AN EASIER WAY!

In the fall of the year there is the task of raking the leaves up and disposing them in a landfill. This job I wrote about in earlier writings and thought we had a slick way of doing it with our equipment, but one fall I noticed our neighbor starting after we started and ending before we got ours done and bagged to take to the dump. He was completely finished and no bags to dump. Yes, they had a tractor that pulverized the leaves and they remained to fertilize the lawn. Since our "slick" way was getting harder and harder each year as we were getting older, I thought this truly was a much easier way. Over winter, the thought eluded my memory. I had been in the hospital a lot and my husband was helping me with the housework this particular day. He was shaking out a rug and noticed that our neighbor was putting a sale sign on his tractor. He told me that he thought they were selling their tractor. Our neighbor had just walked in the house and his phone was ringing. Yes, it was for sale and I told him that we were quite interested. We went over to discuss the price and bought it within a half hour. Our neighbor said it was the quickest he had ever sold anything. Now to top it all off, we had transferred the exact amount of money into our checking account to cover the tractor a few days earlier. Just one more sign that it was a right decision for us at this time in our life. Thought--Since we didn't know how many years we would be able to do our own yard work, we didn't think buying a new tractor would be wise, but getting a fairly new used tractor was just perfect. God knows our needs and supplies those needs before we ask. PTL!

UNFORGETABLE ER EXPERIENCE!

Last posting I wrote about Macrobid medicine and how I felt that it is a "WICKED" drug and should be off the market. This particular ER visit was right after the Urolgist nurse informed me that I was highly allergic to Macrobid medicine. I had all the side effects of Macrobid medication and had gone to the hospital ER that my Urologist worked from. He did not make hospital calls at the previous hospital that I spoke about in my previous writings. Bad decision on my part. The personel was fine at the new hospital but as things proceeded, I found out that this hospital had a different set of rules/codes. Since I had not had any problems from my other ER experiences, I was appalled at what happened this night. After they determined that I was dehydrated and could not drink/swallow or take my pills, they told me that I was going to be admitted. They had only given me a 1/2 bag of liquid in the ER even though I could not keep any liquids down for 3 days. I questioned this, and they said it was doctors orders. My family (husband and daughter) decided to go on home knowing that I was being admitted. No sooner than they had left two doctors from the hospital came into my room. Their purpose was to persuade me togo home and not be admitted afterall. Mind you that I could not swallow no more than a tablespoonful of water (if that). One doctor squatted down and told me that I could NOT AFFORD to be admitted. He said it was way TOO EXPENSIVE and that I did not want to be admitted. I listened and did not say anything since I had no problem prior to my visits at the other hospital and knowing I had Medicare and supplemental insurance to cover what Medicare didn't pay. Then the other doctor started in and told me that I did not want to be admitted because there were sick people in there and GERMS ALL OVER THE HOSPITAL. Again, I just listened. You do have to be rather stupid not to know that SICK people are in the hospital and possibly MAY have a few germs. Isn't that where sick people go? Since I didn't respond to any of their attempts to presuade me to go home, they asked me if I had anybody to come pick me up? This is when I responded and told them that I was not about to call my aged husband back up to pick me up after they just informed me that I was being admitted. I told them that he didn't drive well at night and he would also be ANGRY since the last he knew I was being admitted. Just as I was explaining this to them, the door opened and a couple nurses entered with a wheel chair to take me up to my room. Which by the way, my Urologist said that I could either be admitted or go to ER. We opted ER since we would have immediate attention to my problem. The nurse saw these two doctors and I could tell she was a bit frustrated. One of the doctors said, "OH! I SEE YOU ARE BEING ADMITTED!! The nurse than said, "This patient can't keep water down on her stomach and take her medication and SHE IS BEING ADMITTED." When I got to my room they hooked me up to IV and settled me in. The next day I found out that I had not been admitted afterall. STRANGE! Here I was in a bed and everybody told me I was admitted and then they told me I wasn't. What kind of system is this hospital running? My questions to all of this is---Where did these doctors get their training? Was it the same school that Dr. Kervorkian went to? Did they not take an oath to preserve life? Is this kind of treatment what we can expect in the years to come under the new Obama care? Thought--In my mind, had I gone home without drink and fluids, I would have died. Maybe they were thinking that I had lived long enough and they determined this was the end. This certainly was not the feeling I got from the other hospital in the same city. I felt they CARED. MAKE SURE THE HOSPITAL YOU SELECT HAS THE PATIENT'S INTEREST AT HEART AND NOT THEIR POCKETBOOK!