Saturday, October 11, 2008

Marriage Warranty?

Distraught will be the right word to use if I haven't logged in and blogged. For the first week of October, I have battled the PMS demon....that includes severe headache and I have to work and sustaining myself not to call in, suicidal thoughts, as I am about to go to my OB GYN and have them pull my uterus (that is my monthly ideation), or like a manananggal feeling, that is to put a bag of sea salt in the lower half of my body and marinate it for 7-9 days. I couldn't think straight, I can't make a good decision, I always have a hissy fit, but has to have a good face to front my hubby and not having this awful feeling obvious to him. The only thing I complained to JP was about the nagging headache that in all honesty, I could be the next CFO of Ibuprofen. Ibuprofen had been my best friend every 30 something days. Without it, I can see 8 stupid people in front of me instead of just 1. I've always thank God for it's worthiness and to that person who invented it.
Aside from managing my hysterics on PMS, I have thrown myself in a world of my friend's divorce. It must've been a couple of months that she's been bee buzzing with a co-worker, until her emotions poured on me as well.
Her moving out, my sinister-get-even actions against her soon to be ex, what to and what not had all been carefully planned by us three, with some interjection from the 3 men we've worked with (one a divorcee, the other is a 25 year old clueless single man, and a 30 sumthin' with a "co inhabitant") and my hubby who analyzes a plan B and the pessimistic side of it.
It's hard (could not really deal with it...honestly) to listen and to tell her to be strong. Having 3 kids with this situation, (they've been together for 24 years) must be overwhelming.
And so the move out happened yesterday. We packed what we can take. It was a messy getaway. The house was...in shambles. (The best way to describe) It was(the state of the house) a clutter...cluster f*ck. Even the Realtor who visited the century old house made a comment to "let go of the house!"
As we sat in the old wooden bench outside the doorway, right next to the neatly rows of garbage bags full of unfolded clothes, my brain had a relapse.
While my blogger's world are busy talking about the effect of the economy in their internet and real lives, I am witnessing broken family 101 Live. Earlier part of the loading, I was still aggressively huffing and puffing dreaming how to lose weight carrying several size 0 clothing, In a sudden turn, I am looking at a 16 year old boy who doesn't know who to turn to (father of course was somewhere in East Coast....having a grand time, not going home until Sunday), holding a temporary disconnected cellphone, crying and confused. My friend's face was covered with mixed tears and snot. Broke my heart. My husband heard their dog's whimpering inside the kennel, and lifted Pepper up to cuddle her. My eyes were misty. I heard everyone's breathing! We were on a standstill. I didn't know what to tell my friend. This is something that is not taught in combat, Not even my years of do'h experience will enhance my capability to utter a comforting word such as " it's ok...." F*ck. It is all f*cked up....and it is not OK!

Welcome to her new house.....
We forgot the gaddam dolly. 2 dollies and a big yea space in UHAUL and we left it in the old house.
We needed a break....pizza and coke for late lunch....it was a taciturn moment....

It felt like we were driving forever going back home. We're not talking. Got home, we sat in a couch, we're still not talking. We're looking in our silhouette on the TV's screen. My husband stood up and went to the bathroom. I heard his sniffles and the shower opened.
"Beh, maligo ka na!"

PS: Mercury Retrograde?
PS uli 10/13/08~ edited version


Screen shot of the idiot's website....emoticon shows how elated he was when he found out that his wife left him.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

KabaBloghan

How many times do I have to change the title and the description of my blog? Kaloka!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Girls day out (with the boys!)

I've enjoyed my rest(?) day yesterday, despite the fact that half of the time, I was in meat and alcohol limbo. Overall, we had a good time.
The usual topic was food over food. Awesomely, my crazy work peeps had been craving for my Arroz a la Cubana. My (instant) dish that I usually cook with no frills...or should I say "pag nag mamadali ng kumain at walang ulam at hihimatayin na si bossing" was raved over the enormous non-stop serving of house special picanha (what's wrong with this group?).

They (3 of them) actually made it over the weekend, trying to jazz it up, but were not able to acquire the same substance in their palate. So, I gave them a word of advice (ek ek). "Follow the recipe," in Terminator's voice. Although it is a simple sauteed ground meat, the mélange of the ingredients intensifies the taste, add an oven top grill chiquita banana and you will just crave for more.
Enihoot, $40 anda (ming kinain ko, nyeta) later and drifting away in far away Condom Sense store, we headed out to Irving for a nail...or should I say, sat in an invigorating vibratory chair while they service us for our pedicure bonding moment. We were zonked ( worked the night before, and me as a DD) with a little brazilian ETOH on board that they claimed not to be strong (so wrong...way too wrong!)... I hurriedly sober up in my chair (while I am measuring up the pathways of alcohol metabolism...the bad thing was...I fast the day before, so sucky sucky, meaning sobering up aint happening soon). So based on whatever law that is.....weight vs height (mass per mass), buzzing..... amount of alcohol,zzzzzzzzzzzz... no exercise person vs fasting & fast eating (love that crispy fat side of picanha)....buzzz.... at a dissipation rate of around 0.015% per hour...buzzzz....and then..... I saw my pink toe nail with flowers and I was elated. More please.
Off we go to Cheesecake Factory in Arlington.
The joy it brings. BAR MENU from 4pm-6pm. Attagirl! You can do it. I had a Georgia Peach (because I'm peachy), and buttahofcourse....my Chocolate Mousse Cheesecake. TO die for. And I did.
Next stop, State Fair of Texas. Oct 9....and it is a Thursday...we're gonna have a party! It's a Thursday. Yikes. Chicken Fried Bacon, & Fried Banana Split come to mama! (Am I going to overdose my Omega 3 again....felt that fish burp!)


I'm the DD.... ugh gyen.
PS: I like..........

Monday, September 22, 2008

Fogo de Chao (yummylisciousness)

Below is my e-vite to my co-workers who are killing their bootylisciousness off.

Census wise, we've been up to >100 average every day. Nabawasan ng konti sometimes, kasi nga me laro kaya ang mga CowGheyz. So on Wednesday, mag papaka glutton ako, like there is no tomorrow. Burp!
Nulla per orem for 2 days! Hello Gaucho!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Craving for this....


Wala lang. I'm just craving for Arroz a la Cubana (My mom's style...kaya lang I prefer burnt dry fried banana), but hubby wants to eat at Tokyo One, so doon kami mamaya for dinner.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Project Runway Philippines Quotable Quotes

I am a has been viewer of Pinoy Telebisyon....so passe na ako sa mga balita. I guess the only reason why I subscribed a fil channel on the internet, is because I got so addicted with that drama ( I was forced into it, and got hooked) "Sa Piling Mo" couple of years back (farts! Can't believe it has been 2 years ago) with Judy Ann Santos and Piolo Pascual. Well... I was depressed then... and life was a blur, and blah blah blah...and crap!
Enihooters, again...I am hooked...with Project Runway Philippines. And no, I am not having bipolar moments. I just want to capture the gayness moments I've seen during each episode.
I would like to thank sweetproject, for allowing me to use her(his?) videos for my screenshots.
I did not capture the catty part of the show. I love all the contestants, and I am only going to use the funny anecdotes and not the "tongue-lashing" biatchiness.


























Also, please don't forget to watch (kahit late na) Project Catwalk Season 3 (UK version of Project Runway). I guess it was shown early part of the year, and their winner........surprise!


"Anything can be a suppository if enough force is applied!" unknown mcc

Friday, September 12, 2008

"To Arnel Pineda Fans!"

TO ALL AP FANS: "READ WELL AND THREAD CAREFULLY!!!"
If you have noticed, I tried not to post here my AP Official Website (ek ek) sentiments. One thing kasi, if I say something bad, I will be persecuted by my kapwa Pinoys. My grip in my previous posts were the exact opinion of one of their forumers sa AP website. At yun....as in kinatay sya ng mga FANS! In fact his/her views were right....anything waaaay in excess is tooooo freaking much. Nakakainis. Nakakapika. Nakakasawa. Tama na. Itigil na. Hindi lang kasi kayo kayo ang gustong mag join sa topic eh. Me ibang tao din na gustong i appreciate ang talent ni Arnel eh ang kaso....namomonopolize ng kung anu-anong ka dramahan ang thread ng ibang forumers!!! PRAMIS. Hindi nyo lang pansin, pero pansin ko at napansin din ng iba.
At, it gives lines/boundaries to some who would like to appreciate his music. The same group that protects Arnel Pineda's legacy, will be the same people that will bring him down. Sana, hinay hinay lang sila sa post, or di kaya, ang administrator nito dapat naglagay ng category about...."birthdays, prayers, concert, favorite food, being sick....etc...etc...etc" Mali eh...sadyang mali. And I feel bad for this person that they attacked.
Even one forumer wished him/her dead (Mabuhay! Ang tatapang talaga). Pinagbintangan din syang nag palit ng nickname na similar sa isang terrorist group sa `Pinas, or someone na fired out after Steve Perry.

I hope this will change, pero if ever na mabasa nila ang blog na to.... I will bet my cute ass that it will be on fire. I welcome all comments and interrogations. And if they ban my IP there...really....who gives a crapiolla!?

PS: Sinong gustong humada at mag interpret ng sinabi ko in english...sa ngayon kasi medyo kurtado utak ko at imbyerniks sa mga chuva na itesh! Anyone....someone...haller....Reyna Elena?? PussyCat???
Yun lang pow!
PPS: Wag korekin ang english and gay lingo ko....capture ko lang sabi ni BB:
"My opinion is like a butt, everybody has one..."

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Duguan

Ilang araw na palang sumasakit ang ulo ko at hindi ko matiyak kung ano ang dahilan nito.
Ipagpaumanhin ninyo mga giliw kong taga pag basa ng aking panunulat. Sa dahilang nakakapagod din namang mag muni muni ng salitang banyagang iaangkop ko sa aking talataan. Sa totoo lamang, nakakapagod ring mag isip sa trabaho, lalo na at ang iyong mga kasama ay ibang lahi at walang isa mang nagsasalita ng sarili mong wika. Pagkaminsan, kailangan ko ng katinuan ng utak, tinatawagan ko ang aking kabiyak, at pag nag uusap kami sa sarili naming wika, hinahamak ako at sila raw ay nag mimistulang tanga sa dahilang hindi nila maintindihan ang aking minumutawi.
Tangna naman! Kasalanan ko ba kung iisang lenggwahe lang ang nalalaman niyo. Kita nyo na ngang dugong dugo na ang ilong ko sa pakikisama sa inyo, at heto kayo, kukumustahin ko lang ang aking kabiyak, nag mistula na kayong mga kampon ni Hitler.
arrrrgh (marikit na bersyon!)....
Pangalawang araw ko ng pamamahinga, at ano itong aking pinag kakausyosohan. Walang humpay na pag babasa ng iba't ibang panulat sa "internet!" Nakakapanibago at nakakagalak, lalo pa't ang pananalita'y angkop sa masayahing bayotin. Ako ay naaliw, at aking sinubaybayan ang lahat ng kanyang mga talata at mga kakaibang balitaktakan mula sa kanyang mga tagapag subaybay. Kung tutuusin, halos hindi na ako nakapag pahinga sapagkat, iyon lamang bukod tanging ginawa ko mula pag kagising ko kagabi.
Marami pa akong dapat na subaybayang anekdota ng iba't ibang tagapag sulat.
Mawalang galang lamang po, subalit ika labing dalawa na ng tanghali, at ito'y oras na ng aming tanghalian.
Ipag paumanhin lamang po at isasantabi ko muna ito. Sa uulitin. Mabuhay po ang bawat Pilipino. Mahalin ang wikang pambansa.

Pahabol Sulat:
buyoy!

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Die with a T



Today is the start day (and had been everyday) to go on a full swing dieT. Amazingly, in my 42 earthling years, I've probably lost a total of 500 pounds from the different diet I've tried in the last decade and I should be hanging in one of my necklace charm, but this time, I want to be successful (Nyah!).
Ms. K reiterated that I need to keep a journal for my diet plan. One thing for sure, I can't keep up when it comes to writing a journal. With this big flab jiggly flip bod, I am also fully loaded and upgraded myself with all sorts of ailments namely, tendonitis, some sort of carpal tunnel syndrome, hypertension and peripheral edema. God knows what else I can load up to this tiny frame, and hopefully I won't be looking like a Japanese car with some kind of subliminal emblem that says “Big fat ass!"
My plan is to go back to my Filipino diet~ that is, frequent healthy meals. Hopefully, my body will not be able to recognize that I am actually eating healthy food and will not reject myself.
Now....my worries is that our rice bin is still half full ( I didn't say half empty for I don't want to be pessimist!), so I have a long way to go before I can actually finish it up! Nyahahahahaha. I am not feeling helpless....not at all....In fact I was dreaming that I was attack by different kinds of asian foods, that I woke up feeling full to my stomach! Nah. But.... "eat I must!"

Think about it. Rice exists in many climates, needs no refrigeration and has no natural enemies. All you do is add water - and water - and - water - and water....~ Erma Bombeck

Quality time

Pictures speaks louder than words!









Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Belated

My mom would've been 78 yrs old yesterday, but she decided to retire early 3 years ago and joined my father where there's no network whatsoever that could reach them. I miss them...so much....especially that I am their only child. Reminiscing would be the hardest thing to do without working out my tear duct, so, I tried to mask my emotions by forgetting certain days of the year, such as her birthday, their wedding anniversary, my dad's birthday....and even sometimes....my own natal day. Yesterday, I guess she reminded me of it, coz all of a sudden, I blurted out to my hubby that we will be eating out for nanay's b-day; unfortunately, he had some appointments to commit, so we will be eating out for lunch today instead. And why the heck I am still awake at 0506 hrs...no clue.


Nay, thank you for taking care of the cut in my forehead when I was little. It was dad's fault when the ceiling fan fell. He didn't fix it well. I am so sorry for crying for hours and kept you up all night back then, but I must say, Magnolia Chocolait does keep a wailing child go down. I hope all is well up there. I heard you guys are enjoying your staycation. Must be nice, huh. Oh well....someday, I will be joining you and we will play catch up. But for the meantime, imma take care of my hubby. He doesn't want me to go there yet....he said he'll be ready to let go of me when he's 100 (that means to say I'll be 115...yikes!). Today, he fixed my toothbrush, you know, the kind that you put in a charger stand. I thought I broke it `coz everything just won't connect together. Come to find out, I put everything backwards. If you have time to visit us, please do so, because I am loving every encounter my husband had. When I get home from work, he swears that he saw someone sitting in our living room. Just don't scare him that much. My own belief stops me from seeing you guys, but I guess, your son-in-law has a third eye. Later!

Sunday, August 31, 2008

my predicament

Should we:
...laugh at the troll that walks in, holding a bottle of silk worms, bringing the entire family to be seen for recurrent non-healing sores?
...mock the stupidity of the parents that comes in at 2 in the morning, rushing their child that has an insect/mosquito bite?
...get mad at a frequent flier middle aged woman with a headache of over 2 weeks, who sought help to different specialist and didn't find anything wrong with her?
...be pissed off on a 52 year old man who can't use the triage door, instead insisted to get in to the ambulance bay because he has "severe chest pain" unrelieved with several narcotic pain medicine?
...get tired of taking care of the frequent flier quadriplegic who apparently fakes his seizures or the morbidly obese woman who has a trache and always has shortness of breath?

Many have lost their integrity in their profession. A lot of it may be blamed from the different kinds of abuses encountered.
And in (the Pollyannaism World) our line of business, "we can just pretend that we really care for our clientele."( perceived from the principal's office...shhhhh).

Meanwhile, I am doing my reality check. So far, of my xx years of service, pretending is not part of my job description. Tragically though, I will be encountering more of (ugh)idiosyncrasy, not the clients, but with the gods. And with the help of the Almighty Higher Ups, may I not stroke out and hit my head on the ground when I get to see or talk to the sourpuss (again), because even in my reincarnation, I don't wanna be like them, "the deity of morons."


"When you look for the bad in mankind expecting to find it, you surely will."
Abraham Lincoln, Inscription on Pollyanna's locket, a gift from her father~ Pollyanna is a best-selling 1913 novel by Eleanor H. Porter

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Find the difference, Kuya Bodjie


My evaluation was completed at 8am today. Done and over with. All I have to do is to wait for my (?)pay raise(?) and another year of "I told you so!" blah blah blah.
I was upset when I walked out of the office of my director. She claimed ( as told by a mole or a snitch, she was just there not more than 2 months...oh yeah ) that there's a "clique" on NOC shift. So, Ms. ---- suggested that if we are going to order food, if we hang out, if we, if we, if we.......
So this is what I told her...."I didn't know that I am back in high school. I am so sorry that in my past life I didn't play with Samwel and Nadjia." " You see, they speak karay-a when they play and I feel alienated." " I can't understand a word they say, but I don't wanna go to your office just to let you know that they don't want to play with me and they speak martian when you're not around, so, I just go out in the street and find me another playmate." " So if my playmates start to congregate and talked about Thess has a nipple ring, or that Jhunior impregnated another schoolmate of ours (and it's not his girlfriend), or if Jarjar was a bastard, or Jabba d hut just had a divorce....it's none of my business what these people wants to do with their lives, and I have no intention of sharing any of these information to every living critter that passes by me on the face of the earth. what I hear from my playmates whispers has nothing to do with cliques. These are information that are personal and should not be shared for the entire mankind. So, no one should come in to your office and start singing "Cry me a river" just because they don't watch " Gossip Girl!" And neither do I. I just happen to sit in the business class and reading a blog (gotta find me another place to sit!) when Journey started singing. But that doesn't mean that I am a member of Journey. Getch mo ba!?
I've worked in a company with better incentives and benefits and more chaotic than where I am right now, but none of these immaturity occurred. NO BROWN NOSERS!
In general, I have a good evaluation. I told my hubby about the clique part and his take is...."enough of that bringing food for the entire nation."
Dang, he's always right!

BATIBOT

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

SCANDAL - an ER doctor & drug seekers

It has been a busy week for me (not the kind of "census is up busy),so for now, I will copy and paste an article that I've read few days ago. There is no one to thank for the insight that this particular ER physician made, and I wish it does, so I can send him/her a thank you gift. I will be back as soon as I have the courage to write about a memory that had been brewing in my mind.
To the daring and courageous ....here it goes!

OK, I am not going to lecture you about the dangers of narcotic pain medicines. We both know how addictive they are: you because you know how it feels when you don't have your vicodin, me because I've seen many many many people just like you. However, there are a few things I can tell you that would make us both much happier. By following a few simple rules our little clinical transaction can go more smoothly and we'll both be happier because you get out of the ER quicker.

The first rule is be nice to the nurses. They are underpaid, overworked, and have a lot more influence over your stay in the ER than you think. When you are tempted to treat them like shit because they are not the ones who write the rx, remember: I might write for you to get a shot of 2mg of dilaudid, but your behavior toward the nurses determines what percent of that dilaudid is squirted onto the floor before you get your shot.

The second rule is pick a simple, non-dangerous, (non-verifiable) painful condition which doesn't require me to do a four thousand dollar work-up in order to get you out of the ER. If you tell me that you headache started suddenly and is the 'worst headache of your life' you will either end up with a spinal tap or signing out against medical advice without an rx for pain medicine. The parts of the story that you think make you sound pitiful and worthy of extra narcotics make me worry that you have a bleeding aneurysm. And while I am 99% sure its not, I'm not willing to lay my license and my families future on the line for your ass. I also don't want to miss the poor bastard who really has a bleed, so everyone with that history gets a needle in the back. Just stick to a history of your 'typical pain that is totally the same as I usually get' and we will both be much happier.

The third rule (related to #2) is never rate your pain a 10/10. 10/10 means the worst pain you could possibly imagine. I've seen people in a 10/10 pain and you sitting there playing tetris on your cell phone are not in 10/10 pain. 10/10 pain is an open fracture dangling in the wind, a 50% body surface deep partial thickness burn, or the pain of a real cerebral aneurysm. Even when I passed a kidney stone, the worst pain I had was probably a 7. And that was when I was projectile vomiting and crying for my mother. So stick with a nice 7 or even an 8. That means to me you are hurting by you might not be lying. (See below.)

The fourth rule is never ever ever lie to me about who you are or your history. If you come to the ER and give us a fake name so we can't get your old records I will assume you are a worse douchetard than you really are. More importantly though it will really really piss me the fuck off. Pissing off the guy who writes the rx you want does not work to your advantage.

The fifth rule is don't assume I am an idiot. I went to medical school. That is certainly no guarantee that I am a rocket scientist I know (hell, I went to school with a few people who were a couple of french fries short of a happy meal.) However, I also got an ER residency spot which means I was in the top quarter or so of my class. This means it is a fair guess I am a reasonably smart guy. So if I read your triage note and 1) you list allergies to every non-narcotic pain medicine ever made, 2) you have a history of migraines, fibromyalgia, and lumbar disk disease, and 3) your doctor is on vacation, only has clinic on alternate Tuesdays, or is dead, I am smart enough to read that as: you are scamming for some vicodin. That in and of itself won't necessarily mean you don't get any pain medicine. Hell, the fucktards who list and allergy to tylenol but who can take vicodin (which contains tylenol) are at least good for a few laughs at the nurses station. However, if you give that history everyone in the ER from me to the guy who mops the floor will know you are a lying douchetard who is scamming for vicodin. (See rule # 4 about lying.)

The sixth and final rule is wait your fucking turn. If the nurse triages you to the waiting room but brings patients who arrived after you back to be treated first, that is because this is an EMERGENCY room and they are sicker than you are. You getting a fix of vicodin is not more important than the 6 year old with a severe asthma attack. Telling the nurse at triage that now your migraine is giving you chest pain since you have been sitting a half hour in the waiting area to try to force her into taking you back sooner is a recipe for making all of us hate you. Even if you end up coming back immediately, I will make it my mission that night to torment you. You will not get the pain medicine you want under any circumstances. And I firmly believe that if you manipulate your way to the back and make a 19 year old young woman with an ectopic pregnancy that might kill her in a few hours wait even a moment longer to be seen, I should be able to piss in a glass and make you drink it before you leave the ER.

So if you keep these few simple rules in mind, our interaction will go much more smoothly. I don't really give a shit if I give 20 vicodins to a drug-seeker. Before I was burnt out in the ER I was a hippy and I would honestly rather give that to ten of you guys than make one person in real pain (unrelated to withdrawal) suffer. However, if you insist on waving a flourescent orange flag that says 'I am a drug seeker' and pissing me and the nurses off with your behavior, I am less likely to give you that rx. You don't want that. I don't want that. So lets keep this simple, easy, and we'll all be much happier.

Sincerely,
Your friendly neighborhood ER doctor

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

What gives....(my late reaction to MaFu)

I was reading bryanboy's blog when I stumbled upon his archives about Malu Fernandez' comment on bloggers and here it goes:


WTF was this "biyatchnamese" talking about?? Are we just lowly no life marmacette and has no one to talk to?? I (do) go out, aside from going to work and (tried to) "be a dedicated health care worker" (NOTTTTTT!). Ohh em gee! When was the last time she had her psych evaluation? I am just worried that she overdosed herself with Prozac,uppers or Ekis Pinoy `coz Le Snuffalufagus is a numbsuck!!! Judging from her pictures,


it seems like MaFu was the one who hasn't gone out for her daily walks & talks (zilch persona) because she is just....in a rude sense of way, had too much caloric intake and morbidly obese (BTW, she looks like an evil clown with her overly done blush on. Should I email her to use "pinch your cheek" by Origins? bwehehehehehe) Shake it off girl. You live in a country where size negative double ØØ & Ø is the norm.
Enihooters, I am more concern about visits from flips proof reading my blog. Most of them are... as bryan boy said "anal-retentive English nazis on the face of the planet."
Excuse me while I hurl outside. Need to get to size Ø before going to Vegas in November. I will be wearing a 2 piece~ "A pair of earring and a smile!"
TTFN! I have to walk my dog and enjoy the humid, cloudy Texas bed weather.

PS: Ginisang mongo na may baboy ang ulam ngayon! Tsalap!
PPS: Ayoko ng sponsorship sa blog ko! Me trabaho ako na pwedeng sumuporta sa kalokohan ko.
Isa pang post script: MAFU, libre lang daw ang citizenship sa Antartica. Bwahahahahaha

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Deductible

I was shaking so hard this afternoon while opening the statement bill from my hospitalization last month. I snoop the approximate bill, and it wasn’t good. I was so worried that I've indulge myself to work 9 days post-operatively(with the knowledge that ER had already been busy), because I was thinking that I would be paying it for millions of years.
My husband read it for me, `coz it was dizzying with all the dollar signs charged on me between 2 doctors & ER visit, 2 surgeries and hospitalization. All in all, according to hubby, I just owe them $363.20 mickey mouse dollars. Oi! I had a health plan discount (employee discount), then my health plan itself. Juice mio. What a relief.

Lord, thank you for backing me up!



Side note: We were busy the other day that we maxed out our gurney-patient ratio. A man with a male child was clamoring about he pays the highest taxes in that area and would not be able to get a room right away (they were in the hallway gurney) dang! Are you serious, man? I didn’t even know that our 5 tier triage process just changed based on how much you pay taxes). Child was crying because he hurt his side. Dad yelled at our physician, police officers had been called. Automatically, child had a full work up with IV access (IMO, not needed, really~ but dad’s yelling made it worse.)
Diagnosis: child made it home (of course) with just contusion (see what I mean). Dad~No cure for stupidity.
Lesson: Don’t make a fool of yourself. Remember, we’re the closest hospital in your area. I will be looking forward seeing your arse....again!mwehehehehehe