Common (Dis)Courtesy

children, disabilty, momoffive, motherhood, waiting

Dear Medical Professionals,

This is broad category that encompasses doctors, nurses, office staff, receptionists, schedulers, ad nauseum…

Go back to charm school because you all suck this week!

As a person with a partridge and a pear tree’s worth of disabling conditions that I have had for 10 years, I understand and have seen how much medical care in NYS has gone in the crapper since then.

Guess what? I don’t give a damn. You chose to enter the profession. I didn’t choose to be permanently disabled and have to deal with your attitudes about being in a ACA medical profession in 2015 so suck it the hell up or find another job. Our president and the media tell me the economy is very good and there are lots of jobs!

Case in point – vascular surgeon’s office. (Yes a lovely new old development in the litany of “conditions that I have” needs to finally be addressed!)

On the news the other morning they said that there was an accident backing up traffic at 7:30 am. There is more than one way off this traffic accident area in which to reach your office.

My appointment, scheduled way over a month ago, was for 10:30 am. I arrive at 10:18 am.

At 11 am when I hobble crippledly up to the recpetion area to inquire what is going on with my appointment  and I am told then, and only then, that, “There was an accident. Patients were late, the doctors were late.”  in a rude and snotty tone.

I replied, “Well I was early, and was not informed of any of this so that I could have made a choice with my time. Most doctors offices either inform the patients at check in of a delay with an apology and give the patient the option of rescheduling. You did neither.”

Honey here’s a tip – I know I’m a bitch. I wear the badge proudly. I also know that as a vascular group you are used to dealing with geriatric patients that don’t have 5 children and a busy Christmas schedule and that can wait 3 hours while you make excuses for bad business practices. I also know that most of them have hearing issues. I do too, but not when you speak that loudly and say, “I’m tired of hearing people bitch!” do not expect me to not hear you.

Really? You are tired of it. Well honey listen to me – you haven’t heard bitch but it’s coming.

You are very lucky that I’ve gone more passive agressive this holiday season and have switched off my usual, “Go F#ck Yourself” response switch.

Instead, I will choose to write to my private payer insurance company and file, yet another customer complaint form. Luckily ’tis online and I have a fill-in-the-blank template already created which I call Bitch Libs.

It is in a much nastier tone and style, but I share this from the interwebs as a close style sheet:

Grievance Forms

I also may have a nice discussion with my new physician about how his recepiontist’s attitude could potentially cost him patients or his patients their lives. Remember Vascular = Stroke & Anurism Potential

I’ve heard it’s a bulk industry (the more patients the more money)  now so that may get a response.

Either way medical people try to be nice. If you can’t be nice certainly don’t call someone a bitch as you never know all the shit that is going on in their lives. (My 12 year old daughter is going in for major knee surgery on Monday and I have very few precious hours to get shit done because I have to call 1500 times to her medical office to  fill out a form for the school which takes 1500 hours to process said form and the time and I need a date and time of THAT surgery so I can plan for the other 2 minor children and your damn vascular surgeon’s office sign says no cell phones! What is this 1990?)

Most importantly – don’t call someone a bitch in my earshot.

You will never know when I will go back to full on Go F#ck Yourself mode…

Your courteous reminder,

Mamasaurus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I REMEMBER

Catholic, children, momoffive, motherhood, waiting

This day – September 11, 2001 – our generations’ “date which will live in infamy.” I remember my husband going to work for the first day after my giving birth to our 3rd child – our little miracle after 7 years of longing. I remember the sunshine. I remember walking my children to their bus stop with my new baby in the stroller. I remember nursing my sweet baby and the horror of my friend’s scream to turn on the TV as we were catching up in the morning by phone as we always did. I remember fear. I remember circling the school’s parking lot 5 times wanting to go and hug my children but deciding that the safe nurturing school place would be best. I remember getting cash, bread, milk and a full tank of gas because my practical engineer friend knew I needed to be busy and feel like I was doing something to protect my family. I remember the coming together to figure out the unfigureoutable. I remember the sadness. I remember…

The Real Truth About Sex

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Dear Moms and Dads and People that Care about the Youth of Today and my Youthful Friends of All Ages,

Mamasausus here – and yes I have 5 children so I know a thing or two or five about sex! Now that I’ve caused you to chuckle PLEASE read this article.  http://www.aww.com.au/latest-news/in-the-mag/lost-innocence-why-girls-are-having-rough-sex-at-12-20831

You don’t have to say anything about it, comment or anything – just read it. I would also propose that along with any or all of the “talking points” suggested by this article I would also make a very important point to my pre-pubescent children as well – it is perfectly ok to NOT be a part of this club and suffer the ridicule of your peers.

It is ok to NOT HAVE SEX until you are old enough to handle its consequences. I’m not saying to wait until marriage or a stable committed relationship (I would hope you do as I could quote countless statistics but I’m a realist!) but it’s YOUR BODY – YOUR CHOICE!

Take ownership of YOUR body. My friend always says it’s not a buffet – it’s a fine dining establishment – which make the at-risk kids she works with take pause.

Romance is not dead, Treating each other with respect is NOT old fashioned. Waiting for the right time is NOT stupid – it’s smart, powerful and responsible.

Condoms do not protect against the mental anguish that having sex when you are not ready can do.

That’s reality. Anyone that tells you any different is not being honest. Send them over to me – I’ll set them straight!

It’s your body, your choice, your future!

Love you,

Mamasaurus