Saturday, September 11, 2010

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Thanks Hermine



Rain, rain and more rain. From Monday night to Wednesday night we got almost 10 inches of rain. A summer of drought was made up for in 3 days.

This is the low end of the backyard. A small lake developed because of the debris that washed up against the gate.


Here are two pictures to show the culvert empty.



This is video of Hubby opening the gate and releasing the flood into the almost full drainage culvert that runs behind our house.



To the left of the driveway there, is that brand new sewer they spent FOREVER putting in. When they redid the road they made it at a slight tilt so everything would run in the direction of the sewer. I guess for a normal amount of rainthat is a good thing. But in this case it was horrible. Hubby took thesemore than an hour after I left for work. It was worse when I left. The water was up over the curb and onto the sidewalk, and much further up the bottom of our driveway. The car was parked in the street at the curb and I had to get in on the passenger side and climb across. I would have been soaked past my ankles if I had tried to go around to the driver side.








And let's not forget the marvelous effect it has on traffic. The 13 miles to work to over an hour.




But on the bright side, the foundation has shifted and I can temporarily get the front door to shut with just one hand.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

I would really like....

....to find the person who invented this whole "tough love" concept and just smack them up side the head.

Really hard.

And poke them in the eye.

I don't care how right they are about it either.

Nobody Tells Me Anything

I know for a FACT that they don't require an appointment for immunizations.

I called when Surly Teenager needed to get some something or other for school. They said, no appointment necessary, just be sure to come in the afternoon. And she did. No problems.

So I go to the doctor's office at 1 pm (that's "in the afternoon") and tell them I need to get some immunizations. The lady at the reception desk says, Oh, we only do those from 2-4:30.

FINE.

I go back to the doctor's office at 2:15. I tell the lady at the reception desk that I need to get some immunizations. She looks at me for minute than asks if I have an appointment.

I say no, I thought for immunizations that you didn't need an appointment.

She asks, well have I talked to the nurse about it?

I need to talk to the nurse? Why do I need to talk to the nurse? They are immunizations for school, I'm going to school in the spring and I need some immunizations. No one ever said I needed to talk to the nurse first.

The reception lady looks up my chart, pulls it, and goes to talk to the nurse.

After about 10 minutes of standing there, trying not to get all bent out of shape, she comes back.

She says I need an appointment so I can talk to the nurse. Then she starts looking up appointments for me.

So I have not only wasted several hours off of work this afternoon, I now also have to waste several MORE hours off of work tomorrow.

Apparently you have to consult with the nurse when you make the decision to return to school.

Who knew.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Does Not Instill Confidence

I keep forgetting to tell this story....

I was in the hospital and it was the day after my surgery. A nurse comes in and says she needs to check my incisions.

I lay the bed back almost flat, and lift my gown to expose my tummy.

She starts looking around, kind of poking here and there, and counting. Then she starts pressing here and there, feeling around. She gets to one spot on my lower right side and gets a "look" on her face and keeps pressing in the same spot.

"Hmmm", she says with a frowny, concerned look on her face.

"What?" I ask.

"Hmmm. You seem to have a hard knot there. That's not good." More pressing around in the same general area.

"What?! Where?" I ask raising my head and trying to look and see where she was pressing.

"Right here." Press. Press.

I reached out my hand to feel where she was pressing. She put my hand in the spot and pressed down on the back of my hand so that I could feel what she was.

I looked up at her. "Here? Right here?"

She nods.

I just look at her a minute and blink. "Ummm, that's my hip bone."

She says, "No it's not. Because then there would be one on the other side too." She moves her hand over to the left.

"Oh."