Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Is There a 12 Step Program for This?

In the past year I have spent over $200 in headsets for my precious CrackBerry.


This is evidence of the most recent purchase made just about 3 months ago.



I am so very careful with every other item I have purchased or have been lucky enough to be given as a gift.

Headsets however seem to be repulsed by me. The corded ones seem to find their way dangling in the car door as it get closed. The Bluetooth get the ear piece snapped off, don't work well as far as staying put, or no one can hear me.

Then there were the few that were eaten by the dog. I just considered the few Karma points cashed in for exchange of vet bills and the loss of a headset to be "getting off easy". You see, I have what you call the ten dollar dog and the ten thousand dollar dog. You can guess which one loves headsets. Ahem.

So, any suggestions for a new headset for me?

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Discoveries of Late

First, I just wanted to say thank you for the support on the recent nurse experience at the hospital. Glad to hear I'm not the only one who thinks writing a letter is a good idea. I'll keep you posted.

It's amazing what you find out by simply asking. I'll share a few of these:

  • Through the answers on Twitter, it has been established that a white shirt or white sweater is acceptable after Labor Day. Pants? The jury seems to still be out on that one. Pshaww, like I would ever white pants to begin with. I think we can just call that one a closed subject.
  • There is, not far from here, a piece of architecture called the Glass House. It has been debated whether the architectural plans were from Frank Lloyd Wright's apprentice and it was taken and built after his death. I'm trying to get a reservation to go see it but so far they are reserved out to mid December. I'm still very excited because I adore Frank Lloyd Wright buildings. This seems to be under dispute, can anyone clarify?
  • I have applied to three different nursing programs and it looks like I have a very good shot at acceptance to the one I like the most. (SQUEEE!)
  • I'm loving exploring (when I feel up to it) now that I have the Garmin. I'm going to declare it the next best thing second to the internet.
  • One of the fabulous ladies I had the pleasure of finally meeting and hanging out with at BlogHer this past year, moved up here from Washington, DC. We were both super excited and even more-so when we found out the building she and her husband moved into is directly behind my building. It feels a little Seinfeld-ey, but we are both loving every minute of it.
  • They do indeed sell raw meat dog food around here, you just have to know who to ask.
  • Observation of my own: The drivers here are crazy. Like wear-a-helmet-in-your-own-car crazy drivers.
Recent observation you've come up with?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Stamford Hospital- Mini Review

As most of you know, I've been in the hospital most of last week with an epidural that had a general result that fell short of my expectations. It helped some but I'm still on crutches and I might be a little bitter because on Monday (okay, I am), just as they got the epidural to the level where I was getting some relief (5 ml per liter), Jay, the night nurse, who came on shift at 7pm:

  • cut the epidural from 5 to a 2
  • then cut my percocet from 10 mg to 5 mg
  • then he refused to give me any of my other regular medication like klonopin which I had not had since much earlier in the morning
  • wouldn't give me the neurontin (for nerve pain)
  • and said there was no reason for me to be on trazadone ( a sleep medication without the potential effects of Ambien) therefore he wouldn't give it.
I asked him to call the doctor and he refused saying "I don't want to call him and make him mad. Call him yourself, because I don't want him be mad at me, but if you don't mind him getting mad and you and want to take the chance, go ahead." As we all know, it is inappropriate to give a patient the home number of a doctor. Then he came back and told me as a "special favor to me" he called the doctor and told him all the rates of the medication and the doctor told Jay, the nurse, it was fine. This is appaling for a surgical floor of the hospital when patients are predictably a great amount of pain.

Two things, the doctor is a female and when she saw me the next morning during rounds she was upset by what this nurse had done and said that he had given her different information. She put in an order to immediately move the epidural rate up to 8 to be graduated up to 12 by the end of the day. This didn't work as far as decreasing my pain and I just wanted to cry in frustration. When you are in pain 24/7 with no period of relief, I cannot explain how horrible it is and how I can see the logic in suicide. NOT that I am suicidal, but how that can seem like a feasible option to some.

Because of the surge in pain between 7pm Monday night continuing through to the next morning at 8am, it was never brought back down to a workable level and she would have to replace the epidural because it had become displaced. The epidural was turned off at this point. VERY upsetting.

I meet with her Monday and we are trying to get another approval from the insurance company to have a second chance which we all know how easy that can be especially when it's a subrogated claim.

So that's all about me, tell me something fun or exciting that happened for you recently?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

What It's Like to Find a Birth Parent

This beautifully written piece was sent to me by my Biological Father's wife. It eloquently sums up the emotional dance that takes place when a child reunites with a biological parent.

Part One:


The journey through reunion is not unlike traveling to a foreign country where one doesn't speak the language or know the customs. Immersion into a new culture presents adjustments to climate, food, clothes, mannerisms and social rules. The experience carries imagined "should haves" that are markedly different from the often awkward reality.

Reunions hold the possibility of joy, hope and healing. These expectations and their resulting grief, however, can lead to misunderstanding, hurt and confusion. Each person must learn to adapt to the other's–as well as their own—perplexing, vacillating emotional changes. Each person must rise to the challenge of bridging the lost years as well as possible. We are severed from—but profoundly bonded to--each other. We come together as "Familiar Strangers." Familiar in many ways because of the inherent genetic traits that are expressed in physical and emotional mannerisms and thoughts and actions.

Unfamiliar in as many ways because each person has survived the sudden, abrupt truncation of a primary relationship. Each has developed different coping styles within the context of their own unique life path.

What happens? Why and How Can we Overcome the Challenges?

Traveling between the familiar and the unfamiliar requires resilience because the traveler will experience the roller coaster effects of elation/deflation as pent up emotions and years of buried grief and anger begin to spew forth. It is important to recognize that reunion is an intensely emotional, highly complex and unique phenomenon.

Emotions are energy in motion, they are the tools of growth and serve to warn, protect and teach us about ourselves and the presenting situation/relationship.

What happens when these worlds converge? One must learn to read between the lines. Be an observer of subtle cues, allow the other person to move at her/his own pace, put aside needs and expectations and "musts" for the reality of what it is. We need to develop an understanding and appreciation of one another's cultural and lifestyle differences.

Reunion emotions are high and conflicting feelings such as: joy. sorrow, anxiety, impatience, fear, anger and bewilderment. The person entering into a reunion is shifting gears from being a searcher with some measure of control, to a totally unknown situation, craving acceptance but anticipating rejection. The seat of the power now shifts to the contacted party. The searcher now must transition from the fantasies that filled the years of void and longing to stark reality.

Search is usually initiated by a strong internal drive to resolve the original issue of separation and loss (adoption). One thirsts to resolve unanswered questions. The emotional pressure to come full circle sustains what is often an arduous journey. The searcher's momentum increases as information is gathered. The emotional pressure to connect continues to escalate, while other life routine issues and obligations may be neglected because the searcher's focused journey is toward the truth, and he or she is expending a lot of emotional energy defending the need to search.

The searcher is not unlike a truck traveling 90 m.p.h.. The person who is found and who has not yet moved toward undertaking the search is taken by surprise and does not have this momentum. When these two different energies meet an emotional collision occurs. The searcher can barely slow down, while the person found can barely gasp for air, for the wind has been knocked out of them. They need time to adjust and may have concerns about the meaning behind the contact There may be stress regarding the implications of meeting and forming this new relationship.

Each party is bewildered by the other's actions. Each has different needs. One may be well versed in adoption issues with adoption, having support group exposure, ~while the other may not have even begun to contemplate adoption and reunion issues. Both parties have set their roles, rules and emotional commitments to others in their lives.

So many feelings flood forward, there may be bouts of crying or free-floating anger as these feelings flood forth. There is chaos and confusion. How can one be filled with such joy, anger, sadness. frustration, indifference, disappointment, fear and elation simultaneously?

Our identities are challenged. We will NEVER be the same as we were before contact. Issues of loyalty to respective primary relationships may impede the ability to enfold the other party. One's previous history of loss, coping skills, ability to identify and verbalize feelings, and capacity to mourn affect the person's ability to empathize and relate to one another. Perception about the adoption experience--shame/openness, conditions during the pregnancy, success of integrating the adoption experience, issues of inadequacy-- all impact the manner in which the reunion may unfold. It is a process that often leaves those involved bewildered and exhausted.

I will post part two tomorrow.

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Monday, November 9, 2009

Day One-Not Pain Free

Upon arrival and a multitude of trees worth of paperwork, I was taken back to a room where I was graciously presented with a gown, opening in back, four times too large for me. The bathrobe to go over it was approximately the size for a small child. This gives the look of a scarecrow complete with all the extra fabric sticking out of every opening of the bathrobe. Gee, I forgot my broom or whatever a scarecrow holds in one hand.

I am then asked if I have dentures. People, I am 33 years old and while I have had an adventurous life, I wouldn't say its been "hard" or I've ever lived on the streets, had fights or anything necessitating dentures.

fast forward a few hours

My Back now looks like this:
Yeah, this epidural thing pretty much covers my whole back. However, I'm in full agreement of not letting anything slide in or out of my spine.

I am awake and back in my room to find two pairs of skid socks, baby wipes, (two) soap trays, listermint, toothbrush, kidney pan, teeny tiny tissues and well hello there, this is like checking into the Sheraton!

Where's my mini bar?

I also seem to be missing my chocolates. Too bad I have so many wires, strings and hoses, or I'd look for them.

The pain is still present and accounted for and hopefully will be titrated to a higher level of medication tomorrow. Very tired and that's all I can give you for today.

Immense gratitude for all the well wishes and good energy, prayers and love sent my way. Even from afar, it's very comforting. Thank you.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Easily Amused

Today as I was running a few last minute errands, I was sitting in the car finishing a phone call. I noticed two ladies admiring my car. As I got out of the car, the following conversation occurred.

Two Ladies: Wow! That is such a nice car! It's just beautiful!

Me: Thank you. I've really enjoyed having it.

TL: It's just SO PRETTY! You are so lucky!

Me: "I think so too!" and brought them around to show them my license plate (fortunate) and the frame, Attitude of Gratitude.

TL: It's just amazing, such a beautiful car with the perfect license plate. This really is the nicest car I've ever seen!

Me: Again, thank you. I really need to get inside though.

TL: Oh oh, before you go, can I ask one question?

Me: Sure, go ahead.

TL: Where did you get it? I've been thinking about a new car.

Me: (somewhat flabbergasted) Umm, the Volkswagon dealership.

TL: Really?

Me: Yeah, that's what they sell there is Volkswagons, so it seemed the most logical place to look.

I turn to go inside only to hear them saying behind me, "You know, she really had a good idea there!"

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Oops! I Did It Again!

I forgot my Blogoversary! It was October 14. I find this somewhat ironic considering I started the blog in October, the month that has been my lightest posting month for 3 years now. Next year, someone remind me, okay?
**Image credit to webweaver.nu

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