Silly thing

I get all tick­led every time my girl posts some­thing about a link I send to her. It’s like scor­ing Mom­my points.

Quote of the day, happy half hour

We wor­ry about what a child will be tomor­row, yet we for­get that he is some­one today.” — Sta­cia Tausch­er, quot­ed in The Change Your Life Chal­lenge by Brooke Noel.

One of Noel’s sug­ges­tions is to have a reg­u­lar “hap­py half hour” with your fam­i­ly. Set up fresh fruit or oth­er health snacks, pour cups of juice or some sort of drinks they like, and set apart that time for every­one, kids and adults, to con­nect in a pos­i­tive way. No “must do” talk, no down­ers, no com­plain­ing — just good stuff. Encour­age each oth­er, express your grat­i­tude for each oth­er and the good things in your lives, share your joys, and catch up with each oth­er.

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Dragon Con, weekend planning, and back to school

I won’t be going to Drag­on Con unless a tick­et (or pass — hey, I’m will­ing to do pan­els, ya know) falls out of the air. Sam will be run­ning games and the girl will be work­ing the con, so they both got pass­es. 🙂

I’d hap­pi­ly meet out-of-town­ers for lunch or some­thing, though. Jean­nie, you still com­ing?

I expect lots of fun pho­tos (with you in them, not just of the crowds!) and sto­ries from y’all next week to make up for not going, of course.

I’m try­ing to plan some self-care so I don’t get too lone­ly and grumpy over the week­end. I’m fig­ur­ing in stitch­ing time, def­i­nite­ly, but could use some sug­ges­tions as to movies to watch while stitch­ing. I nev­er go to the cin­e­ma, so you can safe­ly assume that if it’s been out in the last two years, I haven’t seen it (except Seren­i­ty, of course!).

Oth­er sug­ges­tions for the week­end?

My cur­rent “fun” read­ing is Wid­der­shins by de Lint, but I’m not real­ly get­ting into it for some rea­son. I need to see if the library has some­thing fluffy like the “Undead and ____” nov­els. Yeah, they’re eas­i­ly bought, but I read them like lit­er­ary M&Ms, so the high cost of paper­backs just doesn’t seem jus­ti­fied. Dekalb’s library doesn’t suck, but I miss Gwinnett’s far bet­ter selec­tion of genre fic­tion, as well as liv­ing close to a branch of the PINES sys­tem as we did in Cobb.

I did some­thing for me today, though: I put things in motion to return to school. If all goes as the school thinks it will, I could actu­al­ly be doing some online class­es next week! That is, if they give me the finan­cial aid pack­age I want. If not, I’ll wait ‘til Jan­u­ary. But I’d real­ly like to go back now, as I’m feel­ing extreme­ly emp­ty-nest­ed with Katie gone back to school. I don’t want to do just online class­es, because I real­ly miss the dis­cus­sions of a “real” class and I think it would be good to have some­thing reg­u­lar for which I have to leave the house.

On the oth­er hand, online class­es take lots less ener­gy, which leaves more for the actu­al aca­d­e­m­ic pur­suit and the rest of my life.

Hap­pi­ly, Katie prefers doing her home­work next to me rather than hol­ing up in her room as I did at that age, so I get a fair amount of time with her when she’s home. That real­ly does push the need for a lap­top, though, as she can’t be online (or just typ­ing) and be in the liv­ing room with me and Sam. When she had one she made real­ly good use of it.

I real­ly like the fact that she’s attend­ing a school with a good loca­tion and com­mu­ni­ty ties. We couldn’t real­ly ask for bet­ter than where she is in that respect. I’m look­ing for­ward to mov­ing clos­er to the school, though.

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Monday: sick kid, annoying doctors

Katie is under the weath­er, and after I real­ized she’d been exposed to strep throat last week I took her in to the doc­tor today.

See­ing the doc­tor took far less time than find­ing a doc­tor to see. Her “pri­ma­ry care provider” as des­ig­nat­ed on her insur­ance card wasn’t in her office. No prob­lem, I didn’t mind see­ing any of the oth­er four doc­tors in the prac­tice or even a nurse prac­ti­tion­er. We just need­ed a strep test, right?

Not so fast. They didn’t both­er to tell us this when I ini­tial­ly “inter­viewed” them, but Katie’s doc was the only one in the “fam­i­ly med­i­cine” prac­tice who sees any­body under 18 years of age.


I think their def­i­n­i­tion of fam­i­ly is off, to say the least.

They told us to go to the emer­gency room. I don’t think so! We’d still be there wait­ing, and we’d be con­tribut­ing to the over­crowd­ing that caus­es treat­ment delays for those who real­ly have emer­gen­cies.

I didn’t want to deal with that prac­tice any more, so I called the insur­ance folks to change providers. They’d be hap­py to do that, and the change would be effec­tive Octo­ber 1. Oh, we need­ed to see some­one today? Well, if Katie’s doc­tor was closed and nobody was see­ing her patients, we could go to the ER.

I’m begin­ning to under­stand why it took hours to be triaged when I went to the hos­pi­tal (and was even­tu­al­ly admit­ted) back in June.

I final­ly argued some­one into acknowl­edg­ing that she could make a change effec­tive imme­di­ate­ly, after which I called around to find a doc­tor who was
1) on the plan
2) accept­ing new patients
3) the real kick­er — will­ing to see Katie today.

She was miss­ing school already, and I want­ed to avoid hav­ing her miss anoth­er day if pos­si­ble. And hon­est­ly, by then it was A Thing. My child would see a doc­tor today!

I found one, called the insur­ance peo­ple back—and had to edu­cate the next rep­re­sen­ta­tive as to the fact that he could indeed make a pre­ferred provider change effec­tive today.

Final­ly, we went to see the doc­tor. I admit to ask­ing far few­er ques­tions than usu­al, but I was stil­ll floored when we walked in to the exam­in­ing room and I saw a home­path­ic ref­er­ence book sit­ting next to the doctor’s chair. (Yes, her chair. She sits in a rock­ing chair most of the time.)

Had I been seek­ing an alter­na­tive care provider, I prob­a­bly wouldn’t have been able to find one. That wasn’t what I want­ed, though. I thought I was tak­ing my kid to a good, old-fash­ioned allo­path­ic prac­ti­tion­er and was giv­en no indi­ca­tion that she was any­thing else. (Don’t even start with me about how much old­er-fash­ioned herbal reme­dies are, much less home­opa­thy.)

Her ver­sion of tak­ing care of things was to give us a mess of arti­cles and emails print­ed out from Dr. Weil’s web site, some of them recipes for herbal reme­dies that we could choose from and “just try any of them.” My judg­ment from read­ing them: expen­sive exper­i­ments that the girl might or might not agree to even taste.

She did, at my insis­tence, do a strep test. The fast test was neg­a­tive. We should know some­thing about the nor­mal test in a day or two.

So now we’re look­ing for a doc­tor, again. This time I’ll be ask­ing, specif­i­cal­ly, if the prac­tice is “holis­tic” or not, as that seems to be a code word for “uses home­opa­thy.”

The girl has been soothed with Tra­di­tion­al Med­i­c­i­nals Throat Coat tea (which con­tains some of the same things rec­om­mend­ed by Dr. Weil), frozen fruit bars, Nyquil and lots of cud­dles.

I have noth­ing against herbal reme­dies, but I know how to read web sites, too. Very well, in fact. We don’t have to go to a doc­tor for that. We can even print out arti­cles right here at home! And, obvi­ous­ly, I don’t have any truck with home­opa­thy at all, and I will not trust the health of my child to a physi­cian who prac­tices that non­sense.

I sup­pose I’ll be on the phone a lot again on Tues­day!

On the pos­i­tive side, my girl has health insur­ance, so we weren’t wor­ry­ing about how to pay to get her to a doc­tor, as many peo­ple would be. I didn’t have to take her to the ER. She did get to see a doc­tor. She prob­a­bly doesn’t have strep throat, so we didn’t have to get on the “will she be aller­gic to this one” mer­ry­ground of antibi­otics.

The day did end on a more pos­i­tive note. Katie is sleep­ing bet­ter due to the Nyquil, and seemed much more cheer­ful after the tea and pops helped her throat a bit.

Sam picked up a new-to-us reclin­er via a gift­ing group. (I’ve want­ed anoth­er reclin­er since mine died a year or two back.) We had yum­my left­overs from his cook­ing yes­ter­day for din­ner (faji­tas) and he and I did a big gro­cery run togeth­er. I’m sit­ting here enveloped by the smell of the flow­ers he snuck in amongst the comestibles now. If I could put my hands on the digi­cam I’d post a pho­to, but I may have to be patient ‘til tomor­row for that part.

A good part­ner makes a huge dif­fer­ence after a try­ing day!

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