Unacceptable

So I have been on a quest to eat healthier and lose some weight. I don't HAVE to by any means, but it sure would be nice if I didn't have to do the "jeans squat" after I finally get the zipper to close. I thought I have been doing very well. I even went so far as to take a five pound weight and test my scale at home. It appeared that it was correct even though I did not re-test this theory.

I have been noticing the little needle slowly but surely travel a little less every time I hopped on the dreaded thing. I was finally back down to 151. I was happy. My jeans were happy. Everyone was happy.

Until my most recent appointment. I happily hopped on, sparing the tech by usual smart assed quips about scales anticipating the affirmation of my weight. And then the numbers appeared.

162.

There is no way on God's green Earth that I gained 11 pounds in two days. There is no way I weigh 162. My jeans fit better than ever, I FEEL better than ever and I tested my scale dammit! The tech was sweet and delicately delivered the "numbers don't matter" speech. She was awesome and kind but I was still miffed.

Flash forward to the NP. The minute she walked in the room she was condescending and nasty. She commented on my weight (which even at 162 is still in the "normal" range for my height). Some other *wonderful* things happened that I will spare myself the embarrasment and you the details, but trust me when I say, she almost got a foot to the face. By the time she left the room I was on the verge of tears.

I went straight to the nearest Kohl's and got my sister on the phone. Between the NP bashing with my sister and the two new pairs of shoes (I actually did need them) I felt a little better. The true satisfaction came from the letter I wrote to the hospital. I'm not sure if it will do any good, but you can better believe the next time I see my regular doc, she will get a copy of the letter and an earful.



And I did find out some good/bad news. Diagnostic tests for IF are in fact covered by my insurance. This is GREAT news. The bad news is that I have already paid more money that I would like to admit to the hospital for the preliminary testing they did. I am wondering if it is even worth the headache to try and submit that back to the insurance company. After all, they still haven't figured out my claim from August 2007.



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Grab the tissues...

A phenominal story over at Confessions of a Pioneer Woman.

Grr...

I hate writing cover letters. I am horrible at talking about myself and blah blah blah. I think I might cry if I don't even get an interview. I am actually wondering if it would be better to go and apply in person at the hospital. Who the heck knows...

Do I *really* need to be a certified Medical Assistant? Really?

For you EMT types out there...

I need an opinion...

A certain training officer organized a training that involved direct feedback from each EMT.

One patient (yours truly) and two EMTs. Longboarding is in progress.

All the other EMTs in attendance are watching the skill being performed. After the scenario, each EMT has to write down one good thing and one thing to work on for each EMT that was involved in the scenario. Names are not required.

Basically blind feedback.

Yay or nay?



All feedback is greatly appreciated. Depending upon how this goes, I may utilize this in the future for other scenarios. Hopefully they don't skin me alive and send me up the flagpole by my toes...

No one could say it better.

Thanks LawDog for posting it.

Here is the direct link as well. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4fe9GlWS8


*Photo borrowed from Will*