Oh Baby?
Two North Carolina surgeons were issued official “letters of concern” in January for a 2008 incident in which they performed a C-section on a woman who was not pregnant. (They relied on an intern’s confused diagnosis and followed an ultrasound with no heartbeat and several obviously failed attempts to induce labor.) [WTVD-TV (Raleigh-Durham), 4-1-10]
Can someone please tell me what’s wrong with this picture? Really? Really? No one had a clue that this woman wasn’t pregnant? Lets take a peek inside what must have gone on in that ER.
Doctor: “What’s the complaint, Richards?”
RN: “She was complaining of stomach pain before she blacked out. By the way, you were wonderful in the closet earlier,Doctor”
Doctor: “Yes, I was, I have a spectacular penis”
2nd RN: “Ummm…She’s alfully fat, maybe she’s pregnant.”
Doctor: “There’s no heartbeat on this ultrasound, damn it Richards, we need to save this baby! someone complement my ass while I run to the phone!” *runs*
2nd RN: “He does have a rather nice ass, doesn’t he?” *turns to first RN, leans on the patient* ”So what are your plans tonight.”
Doctor, rushing back: “No time for that, we need to save this baby before my 5 o’clock tee time”
I could go on, but it’s getting out of hand already don’t you think? The point is, I’ve been in enough E.R.’s to know that this could happen anywhere. I personally have been handed someone else’s prescription multiple times, had a doctor attempt to examine my foot when the problem was in my stomach (thank heaven I didn’t have these doctors). The hospital systems may be overworked, but there is no excuse for a unnessisary surgery such as this one. For fuck’s sake didn’t anyone think to do an internal on this woman? Five lousy minutes could have saved everyone, especially the woman involved a whole lot of time, pain and aggravation.
Sharing a lil bit…
I’m reading about Garcia and Koelling in my psych text today. Don’t know who they are, lemme fill you in. Garcia and Koelling did experiments on lab rats with radiation. They irradiated plastic water bottles which the rats, being rats, drank out of and got radiation poisoning. One day they noticed something new…”HOLY SHIT, KOELLING THE RATS AREN’T DRINKING FROM THOSE BOTTLES ANYMORE”. Despite further efforts to get the rats to drink from the irradiated plastic bottles, the rats refused. This goes down in history as proving two things. One, that rats are smarter than we give them credit for, and two Garcia and Koelling are assholes. Your history and psych lesson has been brought to you by the number 1, and the letter “Asshole”.
Seriously though, my psych test is full of this stuff, testing on rats, testing on pigeons. Here’s a clue, if you don’t want to do it yourself, an animal doesn’t want to do it either! Sure, they might go for the whole, push the button, get a piece of food, thing but stick a bottle of toxins in their face and their only going to do it once…a dog probably wouldn’t do it at all, they’re smart like that. Ok, so my dog isn’t smart, but still, fool him once shame on you, fool him twice, he’ll bite your ass!
Really, getting back to the subject at hand, I hate the use of animals in labs. Why can’t researchers use the Bush family instead? I’d love to see G.W. lapping up some toxic water. Was that politically incorrect? I can never tell anymore. I was gonna use a reference to illegal immigrants…wait I think I will. We could irradiate the river that they swim across to get here, and study those effects.
Now I’ve gone too far, I apologize. Am I sincere? Probably not, but I had to put it out there
So Monday was pay the bills day in our house. We get in the car, I pay some of the bills, (yada yada yada, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit) and somewhere in there we decided to get something to eat, . Anyway, my first clue that something was wrong was when Mom staggered accross the parking lot. My second clue came later in the day, after we got home. Mom sorta disapeared, so I went back to her bedroom to find her practially strangling her self with the line from her oxygen machine. “What’s wrong?” I asked, to which she replied “I feel weak, I thought I’d use my oxygen a little bit.” After I untangled the line, which I assure you was a task, somehow she had it around her neck, under her arm, and around the other arm, I convinced her to go to the hospital. Long story short, her BP was way low, she was dehydrated, and she has a severe kidney infection, and she’s still in the hospital, but getting better.
Me on the other hand, I’m a mess. Yesterday I attempted to clean the house and do the laundry. I say attempted because the phone seemed to be ringing constantly. One particular load of laundry I started to fold, the phone rang, I went back to finish folding it, the phone rang, again I went back to finish folding it, and there was a knock on my door. I open it and there stands the biggest fucking bitch I have ever met. Seriously, she was Mom’s sister in law for a while, I’ve known her since childhood, and told her I can’t stand her, but she insists on acting like we adore each other. So I’m faced with dilema, slam the door in her face, or invite her in because Mom likes her. Being that Mom is in the hospital, I invited her in, answered 20 thousand questions. (Did I mention she has to know the last time one of us used the bathroom? Nosey bitch!) She finally left, promising to visit Mom in the hospital. I walked back the hall to finish folding the clothes, and you guessed it, the damn phone rang again. TWO FUCKING HOURS after I started, the laundry was finally folded. I collapsed on the couch, only for Travis to walk in and ask what was wrong. OHHHH What a day!!
Assholes and other things that are pissing me off today
Ok, three weeks ago, my son’s sorry excuse for a father stood in his driveway with his arm around Travis’s shoulder and swore he would call in three weeks when “all this legal stuff was straightened out” since then not only has he not called to check on his son’s knee, which I was nice enough to tell him about, he’s not called period. Why do I always have to be the asshole here, and tell my son his Dad just doesn’t seem to care? The worthless sperm donating asshole is doing the same thing to Travis that he did to Cassie. Ignoring his existance, plain and simple. I refuse to kiss his ass to make him pay attention to him, and Travis has developed a real attitude about Mark that he refuses to talk about with his counselor, me or his Gram.
Lastly, how about the fact that my Mother continually parents Travis. And heaven forbid if i contradict her. It’s constantly no Travis, you can’t go fishing, you can’t ride bike, you can’t go to your friends. Or like today, he wanted to go watch Riley play baseball with Bobby and Cass, and he couldn’t because he had to clean out the refridgerator. My back is against a wall with her, and any day now I’m going to go off, any day now. Now she just bitched because Travis cleaned out the fridge without her. WTF?
Lets jump to how much I hate Thorazine. My sense of humor is completely fucking gone, I have issues with the sun, I’m constantly constipated, and my writing has gone to shit. I haven’ written a single poem, or short story since November, and it is seriously frustrating me. I’m a creative person, and I feel like all my creativity and emotions have been pushed aside just so I can be “politically correct”. I’d almost rather hear the voices than feel the way I do. Almost…that was some scary shit.
Ok i’m done bitching, I swear.
