Hospital physical

The fun thing about getting hired at a new hospital is going through the whole physical and drug screening process!!! (UGH)
I have an appointment at employee health at 1:30. I get there around 1:.20ish, sign in ... and wait. Did I mention I had an appointment?? One would think if you have an appointment that would mean you would be seen prior to those who did not have an appointment ... am I wrong thinking this?? What's the use of even making an appointment when you're not seen until around THREE O'CLOCK!?!?! People would walk in and get there PPD's read, questions answered, while I sat, and sat, and sat. Even people who came in AFTER I did were seen prior to me!! Hello ... appointment here! Geez!

So after I was FINALLY called back, she went over the oodles of paperwork I had filled out, asked a few questions, fitted me for my respirator, then off to the bathroom I go to give my sample for the drug screen. Back into the office, stuck for my PPD, and then off to the lab I go! (No clue why they can't draw the blood there.)

So there I go, following the directions (I thought) I was given to get to the lab. Man what a big hospital ... I don't know if I'll ever find my way around it!!! I did find my way to the lab, after much wondering around ... but I made it AND was seen in a very timely manner. Very nice people there!

I'm then off to HR as I was instructed. I had tax forms, my official offer letter, etc to sign. I get there around 4:30 ... fill out the tax papers, and then they asked if I could just do the rest on the day of orientation since it was so late. Not a problem ... but I wish they would have at least taken my picture for my id as I was having a rather good hair day! :)
filled out tax forms in HR but didn't have time to do the rest, will do it on the 12th

couseling

Today I went to see Barbara ... it's been awhile, too long actually. It was nice to sit down and talk. She has a good way to put things in perspective for me ... but still makes me think! (UGH) I told her the trouble I was having with Dr. I and explained my messages, etc ... she got up and said, she was going for a walk she'd be back. (Gotta love her) She came back, with Icky behind her. They came in, shut the door ... and he rambled off some BS and said he feels it's better if I pursue a different doctor to monitor my meds due to "missed appointments". (Whatever ... there hasn't been missed appointments, they were CANCELED in the allotted time ... is it my fault there's a lack of communication there?) I said whatever, and informed him I needed a script. So he gave me a big 2 weeks of meds to hold me over until I can get in to see a new Doctor. Like I'll be able to get in that soon ... but we shall see. If I can't, I'll just go to my primary care doctor and explain the situation to her and get it from there without a problem. It just burns me that we had to play the little phone game!!!! He could have easily told me that the day I was in there, if not one of the times he talked to Bart. Doctors ... they do no wrong!!! :) Sadly he's a good doctor ... but not one I will put up with, not that he wants to anyway.
Other than that, everything went well ... Barbara gave me some things to think about ... which I am. I made an appointment for next week ... then the next appointment will be at her new office. I'm excited to see what it's like!

Another tattoo

After talking about getting my foot done since April, I finally did it.
Poor Zeke has been wonderful throughout my decisiveness with this. I went from one thing to another. He drew some wonderful tattoo's for me, but they just weren't it. I wanted something to symbolize the adoption ... well, lack thereof. I thought somehow it would help me heal. I envisioned Chinese eyes and swirly things, but it wasn't coming together. We did various flowers, etc and nothing hit me. Zeke went as far as contacting friends and family in China and other Asian countries for help! (Is he not the best?) The last thing he drew for me rocked, but I just couldn't picture it on my foot ... he drew an uber cool bonsai tree with a Chinese face hidden in it! ROCKED!!! Very unique .... but still not it. Finally I came across a doodle (so to speak) and took in to him ... told him to do as he wished (which I've been told you don't tell that to a tattoo artist since they're putting something on your body that's going to be there forever). I trust Zeke with my life ... let alone a tattoo! He knows me, knows what I like, who I am ... I knew he'd do something wonderful. And after all, he IS Zeke Owen!!!! That in itself is enough! :)
So I came home with a rockin' doodle with stars all around it. (We threw the Asian flair out the window.) He also did it in color ... something I always said I wouldn't get (a tattoo with color). He asked if the color was okay before he did it ... and I just repeated it was all him. :)
So now to see how my parents react to this one ... I think they'll like the other one more since it's hidden! :)

Now to start planning the next one! :)

Terry's Court Date ....

This morning Terry had his final hearing for his DUI. I was a horrible friend and was not there for him ... I couldn't deal with it, with the possibility of what could happen.

The judge didn't have any record of his probation violations (isn't the court system great?) from when he got WAY out of hand and called the cops (drunk) and they made him leave for the night. (I'm pretty sure I blogged about that if you missed it)

So here is what his sentencing is:

• 60 days of "home detention" ... he can go to work, AA meetings, therapy, and Dr. appointments. Other than that, he has to be at home. He gets the ever stylish ankle bracelet and has to have his own phone line that is not used for anything but his parole officer.
• Two years probation. If he violates probation ONE time, he will have to serve one year in jail.
• $400 fine

He got off uber easy for a FOURTH DUI, with violations! I just hope he's learned his lesson and straightens out his life!!! He has a good job where he can really progress, he needs to realize how easy he got off and take advantage of that! Hopefully he will!!

Something from a friend ...

No clue who wrote this, but a very good friend shared it with me ... so you know me! :)

The heart feels what the eyes cannot see, and knows what the mind cannot understand ...

Don't mess with me!!!

So here I am with a couple days of clonopin left, I've left unreturned phone calls for my doctor for weeks and I can't make an appointment until I talk to him (per the receptionist). So I've been calling and leaving messages with the various receptionists for him (they won't let me leave a message via voice mail!!!!!) and sometimes I hear back and sometimes I don't. But what does his messages say ... "Give me a call.". Right, got that part .... thanks! So it's the lovely game of phone tag, which gets old quick!! So the next message I leave I leave not only my cell phone number but Bart's as well ... I give him permission to speak with Bart regarding anything, etc. So he does call Bart, but says he needs to talk to me and would tell him nada! At this point I was extremely mad! Clonopin isn't something to mess with ... and nor am I!
I decided to drive to his office and see him in person because this was getting more than ridiculous! I speak with the receptionist, she let's him know .... and he comes out and actually says to my face, "You need to call me". WHAT!? After that is spurt out to me he turns to walk away and I stand up and say, "Don't even think you can walk away from me like that!" I was FURIOUS! He stops, turns ... and I explained the numerous messages that had gone unanswered, the phone tag game, and I needed my medication filled. He said he'd give me a weeks worth and in that week he needed to speak with me. (Like it couldn't be done then between patients? Or let me make an appointment and get paid to talk to me!) So he goes back into his office, and comes out with a script which I snatch out of his hand!
So you guessed it ... I'm back where I was! Want to talk about unethical? A doctor cannot do this! If he doesn't want to see me, fine ... tell me, leave that on a message, tell Bart ... enough phone tag and leaving me wondering if I'll have my medication next week (which you can't stop cold turkey by the way).
I call Bart because I was furious, going through withdraws because I had been taking as little as possible so I could stretch the pills I had. Since I was doing that, I was slightly irritable! I informed him that I was coming down and I was talking to Mark ... the one who STOLE FIFTY of my Clonopins. Had he not stolen them, I wouldn't be in this predicament. Of course with Bart being Bart, that was out! "I was not bringing that to the office." Like I was going to do it inside ... I would have talked with him outside! Bart said he'd take care of it. (I would have rather taken care of it!!!!!) A little later I get a message saying Mark finally admitted he took the pills and he would repay us. Gee thanks ... repay us for cheap pills, I need the freaking pills, not the money!
So here I am ... short on pills, and extremely short on patients!!!!!

Interview went perfectly

Despite my nerves, my interview went on without a flaw. The human resources lady and I hit it off just as we did on the phone. We did more talking than interviewing. Then off to the respiratory department we went for me to talk with the night supervisor. She was a sweetheart, very nice and seemed to be one to be willing to go over and beyond to help in any way. She answered all my questions, and told me all about the different floors and units. Everything sounded so good, yet so different than what I am use to which is slightly scary. Respiratory pretty much has cart blanch, they can do the orders, change vent settings as seen fit, and they even intubate. Am I ready for that?? I've been at FMH so long I've lost all my skills and my brain has become somewhat mush. I hope it all comes back quickly and I don't make a fool of myself and let them down!!
I barely got in the door and my cell phone was ringing with a rather nice offer. Stupid here forgot the turn down the first offer rule and accepted it. But nonetheless, it's more than I'm making now and I'll be doing SO much more and feel better about what I do for a living.

So that's that ... shortly I will be back to being a full time, 12 hour night therapist.

Positive job vibes ....

I sent in my resume and application to GBMC (Greater Baltimore Medical Center) the end of last week and got a call from a very enthusiastic lady today to set up an interview. So this Wednesday at 1030 I will be getting drilled for a job!

Life quote

Not sure who this is by, but I ran across it today, liked it, so I had to share!

Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. Love the people who treat you right, forget the one's who don't. Believe that EVERYTHING happens for a reason! If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, then let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it!

A girl's heaven ...

What more could a girl want than to be surrounded by TONS of yummy food (and yes chocolate), wine, beer, chocolatini's, margarita's, Tiffany & Co. jewelry, Prada, Kate Spade, Coach, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, and just plain fun???

That was Casii and I tonight ... she purchased a necklace and a Kate Spade (which I was debating on ... uber cute), and I got a Coach and a necklace. I wish I had extra money to spend, I would have gotten so much more ... but never fear I left with the ladies card in hand! :)

My high spead chase

Enough was enough, I asked Bart to come home early (after hinting to the fact MANY times). So he left work a big hour early to come home and relieve me of my duties of babysitting.
I had talked to Terry to try and let him know the options, since he couldn't get into see a psychiatrist, call other offices, call his primary doctor, go to the emergency room, go to a hospital that specializes in mental diseases ... but of course he was "fine". Still self medicating, but he would say "it's past, I'm over it". Sorry but being in his position before (minus the alcohol) I wasn't buying it ... I knew better!
So Bart comes home to try to talk him into the same thing I had been doing, but still he's not budging. His mom had called me (missed the call), and she had called Bart to see what was going on as she was worried. He told her everything that had been going on and she said she'd call him later in the day (this was morning) and talk with him. So that evening she did call, he was rude to her, hung up on her, she called back, and finally he talked to her. I also talked to her and let her know what had been going on. I was astonished to find out she was on his side when she told me not to do anything!!! I sort of went off, telling her this had been going on for X days, he's consumed X gallons of hard liquor, he was changing names on bank accounts, giving me directions on what to do, etc. All suicidal signs, besides point blank saying it. I proceeded to tell her that she wasn't here, she wasn't the one dealing with it day after day night after night. Sitting up to make sure everything was okay. She was more concerned about his upcoming court date and this making things worse!!! (He's already violated parole!) I told her IF she was here she would be making a decision between to things, having a son that could possibly do jail time, or not having a son at all. Pretty much after that I was finished talking!
Finally Terry said he'd go ... so off we go ... that is until we stop at the light off the exit ramp to the hospital ... Terry's door swung open, Bart grabbed his coat, he wiggled out, I jumped out the back, slammed him with the door (SO Charlie's Angels!!!!), and ran after him!!! The race was on! Bart called 911 to explain the situation, and you wouldn't believe how quickly the cops started showing up. City, state, out of the woodwork! I spotted him, stayed back, called Bart to tell him where he was. Shortly after that I started noticing people on foot surrounding him, and cops in the distance. I approached him .... gave him my sweatshirt as it was cold, and sort of held him so he wasn't getting away. Shortly thereafter, a couple cops showed up. VERY VERY nice man and women! They took him to the ER and we met him there. Once we got there he was in triage talking to a Dr., I stood back in the doorway so I wasn't intruding. Terry asked me to come in ... so I did. The doctor recognized me from work, we shook hands ... and he went on talking. Not much longer he was released. I stayed back to talk to Dan ... he said he had no grounds to keep him on, he wasn't presenting with any suicidal tendencies and said he didn't need help. I asked why he was discharged the last time, and he said he didn't know but was going to look it up .... so I sat down, and we looked at it, and pretty much ... he had a bad Dr. that didn't care, doesn't care about any patient that I've ever noticed, so he let him go when he should have stayed. Dan said he would have kept him. He apologized for not being any help, and wished me luck. So back home we went!
Is it any wonder why there are so many people with mental illness that aren't treated?? It's impossible to get them the help they need!!!!

Needless to say, I'm leaving for Baltimore ... I need a break!!

Just a quote I ran across

Sometimes the most important thing in the whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths!

Here I sit ...

I was asleep until Terry decided to get up, which means I have to get up because he can't be alone. Since the hospital can't do the job they should be doing of watching and helping (not to mention MEDICATING) a suicidal person, I get to.

It's funny how there are laws set to help and protect people that are a danger to themselves, yet obviously those laws are not for everyone. Somehow many people slip through the cracks because either the police don't want to do there job, or the hospital doesn't want to do there's. So here I sit ... doing there job, trying my best to stay calm (which I'm not ... but I am TRYING) and keep him inside. Not an easy job, and not one I should be doing when a trained professional should be. So if something happens it's on my head not there's!!!!

Could someone tell me how this is possible??

Last night, as you know, Terry was taken to the hospital for being suicidal. How is it possible that he number one, was not even in the psychiatric part of the hospital, and two, not even 10 hours later he was discharged?? Is it not law they are to be held for a minimum of 3 days?? So calling 911 was pointless!!!

They (being a social working NOT a psychiatric doctor) informed him that he was indeed Bipolar (which we knew) and his medication he was taking was not helping (thanks captain obvious), but making it worse. Told him he needed to seek help (HELLO!!!! Is he not in the hospital to receive just that??), and gave him a list of psychiatrist's that his insurance carried. They told him not to drink, and get in to see a doctor as soon as possible. And with that ... he was discharged (without a ride, I might add)!

Am I the only one that sees something wrong with this??? Why did they not keep him, why did they not take him off of the medication he's on that's making his condition worse and get him on something that will actually help? Why discharge a ticking time bomb that is afraid of themselves?

He's now sleeping soundly on the couch where he's been since we got home, but he is so depressed it's depressing. This whole situation totally infuriates me, I was miserable last night because I had to have 911 called, and worried sick about Terry ... then to get called to come and pick him up with not even a prescription!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!!

A very hard decision

What do you do when you're faced with a very good friend who is thinking completely logically and clear, telling you that "it's time" (aka for them to die) and giving you instructions on what to do with their money, what to tell their son, etc?
Being a person who has been suicidal multiple times I could relate, but how could I let them do it? I was faced with calling for help and having them mad at me, or do as they wished and not have them anymore. Knowing how it feels to want to kill yourself, I know if I was going to do it ... obviously I wouldn't want anyone calling for help, I'd want them to just let me do it and follow my last wishes. But sitting there crying listening, I couldn't ... I couldn't lose them, especially when I could do something about it.
So I stealthily texted Bart "call ambu". He knew what I meant, as he knew the situation, but not how bad it had gotten. So he, not so stealthily did ... but unfortunately gained attention. Thankfully they got here quickly! All I could do was stand beside my friend saying, "I'm sorry but you have too much to live for and I love you". As they took him outside to "talk" I lost it, I was bawling ... the scared look on his face, and the feeling in my stomach ... it was too much. They probably should have taken me as well!
Watching that was the hardest thing I have EVER done, and hopefully is something I will NEVER have to do again. I just hope that everything turns out okay.

Phone message

I got a few restless hours of sleep ... I woke up to a phone message from a cop at the county adult detention center! She told me they had Terry and was trying to get him PR'd, but he needed his blood pressure meds badly as his blood pressure was extremely high. She asked if I could bring them, left her number if I had questions.

GREAT! He got arrested! I was getting some clothes on to go get his prescription filled because those are the pills he took all of when the phone rang ... it was Terry asking me to please come pick him up. What??? He called from his cell phone so I knew he had been released, extremely confused I was out the door to get his script filled then to go get him.

I called Bart on my way, he didn't want me picking Terry up and didn't want him in the house until he talked to him. He told me I could take his meds there and they would have to call him a cab to take him back to his room at the Fairfield. Needless to say an argument came out of this ... I didn't need lectures and more stress from Bart on top of what I already had!

So into CVS I go to get his refills, then off to pick Terry up and take him to his hotel. He found out if he checked out by 4 he would only have to pay half, so I said get your stuff. I wasn't in danger ... I knew it, he was sober. I took him home ... so I did everything Bart told me not to do.

I find out he was released on PR (which I found out was personal recognisance) due to his high blood pressure and they were afraid of him collapsing. But they release him without a ride there?? Sign this so we're no longer responsible if you stroke out or something and go?? Why didn't they take him to the hospital where he needed to be??? That infuriated me! I also found out how he ended up there. The previous night didn't end as we had thought .....

Yes the cab was called, yes he got into the cab and per Terry got kicked out because he told them he didn't have any money and needed to go to the ATM. So back on his feet, and back into TGIF Friday's he goes to order just a soda (he tells me). They wouldn't serve him, called the cops, and charges for disturbing a public place and disobeying a police officer where placed.

This is NOT going to help his upcoming trial date for his DUI!!!!

We talked a lot, and he promised me he would never get out of control again, he didn't remember a lot ... felt horrible, etc. I told him Bart didn't want him staying with us, but he would not kick him onto the street. He could stay with us while he found another place to live. Telling him that killed me. Seeing how depressed he already was, that isn't what he needed to hear ... but he had to be told. He showered, picked up his mess in the house, and fell asleep.

PLEASE tell me this is the end!!!!!

I don't need the drama

I woke up today (yes I did sleep SOME) came downstairs expecting Terry to still be sleeping it off ... but nope, he's up watching TV and on his computer. He looked to be sobered up, and he needed a shower! He didn't remember most of the night before ... so I kindly reminded him of the major parts. Over a time span of MAYBE 15 minutes he was out of control again ... he had been drinking and I didn't know, nor did I know where he got what he was drinking because last night he finished off all he had. I told him he needed to stop with the drinking and sober up, and went to my bedroom with Socrates hoping he'd do so.

Not so lucky ... he comes up to inform me that he was calling 911 on our neighbor, to which I said he was lucky HE didn't call 911 on HIM last night! I tried to reason with him, talk some sense into him ... but he was again too gone to care. I took a shower thinking it would wash it all away somehow ... but it didn't. I got out of the shower to hear yelling (Terry on the phone with the cops). Okay, not exactly yelling, but he was pretty loud! I asked him what he was thinking, our neighbor did nothing wrong, HE was in the wrong. Of course that pissed him off because one, I wasn't on his side, and two he was talking to the cops. I got mad, yelled so the cops could hear that he had drank around 6 GALLONS of liquor of the past few days and I couldn't take more. Then he said, "No, I'm not in danger ... that's just the psychotic lady who lives here" ... to that I responded loudly, "I'm the one in danger and I'm outta here". I grabbed my purse and left.

Straight to the neighbors I went ... I wasn't going to let the cops knock at his door without him knowing. I knocked on the door, and he opened it like he was going to crush whomever was on the other side ... I remember saying, it's me it's me! I don't know if he invited me in or if I invited myself in and just walked in or what ... but I got in his house. I was shaking, my voice was shaky ... he instantly knew something was wrong and made me sit down and tried to calm me down. I couldn't calm down ... I had to tell him, which I did. He shook his head, said he didn't need this (which trust me, he has enough stress right now ... he doesn't), and told me not to worry about it. He informed me he had a few run ins with Terry today and he couldn't take more. Especially the racial slurs in front of a diverse group of young children! That's something I don't tolerate either! I had no idea ... I apologized again and again just to be told it wasn't my fault. I told him if he needed the tape we had from the night (well morning) before he was welcome to it, I was on his side.

It didn't take long for the police to get there .... and how embarrassing to have cops at your house for all to see!! I was half afraid to leave the safety of where I was, but I stepped out the front door to inform the cops I was the owner of that house, but chose to be were I was. He smiled, said he'd be over shortly not to worry about anything. And he was ... he came over and told us Terry was heavily intoxicated (you don't say!) and our neighbor obviously had nothing to worry about, he had done nothing wrong. He told him how to press charges if he wished, etc. I told him the amount of alcohol he had consumed over the past few days and the pills he had taken. He took note of it all. He said to sit tight he was going to go back over and talk with him, etc. It wasn't long until he was back and told me he agreed to stay at a hotel for the night, wanted to take his laptop (which the cop wanted to verify with me it was his and he could take it). They had called a cab to take him to the Fairfield Inn. Very very nice guy!!

The cab took FOREVER to arrive, and Terry was extremely close to getting arrested because of his mouth, etc. Finally it got there and off he went.

Unfortunately it didn't end there! :( Bart and I talked with Mike for awhile, apologizing more of course ... then went to pick up my car (FINALLY) ... but I'll blog about that later. I got numerous calls from Terry, which I was not answering. Most he hung up, a few he left nasty messages. The bad thing is ... I could tell by the background noise he was in a bar!!! What bartender in there right mind would serve him?

After getting the car we went to Ruby's to eat ... I kept getting calls and messages, etc. He got kicked out of Champions, went to TGIF Friday's, got kicked out of there (once you get kicked out of one place in that shopping center, they call all the others to not serve you), went to Macaroni Grill which I had then had enough. Bart called and asked to speak with the manager, he explained the situation and asked they call him a taxi to take him to the Fairfield Inn across the street where he had a room. The guy was very nice and said not a problem, and also mentioned there were cops there, but told us not for Terry.

I felt better knowing he would be taken back to the hotel ... but uneasy because the calls ended. Needless to say ... another sleepless night for me!

Guess who's in the hospital ....

You got it ... the friend that was over for New Years. He was making absolutely no sense whatsoever the next day and his parents took him into the ER. He had OD'd on benzo's!!!! Bart spoke with the Father and explained we had items from our home missing along with FIFTY of my Clonopin (which is a benzo), that means I don't have enough to get me through the month!!!! So he asked if he could look for those, as well as let the doctors know that he could have taken those.

What a mess!!!! What's next?

Why?

My therapist seems to think I attract people that are addicts of some kind or another. It's always made me made when she's said that, because I beg to differ. I have a friend (who STILL isn't talking to me) that is a recovering drug addict, and a friend who's an alcoholic. Then there's Bart (sorry Bart), who my therapist referrs to as an addict as well because of his weight ... a food addict. So there's 3 people out of the however many people in my life ... I don't see that as a pattern, but oh well!

Back to the point of this ... tonight Terry got drunk, as in out of control drunk, as in like I've never seen him drunk. It was about midnightish and he asked me to take him to a bar. There was no way that was happening, he offered me 50 bucks ... although I could use 50 bucks there was still no way I was going to do that. This went on for about 45 minutes. Bart got involved and I had enough and went to our neighbors to take him his doggie bag he had been asking for! (I made a HUGE dinner and told him about it, and he knows he's always welcome to eat here or eat the left overs, etc) So off I went ... gave him those, we talked for awhile ... I of course told him what was going on. We ended up in front of his car on the sidewalk talking (because he was telling me about something he wanted to get for his car and was showing me where it would go, etc). We see Terry stumble down our stairs, across the grass, and up the neighbors. So we both yell and point out the fact we were right there. (duh)

This is when it started!! (Bart was on our front "porch" with the video camera, because we wanted to show Terry how rediculous he gets when he drinks). Terry walks straight up to my neighbor gets in his face and shoves him (for absolutely no reason). And let me interject here that he's not someone you want to shove ... he's heavily trained in various martial arts which he started at age 4. He calmly told him to take a few steps back and not to do that again. Terry then went to shake his hand and apologize and asked him if he'd take him to a bar ... I think you know what that answer was! He politely told him he should go back into the house and go to sleep. Then he again got into his face and told him he'd give him 50 bucks if he could lay him out. (Yes Terry was just looking for someone to fight ... it's what he does.) My neighbor informed him he doesn't fight and again told him to go inside. Terry went off yelling profanities and racial slurs along with all kinds of other uncalled for comments to which my neighbor just brushed them off his shoulder and held great composure (hands in pockets the whole time) and told him again to step back and go inside, words weren't going to do anything to him. That, unfortunately didn't shut him up! He kept spouting off his hateful words, and eventually got in his face again and shoved him again, and then again. All the time my neighbor kept his hands in his pockets and a level head which is exactly what an adult should do. But you can only be pushed so many times and have someone in your face totally disrespecting you ... so after the third push he layed him out. Nothing huge and exciting (for someone that would like watching a fight), he simply layed him out. It took him doing that THREE times before finally Terry somewhat backed down, and my neighbor made it back into his house, and we got Terry back into our house.

Of course getting him back into the house didn't stop anything, he still wanted to fight. He was in Bart's face saying horible things, but Bart really suprised me and stood his ground and didn't back up. (Go Bart!) He also go into my face, but pretty much stuck with Bart because Terry knows you get in my face I get in yours, and I know he wouldn't want to hurt me. (Unfortunately I can't calmly stand with my hands in my pockets) After over an hour of this FINALLY we get him calmed down, sitting on the couch ... eventually to fall asleep for the night! (Sometime during all that he took ALL of his blood pressure medication (which was about 25 pills). Spit out some ... but got most down. After researching it on the internet found out that amount wouldn't harm him, we gave up trying to get him to puke or go to the hospital.)

As soon as I could I shot an email off to our neighbor apologizing profusly. When I signed on to send the message I had one that said, "I think someone owes me 50 bucks lol!"


I'm off to sleep .... I hope!

I've been tagged ....

Thanks SO much Christina! :)

Okay this one is songs seven songs that describe your life and the reasons behind them ~ tag four people.

First let me tag my people because this is going to take some thinking! :)
1. Tunester
2. Casii
3. Becky
4. Kathy


Songs:
1. Beautiful by James Blunt - The first time I heard this song it reminded me of Shyam, so it has a special place in my heart as he does.
2. Daughters by John Mayer - This song was played A LOT during our adoption process. We were going to use parts of it for a video we were going to make. :(
3. My Generation by Todd Snider - Kind of speaks for itself
4. Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel - This song says A LOT, it's always been a song I listen to and just say WOW! To think what was going on in the world when this song was written ... it's just deep!
5. I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die by Country Joe McDonald and the Fish - Another that speaks for itself.
6. 100 Years by Foo for Fighting - Reminds me how quickly time goes by and how important it is to let those you love know it!
7. Good Riddance (Time Of My Life) by Green Day - I want this song played at my funeral

Happy New Year!

I hope you all have a WONDERFUL 2007!!!!!

Here's wishing you more happiness Than all my words can tell, Not just alone for New Years Eve But for all the year as well.

`anonymous