Docs and funeral

So I guess I feel a bit better after the funeral.

Although, I’m not entirely sure that we should have gone. As much as it was mentioned that his patients and work were a major part of his life, the service was very much geared more towards personal friends and family. Picture montages and such had absolutely no pics on him at work, stories were all non-doctor related, etc.

So I wasn’t really sure if they were all that thrilled about patients there… but ah well.

Boo’s new doc seemed to be ok… nothing too much really either way at this point, but it was a short visit. It remains to be seen what happens in the long run… but nothing to scare me off from her just yet.

So I suppose life moves on for the rest of us.

Making the call

So Boo now officially has a new doctor.

Those were a really rough set of phone calls to make.

I probably wouldn’t have just yet… but unfortunately, the three of her meds that I don’t have surplus sitting around of, happen to come due for their refills to be renewed this month… the ADHD med being this week.

Since her doc was in a practice by himself, there’s not a backup to sign off on his prescription renewals… so like it or not… the new doc game is on.

Which I’ve dreaded. Because I’ve tended to have horrible luck with the doctors that I’ve seen… and not a lot of the doctors that accept her insurance take new patients… and the ones that do tend to be either super young and inexperienced, or affiliated with the crummy quality clinic style places in town like her first doc experience.

So I called the office of her current doc…. not really knowing what I was going to hear, as his wife was frequently the one who answered the office phones.

Even this was enough to get me onto the emotional side… realizing this would probably be the last time I’ll ever use that number in my contacts, that’s been used so much before.

I ended up talking to one of his former nurses that hasn’t worked for him in about 4 years, but who was frequently the one taking vitals and such back when she did, and had always known Boo by name.

As cheesy as it sort of sounds, I thought I was going to start to cry.

She told me the office will be open for 3 or 4 more weeks, then who will have the records from there…. and was able to give me the names of two places that took her insurance that had agreed to take on his patients.

One was a clinic style place… that I can only imagine was picked because it’s less than a half mile from his office… so it would appeal to those who picked him as their doc only because it was close to where they lived.

The other… I just got a last name and street…. and it’s all the way on the opposite side of town.

I hit google… and like what I see. First, they surprised me by being female.. but they have more than 20 years of experience in pediatrics, good ratings on the sites that have the little survey things… and also graduated from a university in Europe.

So.. while she never would have been on my radar otherwise due to the half hour or so drive I’m estimating to get over there… from the looks of it, I’m thinking this one was probably chosen more for similarity where the clinic was chosen from location.

So for now, that’s where we are going to start.

Appointment is set for first thing in the morning on the day of the funeral… so Boo doesn’t miss more school…. but as emotional as this has been setting me off for some reason, we’ll see how good of a plan that was.

The call to change her to being the primary doc on Boo’s insurance went surprisingly smooth… especially compared to my other dealings with them.

But I found myself nearing tears again at the end of the call when the person informed me that her new card with the updated information would be mailed out.

I don’t want a new card… I found myself immediately thinking that I’ll just keep the old card and use it because all they need is the numbers anyway…. even though I realize that the card is pretty trivial.

I don’t know precisely why this is making me quite so emotional… but it is. Maybe just because of the way he died…. maybe it’d have been less of a thing had he died peacefully in his sleep… or even of natural causes while jogging.

One thing that has made me feel a bit better about it though was a news article… that just happened to mention that his wife had tried to call him around midnight and got no answer.

So, he had his cell phone with him. Duh… he’s a doctor who answers after hours calls himself, of course he did.

But at least that means that he probably didn’t lie there conscious but in agony for hours between 10:30 and 2:30. Because had that been the case, had he been the one to pull himself to the ditch and not been hit hard enough to have been thrown there… then he likely would have been able to have called for help himself.

Maybe, maybe not… but that’s my bubble and I’m staying in it.

So I guess I feel a bit better after the funeral.

Although, I’m not entirely sure that we should have gone. As much as it was mentioned that his patients and work were a major part of his life, the service was very much geared more towards personal friends and family. Picture montages and such had absolutely no pics on him at work, stories were all non-doctor related, etc.

So I wasn’t really sure if they were all that thrilled about patients there… but ah well.

Boo’s new doc seemed to be ok… nothing too much really either way at this point, but it was a short visit. It remains to be seen what happens in the long run… but nothing to scare me off from her just yet.

So I suppose life moves on for the rest of us.

So I guess I feel a bit better after the funeral.

Although, I’m not entirely sure that we should have gone. As much as it was mentioned that his patients and work were a major part of his life, the service was very much geared more towards personal friends and family. Picture montages and such had absolutely no pics on him at work, stories were all non-doctor related, etc.

So I wasn’t really sure if they were all that thrilled about patients there… but ah well.

Boo’s new doc seemed to be ok… nothing too much really either way at this point, but it was a short visit. It remains to be seen what happens in the long run… but nothing to scare me off from her just yet.

So I suppose life moves on for the rest of us.

The church horizon

Today was the big post-church dinner fundraiser for camp.

It was a bit crazy… but not too bad… and nowhere near as, well, snoody as I’d sort of expected of this sort of thing. Everything went pretty well in spite of the craziness.

As it happened though, as it sometimes does, time frames and roles weren’t set very well, so about half of the moms did a whole lot of the prep… and about half came in at other parts… and about 2 didn’t help much. Par for the course I suppose.

So as it happened, instead of the plan we’d worked out the night before, I ended up staying in the back to help through both services with one of the other moms.

Which was honestly fine… the other mom had offered to cover it while I caught the sermon part of second service, and I decided to stay… particularly as some of the sermons have gone lately. They are always posted on the church website as mp3s anyway, so no big deal.

Well, not quite.

Remember my post about not being comfortable on how things were going, and losing respect for the senior pastor, and so on?

Well, I guess that resolved itself. He announced today that he’s stepping out of the senior pastor role.

He’s appointed someone else in his place who has spoken at the church a few times…. instead of turning it back over to the same leadership team that ran things during his sabbatical… or moving the associate pastor up into the role… or any say from the congregation whatsoever.

So that’s obviously got a lot of things stirred up… but apparently its within his power to do so.

Honestly, I do actually think the guy he picked is a good choice. He was formerly a member of the church years and years ago… he pastored another church in the same association of churches that was several states away but about the same size… he’s a head of a department at a Christian college in the state now so he’s used to speaking a lot, and he’s interesting to listen too… and he’s got a doctorate, so apparently he actually has some decent knowledge too lol

So, he seems to be a good guy. It’s just about how things were handled on choosing him. (Had the congregation had input, I’m thinking they would have probably been thrilled with the choice of this man… but as it is, it was just this random abrupt thing that apparently not even the staff members knew about.)

The last time he spoke was about a month or two ago… and he brought his entire family down and introduced them…. and also was added to the church’s social website at that time for people to be able to send him messages and questions.

Which now… makes me realize the senior pastor has probably been planning this since back before then.

Not the best strategy.

And I’m sure things are about to get really interesting over the next couple of months.

But, I’m thinking this is actually probably going to be a really good thing. Just as soon as the dust settles a bit.

I just hope that a lot of the leaders of the church who have left since the end of the sabbatical will come back now. They are sorely missed.

The last jog

Boo’s had the same doc since she was 4 months old.

We had a rough go round with the first doc she had… but then, pretty much by luck of where we live and the fact that there was an appointment open soon after I called, we ended up with a good pediatrician.

The same has never been able to be said for the doc’s I’ve had, so it’s always been nice to have a given with hers.

He’s in his 60’s, british born and educated but has lived here a long time… so he tends to be a bit more conservative on medications and things than the general pediatricians around here from what I’ve heard from other parents.

Has 8 kids and 4 stepkids (the youngest of which is a year older than Boo, goes to her school, and was on her basketball team last year), so he’s been around the block a few times with kid issues.

Was formerly the head of one of the two NICU’s in town, and still has a lot of special needs kids… pretty common to see kids around in the waiting room with some pretty major medical issues.

Maybe the biggest thing that has amazed me at times… is that he answers his phone after hours. I don’t mean he’s on call and calls you back, I mean the office phone number actually rings through to his house… and he or his wife (who is the head nurse of the practice) will actually pick it up personally in the middle of the night.

(I’m not going to admit how many times I’ve forgotten about this after a night of little sleep over something or another going around, and called at about 4 or 5 am expecting to leave a message or to listen to office hours to be reminded when they open… and ended up totally caught off guard by having him answer clearly having been asleep… )

The things that have annoyed me with him at times… I’ve been observant enough to realize are the flip sides of the things I love about him.

Yes, he’s always running late, sometimes really late… there’s been times that I’ve scheduled a 4pm appointment to avoid missing much school, and we didn’t get home until 7pm.
But… I love that he takes his time, goes into depth, and asks about things that aren’t even the particular reason why we came in for a visit in addition to addressing the issue listed on the chart.

I hate that sometimes he doesn’t see things my way… but then, I love that he isn’t bullied even by my mother having her strong opinions on something and coming along. He sticks to his experience, and goes with what he feels is best, even when I’m not so sure that it’s a call that I like.

I hate the sometimes frequent followup visits…. but I love that he’s more likely to keep an eye on something and see how it progresses before just throwing medications at it on the off chance that it might be bacterial and need antibiotics.

So… today Boo came home and announced that she needs a new doctor. Given Boo’s flair for the dramatic, I assumed that she’d had some sort of typical girl playground drama involving the doctor’s daughter.

Unfortunately, no.

Last night he’d gone jogging about 10:30pm.

His wife woke up around 1:30am, and he still wasn’t home, so she called and reported him missing.

Around 2:30am, the police found him.

He’d been hit by a car and killed…. his body thrown into the ditch… by a car that apparently never even stopped.

There’s a fresh pit feeling in my stomach tonight over a world of jerks who could hit someone with a car and not even bother to at the very least call and report someone hurt.

And why does it never seem to be the jerks like that who get killed, instead of people who seem to do all they can to help others?

Life is unfair, and things in this world suck sometimes. I know. We humans mess things up pretty bad.

But I’m really not so thrilled with the fresh reminder.

Here we go.

Well, the papers have been filed, and the deposit made.

I’m officially in the radiologic technology program at the catholic college starting this summer…. the program I was wait listed for last year.

Financial aid still hasn’t given me an official offer yet… but when I went in this morning and asked to speak with someone, they were able to give me some ballpark estimates that I was able to mess with a bit when I got home.

It’ll be close.

And I’m still not entirely sure how it’s all going to come together financially on paying utilities and such. Hopefully things will pick up more on the box office job.

But, I guess here we go.

Scary storms

Severe thunderstorms with hail and tornados are fairly common in this area. There’s a reason it’s nicknamed tornado alley.

From spring to midsummer, storms come fairly frequently… once a week or once every two weeks or so… almost always in the late afternoon and early evening of an otherwise clear day.

About a quarter of these end up causing a tornado warning for our county… which is just to say that there is a tornado that could possibly hit the ground anywhere in the county or about to enter the county… but it’s enough to make the sirens go off even if it’s nowhere even remotely near here.

About two or three times a year or so, they actually approach the city enough to be enough of a threat that I head towards the basement…. the safest place to be because tornados don’t go below the ground.

But even then, it’s just a chance to get laundry done normally while keeping the radio on to keep up on things.

Last night was the first time in at least 7 years that I’ve found myself not just in the basement but taking cover… prepping for the worst.

The weathermen had been predicting these storms for about 4 days or so… knowing that the conditions would be ripe. But even they can’t predict where exactly they will go.

And so, after a sort of eery evening of just waiting for them to finally arrive and wondering how people in hurricane areas deal with the anticipation…. it was still pretty unexpected to have the city itself be hit.

At one point, they were predicting the path it would take would be right along a path just east of the highway that I happen to live just east of.

Fortunately, it veered right about the time it hit town… taking it through a mostly industrial area instead of the residential path it had previously been headed.

Unfortunately, this means it hit one of the main aircraft employers in town really bad.. and nobody is really sure when they are going to be able to work or how messed up everything is.

The phones are acting up…. family had trouble getting through, and even texts to my mom a few doors down took at least ten minutes and up to an hour to arrive. But considering that the damage path starts less than 3 miles from here, well, I’ll take the messed up phone service!

I’ve also discovered that I’m going to make some changes in the plan for “next time”s.

The table I thought was going to be the best place to take cover under really isn’t as stable as I thought now that I’ve had some time spent under it.

And getting the cats downstairs turned into a battle… and I probably need to create a more confined area to keep them nearby more.

I think both of those are probably going to be resolved using some of these huge, sturdy cabinets that are in the basement from the previous owners… moved around some to create a more dedicated place.

Also, I’d sort of expected to be able to rely on the radar on my cell phone for information… which doesn’t work when I had no data signal. Was very glad I still had the radio down there… except for when the power went off briefly.

Note to self… batteries. Basement is rather creepy in the dark when you know there’s a tornado in the area but can see nothing and hear nothing but the rain.

I’m just hoping it’s at least another 7 years before I find myself needing it again.

Green thumb or bust

I’ve decided to plant a garden again.

This makes very little sense in light of how things have been on living here… but I think maybe that’s why I’ve decided to do it. Because it gives me something concrete to work on and to tie us to here without being something that I’ll feel is wasted time if we do end up moving.

The other issue is that most of my plants tend to die every year that I’ve tried it. No matter what I do.

And, the friend I used to ask for advice most… as he’s really good with plants and flowers and his yard and garden… passed away last year.

At least it will give me something to do I guess. LOL