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Published: October 8th 2013
Wellsville, NYAhhhhhhh- Autumn is all around us. Each season gives us a new look and perspective. Fall is beautiful....like a sunset in evening but it lasts all day with the beautiful colors that radiate off the hillsides. It gives you a warm feeling even though the temperature outside is cooling. It's a busy time: trimming back the flowering plants that gave us such delight during the summer, storing our "bistro" and porch furniture away (no more afternoon delights), winterizing the RV, mowing over the trillions of fallen leaves. Summer is fun; Autumn is festive. But it seems like a lot of work that goes along with these changing seasons. Next on the agenda will be the snow.....pretty but painful. Fortunately, it signals a bright spot on our horizon: Florida. No work, just play. It doesn't get any better than that. The New Year will arrive and so will we.....at site 310 at Tropical Palms. Yahoooo. Our summer excitement was limited. We didn't venture out on any big trips. We didn't do our Brimfield show. We went to several estate sales and auctions.....even though we are trying to cut back on our "hobby". We scout for items to sell on Ebay, mostly.
Birdseye View of Wellsville
Taken around Kinzua Bridge area
We finished all our remodeling projects (upstairs). New York State completely redid and resurfaced the road in front of our house. That provided us with many days of watching an interesting and noisy event. Cory kept our bird feeders full so that was another viewing station we enjoyed. More fun and frolic came from our outdoor camera posted in our back field where we feed the wild critters. Every other day, we view the photos taken discreetly of the varmints that visit Guenter's Buffet. Eat your hearts out.....I know how exciting it all must sound to you. Soon after receiving a welcomed clearance from my urologist doctor, my problem returned (hematuria...blood in urine). Obviously, MY diagnosis for the cause was not correct (rats). Thus, began a multitude of tests. I make a very poor patient and cope poorly with anything more than a bandaid application. More blood work and a cat scan. The blood draw seemed to go okay. I forgot to get my liquid "prep" for the scan so when I went back in to the lab, they said that the blood work should have been done within 24 hours of the scan. I had it done
Lulu has her head in the clouds waiting to see the pretty leaves.
48 hours prior to the scan as instructed by fat Jose (male nurse in Dr.'s office). Of course, I was not pleased and said I did not understand why this blood test now was a waste of time, money and PAIN. They sent me to radiology who said it was fine ...didn't matter if I had the blood test a week ahead! Communication?? They gave me the two bottles of prep to take home for my cat scan. By morning, I had excruciating pain in my left elbow and limited movement of my arm. The blood must have leaked from my vein and settled into my elbow. Three days passed before I could report improvement. Onward to the Cat Scan. I had to drink the 2 bottles of prep on our way to the hospital. I am fussy about flavors and textures. I figured it couldn't be as bad as the colonoscopy drink prep. It was equal to it in my mind and mouth. It was supposedly a white "smoothie" flavored as berry. Yuck! It was putrid crap! It was like a thick, curdled milk that had been dredged through a rotted berry patch that had been covered in manure.
Exciting times. Cory and neighbor, Tony, watching the action.
It was horrible and I had to drink TWO bottles of it! But I did it (whining the whole time) and I survived. Whew! I had a substantial wait in the waiting room during which time you certainly see the real world: an old, frail, bent-over Indian from the reservation. He was accompanied by some dark gothic-looking cowboy who called himself a Doctor....you have to be kidding. Soon a "fancy lady" arrived. Tons of makeup and skin tight clothes. She and the "doctor" fought and argued. Children were fussing and crying and their parents seemed uninterested. One patient coped by humming loudly to drown it all out. Finally, I was called. My IV was started by a nice, young man who happened to be the son of a nurse I used to work with. From here, it was all downhill. I waited and waited in a small cubbyhole. Finally, the tech came. I asked about using the bathroom....thank God I asked because this opened the kettle of worms.....Pandora's Box overflowed! She said it was okay and I said that I just wanted to be sure since it was my urinary tract that was being scanned. No --- she said....the order
More exciting views outside our window....road looking good.
was only for my abdomen and wouldn't show my bladder, etc. Whoa!! Red Flags! Wrong.....better check. They tried reaching my doctor but by now it was so late the office was closed. Only voicemail was offered. I suggested calling his home. They said they didn't have those numbers. I said to get the Supervisor because I knew she had them (been there, done that). By now, I was not as sweet and pleasant as usual and stated that I was not going to have the wrong test done nor was I going to come back at another time as I sat with an IV dangling from my arm and putrid crap gurgling in my stomach. The radiology supervisor appeared and said that they had the Radiologist change my order and the test could be done correctly. They would have to contact my doctor at a later date plus post-date my order because I needed prior approval from my insurance company for this new order (original approval was for a scan of my stomach!!....can you believe it??). Now to really top things off. She said for the urogram scan, I DID NOT have to drink that putrid crap slop! Pour more
salt into my wounds! By now, I almost needed a psych consult. I was livid. If I could have found fat Jose (he ordered this test and prep) I would have regurgitated the putrid crap into his big mouth. Eventually, the test was done and the staff remained helpful and kind. My follow-up visit to my doctor was chatty. First, I "chatted" with fat Jose about my experience and what I thought of it all. I don't speak Spanish so not sure what he muttered....it didn't sound like "I'm sorry." The doctor is an older, kind and gentle man. He reminds me of an elderly version of my cousin, Paul. He looks like him and has other similarities. I am sure after I had my chat with him about my experience, he was glad he wasn't my cousin. The result of the scan was kidney stones. One large one in the right kidney and a small one in the left. I have had no pain so they must just "sit" there. On Oct. 29th, I am going to have a shock wave lithotripsy because the large one would never pass on its own. Since I won't be awake for the
Cory at Estate Sale
Cory and his Irish friend, Pat.
procedure, I won't know if anything goes wrong so keep your fingers crossed. They may decide I could benefit from a lobotomy. Hopefully, the stone blasting should end my health issues. I did just recently get a shingles shot. That went fine with no side affects. Knock on wood. ----- So how have you been? We have a couple friends who are facing serious health issues. Our prayers go out to them as they travel their journeys. I hope my minor medical experiences (even though it seemed like a big deal to me) can provide them with just a little chuckle to brighten their day. They are so strong and I am weak. I make a better caregiver than a patient. One thing, though, that I can share from my experience is always ask questions and confirm anything when having something done to make sure everyone and everything is on the same page. Lulu has been pretty quiet for most of the time. It's like she's been away at camp. She's looking forward to Florida. So are we..... Enjoy these bright and shining days. Our sky is still a beautiful clear blue ....another Florida sky
Putrid Crap and Stones
I always say. We are so happy to have you in our lives. See you around sometime.
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