-Person number 1 that annoyed me: Ace's neurologist's nurse, Kevin.
Kevin called to tell me that he'd gotten the pictures from the MRI and that Ace's neuro had looked them over. The neuro said that the pictures were basically consistent with his original diagnosis. I was cool with that, then Kevin said "static encephalopathy." I asked the guy to elaborate. He said that the doctor would discuss it further with me at our next appointment (in October). Okay, that's fine, but "is static encephalopathy a different diagnosis than cerebral palsy? Dr. V didn't mention that to me." I was having a hard time pronouncing "encephalopathy" since, well, I'm not a NURSE, and that apparently gave this goober license to say to me "I'll simplify it for you." Uh huh. Me 'n m'seven young'ns is just a-waitin' here fer ya to simple-fy thangs fer us so we kin go on back t'watchin' Maury Povich. Bubba George! Go git yer Mama some more Natty Lite'n a new pack of Kools.
Annoyance at blatant condescension aside... "Pathy" means disease, "encepha" means brain, "static" means stayin' right where it is. Basically, there's permanent brain damage that won't get better or worse, which has manifested in the cerebral palsy. That was made clear in the MRI. I don't know what exactly that means for Ace's future, because Kevin was just too important to discuss things further with me.
-Person #2 that annoyed me: A red-headed, pigtailed little girl by the name of Wendy.
I don't like seared chicken breast. I like my chicken well done. Uuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhh. *gag* Yeah, yeah, I get that people make mistakes. If they'd left the lettuce off my sandwich, that'd have been a mistake. If they'd forgotten to give me a straw, that'd have been a mistake. Leaving the cooked off my chicken breast, THAT'S GROSS.
-Person #3 that annoyed me: My own paranoia, with a dash of a spelling-impaired dude.
I dropped a bunch of stuff off at a rescue mission thrift store last week. The guy who took my information for my receipt butchered the spelling of my street name. Let's say I live on Maple Street (and yes, the name of my street is that simple), the guy spelled it "Maypull." Today, I get a picture of a kid with a cleft palate and a plea for money addressed to Stacy (sic) Spiehler, 123 Maypull Street. Now, coincidence, or no? I called the rescue mission to ask if this was one of the ways they made their money, and the lady laughed at me a tad and said they don't even have a computer system, and that I have one copy of the receipt, she has the other. I still think it's a little too coincidental.
He had also misspelled my name, although I spelled it out for him. S-t-a-c-e-y turned into S-t-a-c-u-y. Hm.
It's only 2:30. I gotta go back to Wendy's later and at least get my money back; hopefully I don't have to expand this list today.
4 months ago
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That's UNCLE Daddy. Sheesh.
After all, I AM a Southerner by Birth, Nurse by Grace of Gawd.
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Ha ha ha! I hate to be laughing in the face of your misery, but I swear girl, you have GOT to write a book some day! I'd totally buy it! It is, after all, I better written, more entertaining account of my own feelings in this life! "Next time", really talk to the guy in a redneck accent--I'm all for sarcasm to get my point across--It works every time without the effort of yelling and flailing :o) I looked up static encephalopathy and it was about as vague a description as the nurse gave you. How irritating that you have to wait until October!
Cow could "simplify" a few things for that guy too.
Here's my green leafy hoof in your face, is that simple enough?
(Cow is much too peaceable to really do this though).
Hang in there Stacey!
You should listen to Topiary Cow. While I'm not accustomed to reading the scribblings of sculptured vegetation and thus have no means of comparison, Topiary Cow seems a bright sort of bush. (No, seriously, read the blog. Interesting and HIGH-larious in all the right places! I'd really love to know who's behind it.)
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