Creative Spanko Wench Blog

[edited 11/19/07 11:11 PM] 

Sorry i’ve been scarce.  Besides work keeping my busy , on Wednesday went to see a new doctor.  His advice seemed quite sensible.  So I decided try it….

Well, I woke up Thursday moning with an almost full fledged migraine, not to mention light sensitivity and nausea.

I drove to work after puking a few times, brushing my teath again as soon as I got there, so no one would know.

I managed to fake it until almost 10AM.  I inspected my office foor as a possible bed.  I eventually crawlled down and tested it using one of my piles of paper as a pillow.  The severe trobbing pain just intensified what I knew was not a usual migraine.

The 1st empy bed I asked permission to just give my head a rest in for half an hour, to see if it would pass, was being worked on by a housekeeper doing her thing in it as I was calling the unit Director.  Room TAT’s are suppposed to be 30 minutes.  So I killed 30 minutes, I did mail, had an episode of diarhea and then waited outside the room another 27 minutes and the cleaning of the room had yet to be started, never mind the bed being even whiped down (wiped to dry down is 20 minutes minimum to kill all the nastier bugs).  A spanish soap opera on TV either made her attention to detail more focused, or less so, depending on your perspective.  I gave up after 45minutes  mostly because I had to throw up again and thought I might pass out.

I did throw up in the 3rd floor nurse’s longe bathroom, but managed to make it to the bowl so it flushed away with no left befind labor.  My next stop was CDU, an area in the ER that usualy has patients, but is rarely full.   I asked for an out of the way bed, where my I could just try and reast off the worst of the pounding in my head ache.  As it was they had no people back there..  I was alone in the complete peace of a whole sequestered unit.

Softhearted souls who know me as a hard worker who has never given up on them;  never gave my request a second thought.  They showed me the 1st empty bay told me to holler if I needed anything, then left me to situate myself.  Could I figure out the bed controls?  Not a chance.  And darnded if I had it in me to jump on the bed.  My shoes kicked off in on side, I pulled up a chair on the other and ended up getting on the bed wrong way round.  No matter, I could reach the pillow, I grabbed it and pulled it down over my throbbing head.  I was descending into helplessness.  My body was trembling, I was doing the ‘please don’t puke, the light and movement’s gone’ in through the nose out through the mouth deep breathing ritual, and it blissedly worked.  I was able to be still for almost an hour.

In that hour I couldn’t get a grip though and I knre this was not a usual migrane.  I knew I needed to get up and go to triage and register as a real patient.  I just couldn’t move, just the thought of lifting the pillow, sitting up and trying to walk put me flat on the floor and out cold.  As luck would have it, just as I knew I couldn’t just wait it out, the security folks rounded and found me.  I scared him since he expected the unit to be empty.  Then my boss called my cellphone wanted to know where I was, I was late for our meeting. 

After that, wheels spun.  It only took a little while for the ED Triage nurse to process me & then the ED Doc. to see me.  He ordered lot & lots of lab work, a CT scan and a neurology consult.  He also ordered an IV and some Nubain and Phenergan.  Besides making a huge dent in my head ach before the neurologist saw me.  I was actually able to sleep completely through the CT scan, and all the bausea was gone.   Since it was dark when the neurologist saw me, my pain was down from 10 of 10 to 5 and I could focus without puking, it was much easier to explain my history…. and my occult symptoms forunately were well documented.

New meds.  Can’t spell for beans, but I feel clear…. Was I ever? [actially I mostly missed ya’ll and felt the 10 day since my last post]

Still new meds, not so in a hurry to post before ready.   Quite late for a lucid post for a drunk though ai’t it…. *grin.*

Love y’all 

I’ve just spent 2 hours on the phone trying to make a credit card payment.  I’ve had this card for 12 months, and every month had to re-enter security information and change my password.  Most times I’ve been unsuccessful with this so I’ve called the customer service # and either ended up on hold for hours, and then actually been hung up on under the guise of being transfered.  This company charges 30 plus dollar latefees, and had the gaul of raising my interest rate to over 30% last month because my payment was one day late … not late through lack of effort either, I’d been trying for two weeks to get through & make the payment!  I don’t set preauthorized payments for credit cards because that’s the minimum payment & I prefer to pay in full.  I don’t mail checks anymore because they get stolen or lost.  I pay online, and I’ve had virtually NO problems doing so with any other creditor but this one.  Every month my paassword needs to be reset.  EVERY month!  Only three times has this reset actually worked.  Last month it didn’t and the charged me a huge interest fee on my whole balance and a late fee.  Tonight I told them ENOUGH & demanded to be reimbursed every penny accrued to my acount above the preferred interest rate and every penny of late fees plus interest those late fees accrued.

This is an account I pay in full every month.  Can you believe that the interest on late fees (all their fault) alone exceeded 170 dollars.  It took me an act of God hours on the phone and threats to take out a full page ad in the news paper to even get my call transferred.

My interest rate was put back down to 11% (from over 30!) But I’m not going to be reimbursed the hundreds of dollars of ad on crap and fraudulent interest.

Not only have I got proof that I never made a late payment without first battling their red tape on time (well in advance of on time actually) I’m ready to go to the law.  They may only have taken 300 or so dollars from me over the course of 11 months, but multiply that by several million customers and it’s a quarantee that not only are there thousands like me who call & raise a stink, but there hare hundreds of thousands more who don’t even know how they’re being cheated and bilked.

I will become very public if I don’t get what I demanded & that is an absolute assurance that there will be no further computer generated increases in interest rates or late fees on my account or any one else’s until there has been active communication with the customer inquiring about payment efforts.  They’ve made ontime payments all but impossible for anyone using online payments and this is simply NOT acceptable.  No it won’t be this blog, but a much more public internet finacial venue and I will fork out the money for a full page ad in the San Antonio Express News, Houston and Dallas’s major rags & our local paper too.  I know I’m not alone.

Grrrrrr.

On the lighter side, I have several topical posts in the works… one I know you’ll find hilarious…. one I hope you’ll like, & one I’m nervous about….  ahhhh doncha just love time.

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Since I’m not good at forwarding mailings, since I never know who likes getting them, I took a mail I recently received from Paul, took the music file he sent with it, the words and the background image file and placed it in a slide show  with a few extra touches in case other readers might like it… click the back area onthe right of each slide to advance to next slide.  Music courstesy of Enya, sentiments courstesy of Paul, additional art courtesy of patty, origin of text & background image unknown.

Can’t open a .pps file? Try downloading the viewer here.  Try 2003’s version for now.  Not too may presentations are out there in 2007 yet & only those created in 07 can be viewed in 07.

Did anyone really notice it? Other than needing multiple reminders to change our ckocks has it made an ounce of difference in any one’s life?  I could see I had a free extra hour of rest, though I woke at my usual time - not time to get up, so after emptying bladdar, bowel and other healthy ablutions, I indulged.  I let sleep take me, though my dreams were fitfull and very somewhat disconcertiong …. that’s for another story, I must say. 

I finally rose at 3 PM today.  My whole body was alive and raw.  To say spankings fed every crevace of dreamtime is a given… the tingling need bteween my thighs and the taunting flashes of thoughts and memories had life again.

Bed time now.

What this body did with the extra hour was sweet.  Could it have been sweeter, with luck more than dreams will tell.

Happy standard time again.  May we all wake up ready to go come morning.  

4 THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME

Four jobs I have had in my life:   

1. Waitress at Tim Horton Donut shop 
2. Gymnastics Coach 
3. Septic System and Water Well property surveyor 
4. Nurse 
   

Four movies I have seen more than once: