http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/06/ny...abled.html?hpw
Second NY Times expose on how disabled people are treated by the government of New York. It's horrifying.
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/06/ny...abled.html?hpw
Second NY Times expose on how disabled people are treated by the government of New York. It's horrifying.
Hope is the denial of reality
Hideous and grotesque.
Tip of the iceberg, though. This doesn't just happen in New York, or with disabled adults. It happens every day, in every state, in every Nursing Home or Group Home or Juvenile Center. These dependent people are treated like criminal prisoners, only they don't have highly trained or educated people taking care of them. Makes jail and prison sound like a somewhat better alternative, doesn't it?The most serious involved a blue wooden stick stashed in a cabinet drawer in a common room. One supervisor, Ms. Maioriello wrote, called the stick the “magic wand,” and it was used to repeatedly beat a resident whom Ms. Maioriello described as nonverbal and weighing less than 90 pounds.
The US should be ashamed of this. But we're not, because making it better means spending tax payer money. Or having a top notch universal system of care, for everyone. But the mood lately is that tax dollars are theft (at gun point) and everyone should pay their own way. Seek charity and hope for the best, or something like that.
It's not just horrifying, it's disgusting and shameful.![]()
I've lost weight and I'm back down to 135. It's not too clear how I'm even losing weight, but this is getting tiresome. I just want to get to 150. But truthfully, I'd be happier if I was closer to 160.
Some cable movie with Harrison Ford making out with Nicole Kidman. The whole thing is just ... wrong. What a horrible on-screen match. A pox on the casting director. ICK
He will be ok in the long run! He knows you love him, he is old enough to make his choices, even if you don't like those choices, you will stand behind him all the way. It's called a support system, and he has a strong one!
Not really vanity at all. It's hard to describe it. It does have to do with self-esteem in that I refuse to submit the innocent passersby to the horrifying sight of my fat, disgusting body! So, I wear huge t-shirts and baggy sweats, even when it's 95 degrees out!I don't believe your vanity trumps your will to live. Quite possibly, your friends are telling you that color in your cheeks and some meat on your bones looks "healthier", and better than being bone-thin and wearing skin tight jeans. We all know body image is related to ego and self-esteem, but do you really want to die young and leave a pretty corpse, or be around to see your child and grandchildren grow up and give hugs to grammy....or have hugs from grammy? The kind of sweet memory they'll carry all their lives.
Aside from that...I DO NOT FEEL HEALTHY when I am this fat. My body doesn't function as well as it does when I am 25 to 30 pounds lighter. I have no energy, get winded easily, and am having all kinds of problems with my joints because of the extra weight!
Having read up on all this crap they are feeding me, I think something is really wrong. I seem to have a lot of the side effects of too much potassium and magnesium in my system! The enzymes make me sick. Something is making me retain fluids, but not sure what. Doc doesn't want to hear anything about this kind of stuff. He just wants me to keep on with what I needed immediately post hospitalization. My system is changing, and my meds aren't changing in response.
Of course, there is always the pleasant "You will need to take insulin daily for the rest of your life" shit! I haven't needed any for over 4 weeks now. It sits in my fridge, taking up space and being unused! Yes, I check my blood 5 to 7 times daily! Frankly, I never needed any before I was hospitalized, and they started giving it to me without ever checking my blood. They just assumed I needed it I guess. I have another friend that they did this to at the same hospital! Makes me wonder how much of their funding comes from insulin companies!
Normally-shaped women have a bust and hip measurement that is larger than their waist measurement. I am just the opposite! I don't like especially skinny women's forms either, but I do like looking like I care about myself, instead of looking like I don't give a damn about my shape!
OMFG!! There is a gnat in my drink! Urgh, I wonder how much he drank before he drowned!![]()
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
Then you need a new doctor. Did you ever find an Endocrinologist?
They were most likely checking your blood sugar, and you didn't know it because you were very ill. It would be very hard to believe doctors and nurses would just give you insulin for no reason, without checking your blood. You do realize that, right?Frankly, I never needed any [insulin] before I was hospitalized, and they started giving it to me without ever checking my blood. They just assumed I needed it I guess. I have another friend that they did this to at the same hospital! Makes me wonder how much of their funding comes from insulin companies!![]()
He happens to be the better of the two doctors here. And the nurse practioner, well I wouldn't send my worst enemy to see her. The other doctor told me the only thing wrong with me was, "Sometimes gas mimics other abdominal pain. I think you just need to fart!" Add to that, if I want another doctor, I have to 1. drive 60 miles and 2. have actual cash in hand. At least here I can get away with a minimal payment of $5 per visit until something is worked out about my qualifying for medicaid!
Endocrinologist, hmmm! Not sure if there is one in Casper (110 miles) or not. If not, then the closest might be Cheyenne (185 miles) but probably not there because of the close proximity to Denver. Wow, a scheduled trip to Denver (250 miles) for a 5 minute appointment! How fun is that? Please consider I hate driving in Denver. The only thing I hate worse than driving in Denver is being a passenger in Denver! Oh yeah, remember the money problem? Until I qualify for medicaid, or can figure out some way to pay for insurance, I can't see any kind of specialist!
I was NOT completely out of it all the time. They didn't start checking my blood sugar levels until the last week or 10 days I was there. By then, my pancreas had come to depend on the substitute insulin so didn't want to make any on it's own. By the end of the first 6 weeks I was home, I was only taking insulin about 3 days a week. That steadily dropped until where it is now. If I need it, I take it. That's the way the doc in Casper had my orders written. She called it "emergency" insulin, sort of like an emergency inhaler for asthma...use when needed only. I also asked Mommymunchkin and The Kid about them testing my blood, and neither of them remember it being done until that last week or 10 days.They were most likely checking your blood sugar, and you didn't know it because you were very ill. It would be very hard to believe doctors and nurses would just give you insulin for no reason, without checking your blood. You do realize that, right?
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
You can also use the internet to learn about normal physiology, and how your pancreatitis affects that.
You're smart enough to read and learn from the internet. How many months ago did I suggest you bone up on the Endocrine system? Have you done that yet? If not, why not?Endocrinologist, hmmm! Not sure if there is one in Casper (110 miles) or not. If not, then the closest might be Cheyenne (185 miles) but probably not there because of the close proximity to Denver. Wow, a scheduled trip to Denver (250 miles) for a 5 minute appointment! How fun is that? Please consider I hate driving in Denver. The only thing I hate worse than driving in Denver is being a passenger in Denver! Oh yeah, remember the money problem? Until I qualify for medicaid, or can figure out some way to pay for insurance, I can't see any kind of specialist!
Of course your mom and kid don't remember what the medical staff did during your crisis.I was NOT completely out of it all the time. They didn't start checking my blood sugar levels until the last week or 10 days I was there. By then, my pancreas had come to depend on the substitute insulin so didn't want to make any on it's own. By the end of the first 6 weeks I was home, I was only taking insulin about 3 days a week. That steadily dropped until where it is now. If I need it, I take it. That's the way the doc in Casper had my orders written. She called it "emergency" insulin, sort of like an emergency inhaler for asthma...use when needed only. I also asked Mommymunchkin and The Kid about them testing my blood, and neither of them remember it being done until that last week or 10 days.What matters now is that you know how/when to test your BS, and when to inject insulin.
I do use the internet to try to keep on top of what is happening with my body. Unfortunately for me, when I find something that is relevant, I get told that doesn't pertain to me, or is for a different pancreatic problem or whatever. See, the doctor is doing what you guys here have done...assume I am saying something about my weight or my hair loss because of vanity. He doesn't seem to take the problems that are bothering me the most very seriously. He seems to think my complaints are not serious medical problems or are caused by some sort of medical problem!
Yes, I have read up on the endocrine system. I also know that doesn't seem to apply to my more serious problems.You're smart enough to read and learn from the internet. How many months ago did I suggest you bone up on the Endocrine system? Have you done that yet? If not, why not?
Trust me, my son can tell you everything that was done to me that he witnessed. He spent a full day with me in ICU, holding my hands so I wouldn't pull out the breathing tube again! He would have noticed if they had pricked my finger! i do know when to test my BS, and I also know when and how much insulin to inject, on the rare occasions I need it! My BS seems to have stabilized from when I first came home. Then it swung wildly from way low to way high. Now it tends to hang out in the middle, right where it should be!Of course your mom and kid don't remember what the medical staff did during your crisis.What matters now is that you know how/when to test your BS, and when to inject insulin.
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
Is your son an RN or phlebotomist? Chances are you had an arterial line to monitor your BP and HR. It would also be used to draw blood for testing without a "prick" of any kind. It might look like an IV, but they're very different lines.
People in charge of my curriculumI have some issues with it, together with a friend, and we proposed a solution to them. They turned it down, which is fair enough, but they could have answered within a week (like they promised) instead of waiting six weeks, which brings us a lot closer to the exam period and harder to fix something before then.
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
The Gears of War 3 trailer from E3.
It uses Black Sabbath's War Pigs as the score, and the appropriate parts of the internet almost exploded about good it was and with people asking how to find it, without knowing its an antiwar heavy metal song from 1970.
Are gamers really that isolated?
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
It looks like the water hose on my washer must be loose again. Water all over the garage floor.
And Miss Fussypants isn't going to let me clean it up, so it will have to wait for Hubby.
Why am I staying at home again? Nothing gets done around here anyway until after 9pm. Grrr.....
It is irksome that there are a large amount of people in my life who feel that making $X,000* working a job I do not enjoy, which reduces the prospects of ever working a job I would, is more desirable than working a job, or having the potential to find a job, making $Y,000* that I would enjoy.
* Where X > Y.
Also their short term views versus long term ones are horrendous. They feel if offered promotion X, which would earn me $2,600 more per year than my current position, but would hamstring my ability to find employment elsewhere that would pay more, and be relevant to that which I want to do, that I should take it, regardless of the fact that $2,600 would not improve my living conditions. I would still be living at home, with my parents, unable to move out.
Why has money been attributed magical mind altering properties?![]()
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"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
Er....when has a promotion ever ruined chances for employment in a different field? Or is there some weird clause in that position keeping you from doing so in the future?
Not saying that you should take a position you don't want....
The Thing just called me to tell me some really bad news.His Mom was just diagnosed with the early stages of Alzheimer's Disease!
I like this woman and feel really bad for her! Not only that, losing G'Ma D. while she is still sitting there, is going to be so hard on Bug and Bear. To say nothing of how bad the rest of the family is feeling right now! I guess it got left to The Thing to call his brothers and his daughter. She just can't talk about it yet!
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I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
Just walked from my room to office supplies. Using the fire escape, which I usually don't use if I go there. Noticed that pretty much the entire floor below is empty, besides 2 rooms used to house temps.
Congratulations America
I have to go to a memorial for a very good friend today. This guy called me every day when I was in the hospital, even tho he had cancer.
RIP Bret!
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
The "Big Man," saxophonist Clarence Clemons, has died in Palm Beach, Florida, from complications of a stroke he suffered last Sunday. The beloved 69-year-old musician was born in Norfolk, Virgina, in 1942 and met his most famous collaborator, Bruce Springsteen, at an Asbury Park, New Jersey bar during a lightning storm in 1971. He became a member of the group later known as the E Street Band the following year when the Boss began recording his debut album. For nearly four decades, Clemons provided the soulful blasts that helped define Springsteen's signature sound. Before he joined the E Street Band, Clemons was a gospel fan and gifted athlete whose chance at a professional football career was ended by a car accident. Outside of the band, he duetted with Jackson Browne on 1985's "You're a Friend of Mine" and played sax on Aretha Franklin's "Freeway of Love." The gregarious rocker dabbled in acting, too, guesting on Diff'rent Strokes and in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, as well as taking on more serious roles in The Wire.
But he was best known as one of Springsteen's most trusted sidemen, a literally towering presence onstage and off who played alongside Bruce everywhere from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's 25th anniversary concert to the Super Bowl halftime show. His solos gave tracks like "Born to Run" and "Jungleland" a uniquely bluesy groove.
Earlier this week, Bruce asked fans to "share in a hopeful spirit that can ultimately inspire Clarence to greater heights." Tonight he issued a statement on his friend's death that reads, "Clarence lived a wonderful life. He carried within him a love of people that made them love him. He created a wondrous and extended family. He loved the saxophone, loved our fans and gave everything he had every night he stepped on stage. His loss is immeasurable and we are honored and thankful to have known him and had the opportunity to stand beside him for nearly 40 years. He was my great friend, my partner, and with Clarence at my side, my band and I were able to tell a story far deeper than those simply contained in our music. His life, his memory, and his love will live on in that story and in our band."
Lady Gaga, who asked Clemons to play on her latest album, Born This Way, released a video this week that will likely be considered the Big Man's last piece of work. In the pared-down clip for "The Edge of Glory," Clarence simply sits on a tenement stoop and blows his horn the best way he knew how -- with stylish, glorious soul.
http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/amp...ns-dead-at-69/
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
Sounds like a pretty great life well lived. Nofor that.
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
I was just watching recorded teevee, and my program was interrupted in the last 15 minutes to tell me that Osama Bin Laden was dead.
Now I have to find it online somewhere so I can watch the last 15 minutes.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Both my kids got "poison". Different times and places. Older son did a pretty good job of self-treating, but eventually had to get oral prednisone after one side of his face swelled up like a chipmunk, with pustules near his eye. Younger son's arm swelled up like Pop Eye with oozing pustules and needed antibiotics plus topical prednisone. Both pretty miserable and looked like lepers.
The scheduling nurse said it's been "an extreme year for poison" but not sure why. She also shared that recently she had it INSIDE her mouth and how miserable that was.
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I wanted to start a thread about American Super Sizing, or Too Big To Fail and Too Big To Sue. On the heels of SCOTUS denying the class action suit against Walmart for gender discrimination. Too Big, too many complainants, too many women complaining.
But my record of thread starting hasn't gone too well lately.![]()
I'm having a hard time believing that what I just bought on the train is actual coffee.. At least it's strong, I suppose. I'm also wondering why the international train is always somewhat delayed - five minutes isn't much but my connection in antwerp is very tight.