes, she finally called and demanded to speak tot he CEO of the hospital. (My kind of girl!) She informed this person of what she had been dealing with and all she needed was the "magic" code. Magically, the code was provided. She stated at the end of the phone call she felt like she had been searching for the "holy grail" and felt my pain.
I then went directly to EIRMC to get an estimate there and again was sent to three different departments before finally getting someone who knew what an HSG procedure was and could give me an estimate. Ha ha!! Success! (Or so I thought . . . . ) $750! (By this time 2 hours had passed.)
After talking to Jim and deciding we should go ahead, I then went back to the doctor's office to have them schedule the procedure. The receptionist had me talk to the nurse who said that they would schedule the procedure for the original hospital that my doctor had recommended. As politely as I could, I explained to her my problems that I had and that I had been told by the billing office that this hospital does not do this procedure. She came out to talk to me directly (poor thing) and I explained to her everything that had happened, and that all I wanted was an estimate to see if this is something we could choke up. She asked me to wait a minute and she would straighten this out. 20 minutes later she came out and . . . . . Surprise! The original hospital does do the procedure, with my doctor doing the actual procedure but another doctor reading the results, and she was even able to give me an estimate. Unfortunately, because there is only a 5 day window that this procedure can be performed and that window ended the next day (today) there was no way it could be scheduled this month and has to be for next month. (Ever tried to schedule a procedure a month down the road around a "cycle"?)
Just never a dull moment!
Lesson learned: Never underestimate the power of a nurse!
It began that I went over to one of the hospitals that my doctor recommended to get an estimate for the HSG test. (This was after four phone calls in two days with no answer and no return call.) I then had a girl tell me that I needed a code for the procedure so that she could look it up and that even when she does get the code it would take her 30 - 45 minutes to look it up for the costs. (You're kidding, right?) I explained to the pipsqueak that my doctor's office has told me that they had nothing to do with that procedure and they sent me to the hospital for this information. The pipsqueak then told me sorry but they did have the code and there was nothing she could do for me.
I then walked over to the doctor's office and talked to the clerk. She went back to the billing office and came back to tell me that they did not have a code for the procedure since they did not do that procedure in the office. I explained to her what the hospital had said and so she went back to the billing office and explained the situation. She came back with the code (hmmmmmm) for one of the tests and then told me that the hospital that I went to does not do that procedure only the other hospital (There are only 3 doctors in our area that does this procedure).
She then called that hospital to get the rest of the codes, and it was hilarious to see her feel my pain. She was transferred to wrong numbers, voice mails, and hung up on. After 10 minutes of trying to get the "holy grail" of codes, she finally called and demanded to speak tot he CEO of the hospital. (My kind of girl!) She informed this person of what she had been dealing with and all she needed was the "magic" code. Magically, the code was provided. She stated at the end of the phone call she felt like she had been searching for the "holy grail" and felt my pain.
I then went directly to EIRMC to get an estimate there and again was sent to three different departments before finally getting someone who knew what an HSG procedure was and could give me an estimate. Ha ha!! Success! (Or so I thought . . . . ) $750! (By this time 2 hours had passed.)
After talking to Jim and deciding we should go ahead, I then went back to the doctor's office to have them schedule the procedure. The receptionist had me talk to the nurse who said that they would schedule the procedure for the original hospital that my doctor had recommended. As politely as I could, I explained to her my problems that I had and that I had been told by the billing office that this hospital does not do this procedure. She came out to talk to me directly (poor thing) and I explained to her everything that had happened, and that all I wanted was an estimate to see if this is something we could choke up. She asked me to wait a minute and she would straighten this out. 20 minutes later she came out and . . . . . Surprise! The original hospital does do the procedure, with my doctor doing the actual procedure but another doctor reading the results, and she was even able to give me an estimate. Unfortunately, because there is only a 5 day window that this procedure can be performed and that window ended the next day (today) there was no way it could be scheduled this month and has to be for next month. (Ever tried to schedule a procedure a month down the road around a "cycle"?)
Just never a dull moment!
Lesson learned: Never underestimate the power of a nurse!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Tongue Twister
Hysterosalpingogram
Now try to say that 10 times really fast.
(If you want to know what it is, you will have to google it.)
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