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My Aching Back!

November 14, 2011

How boring my life, and blog, would be if I didn’t have some physical ailment to complain about? What would I even talk about?

OK, to sum up, my back sucks. I’ve had back/neck issues for something like, oh, forever. It’s something I’ve gone to physical therapy for in the past, but just sort of accepted the fact that I’ve got a bad back. A year ago butt pain was added to the list of my back issues. OK, not exactly butt, but tailbone. It didn’t hurt to the touch, there was no injury to explain it, so everyone was confused as to the why it hurt and how to treat it.

The symptoms went something like this: I’d sit down on a chair, and if I sat for more than 20 minutes or so, my tailbone started to hurt, and at the point when I tried to stand up, it became insanely painful. A few months ago the pain started to radiate down my butt/hip through my thigh.

I sucked it up and mentioned it to my orthopedic surgeon, who referred me to a Physiatrist. After a million x-rays and an MRI, looks like I have something called spondylolisthesis (say it fast five times) as well as a couple of bulging disks, as well as general good ole’ sciatica. Awesome!

Treatment: A serious of steroid injections in my spine and physical therapy. The first day and night after my first injection (this past Wednesday) was HORRIBLE. Horrible in that there was absolutely no relief I could get… no position that felt better and there was no getting comfortable. It sucked. But by the next morning not only was this new pain gone, but my old back pain was almost unnoticeable. Yahoo!

Leave it to me that very day to fall down the stairs while carrying laundry. So now I have an entirely NEW injury. The good news is I think I’m just bruised, both my body and ego. Seriously, falling down the stairs? I never fall down!  Other than this spastic event, I’m excited by what it seems these injections have done, and the prospect of having a less painful existence is pretty exciting. What an awesome thing medicine and medical technology is!

I’m left to wonder what new trick my body will play on me next, but will appreciate the time I have of not having to sit on a doughnut while playing board games. Nobody looks cool sitting on a butt pad.



Not Ready

October 6, 2011

Last weekend we decided to take a drive up Big Cottonwood Canyon so the kids could check out where I work and have a nice picnic at Solitude.

The weather was beautiful and the changing leaves awesome. On the drive home, I talked to Greg about how much I enjoyed my commute to and from work. The scenery is unmatched.

This picture was taken last week:

This photo was taken just minutes ago from the door of my office:


It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

August 17, 2011

I’ve discussed sunburns, skin cancer, and sunscreen here a few times.

A couple of weeks ago I sent my oldest to his friends house. The mom did tell me they might play outside in their little pool, so being a responsible parent, I sent him with his swim shirt, sunscreen, and applied sunscreen before he left.

My son slept over at his friends house, so I didn’t see him until the next day.When I picked him up that morning, I was absolutely shocked at what I saw. Lobster red doesn’t begin to describe the condition of his back and shoulders. He had the worst burn on any of my kids that I’d ever seen. I was torn on what to do… Do I give him the idiot slap on the back of his head, or gently hug him and slather on the sympathy? I hugged him, but I made sure to let him know how dumb I thought he was for not reapplying the sunscreen but most importunately, NOT WEARING HIS SWIM SHIRT. My kids ALWAYS wear a swim shirt when they are in the water just so that what happened would NOT happen.

The mother of the other child called the next day to apologize  for the burned. While I do think that it was Ian’s responsibility to take care of himself, I was a little bothered that she didn’t make sure that they put on sunscreen and that she didn’t tell him to wear his shirt (what did I send it with him for if not to wear?!). Anyway, I think this was a very painful and uncomfortable object lesson for my son… one he will not soon forget. Here he is 1 1/2 weeks after the burn:

Yes, those are scabs. And every night for two weeks we got to hear about how it hurt, how it itched, and there were nights that he literally cried himself to sleep.

Kids not heeding the words of their parents because they are soooo darn smart, and parents not being proactive to protect others kids from themselves… it’s gotta go!

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

August 10, 2011

I appreciate a reminder call when a doctor or dentist appointment is scheduled, because even I can forget stuff.

However, shouldn’t the normal phone “rules” apply even when coming from a medical provider? While I like a reminder, I don’t particularly enjoy getting that call at 7 a.m.! A certain secretary seems to find it necessary to make all of her calls before 7:30, and if it happens to be during the summer, I might still be asleep, thank you very much.This morning I was half asleep when she called, and if I didn’t already know about the appointment, I would have no memory of what transpired.

Calling before 9 a.m. REGARDLESS of the reason (unless someone is dead or I’ve won a million dollars)… it’s gotta go.

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday… A Few Days Late

August 8, 2011

DAMN! That’s all I can say about forgetting last weeks post. Better late than never, right?

Forgetting crap and ruining an entire 7 month perfect run… it’s gotta go! Because evidently my brain has.

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

June 22, 2011

There is nothing more contagious than the excitement of a child on their birthday or Christmas morning. When it comes to certain toys, that excitement quickly turns from joy to frustration, and from frustration to possible murderous rage. This is due to the ridiculous packaging that toy makers seem find necessary.

OK, does Barbie REALLY need to have her torso and every limb bound with wire ties? And does her hair REALLY need to be sewn into the cardboard backing? You know, Mattel, the TOY STORY movies aren’t real, and your precious Barbie won’t attempt to escape her bondage. Speaking of bondage, at least if they had and S&M Barbie, I could at least begin to understand all of the contraptions in place that makes it impossible for any child to free her doll.

Toys packaged like they are nuclear bombs… it’s gotta go.

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

June 1, 2011

When my first-born was in preschool, WAY BACK, I remember being shocked when his teacher told me that they were not allowed to say the word “Christmas”. WHAT IN THE HELL!?! There were also other district-banned words associated with this holiday, and I could not believe what I was hearing. His wonderful teacher had similar feelings, and pretty much ignored the rules.

Since then, there have been so many bans in my kid’s school, its sadly comical. Let’s see, we’ve got:

  • no medicine WHAT SO EVER, unless it goes through the school nazi nurse. Not even a Tylenol, a cough drop, or multi-vitamin. OK, I get it, they don’t want drugs at school, or children sharing meds. Blah blah blah. As a mother, if my kid has a cough, I think I should be able to send a throat lozenge without going through my doctor and having her fill out the ridiculous paperwork. *** On a personal note, I experienced this myself last year. One of my children was supposed to take some supplements at lunch time. Blood tests had shown he was deficient in a couple of minerals/vitamines, and his doctor wanted him to take a few supplements (b-12 & zinc). This was over-the-counter stuff kids, not medicinal marijuana. I will skip the details, suffice it to say that I was sent on a wild goose chase of paper work and it was frustrating and incredibly stupid. I got so much conflicting information from the school staff, and once I’d complete what I was told they needed, then something else would have to be filled out. It was crap.
  • No masks at Halloween time. AND as of last year, they cut the Halloween parade. I loved going to the school each year and watching all of the kids in the school parade through the lunch room and show off their costumes. The reason was that the kids missed out on “learning time”. OK, I volunteered in the kids class parties that day. They were so retardedly hyper and excited, they couldn’t concentrate anyway, and each teacher sort of gave up on trying to teach. They needed a day of fun and play. And once or twice a year… I think it’s OK! Oh yes, and no costume accessories that even resemble a weapon of any kind.
  • Speaking of weapons… yes, I think that all weapons should be banned. But your kid better not talk about a gun or sword, or even draw one. When my son was in kindergarten, he drew a picture of a war with soldiers fighting. That won him a trip to the principal’s office.

There are many others, but my point is this: I think that we’ve become SO overly cautious (and PC) that not only is it making life more difficult, but I think it’s keeping our children from experiencing some important growing pains. As a parent, I have been equally concerned with the social learning at school as I am the academic aspect. There are situations at school that I think kids NEED to experience in order to learn. They need to learn how to resolve fights with friends/peers without an immediate interference from an adult. When there is a problem and a parent or teacher jumps in, it robs that child of the opportunity to learn from that experience. It’s the best lesson in conflict resolution! When a situation is uncomfortable for a child, and we as adults change things to make it more comfortable, it can sometimes do more harm than good. That child is robbed of an opportunity to learn how to compromise or internally comfort and settle themselves if never in a situation where they have to. I am quite conservative when it comes to safety in our schools, and pretty much all things kids, but come on… haven’t we gone too far?

Even more frustrating to me is changing the “rules” to accommodate the minority. The “no Christmas” thing came about when a child’s parent who was not Christian complained that it violated her rights and was being disrespectful to her and her beliefs. OK, I get why they think it was an issue, but I see 2 problems with this. 1) do you change behaviors, traditions, celebrations that is in line with what the  majority (probably 90%) of the population practice to appease the very small minority? I think it’s OK to teach kids that they don’t have to participate in something that is not in line with their beliefs, but that does not give them the right to ask others to not participate. 2) More importantly, I am afraid what message this sends to children. In life, aka… the REAL world… just because you don’t like something doesn’t mean that EVERYONE has to give it up or compromise to make you feel comfortable. When these kids (and all kids) grow up and are out there in the workplace,  are they going to tell a boss “no” because they don’t feel like doing something? I worry that our kids are growing up with such an incredible (and scary) sense of entitlement, what kind of adults, employees, friends, parents are they going to be?

When I was in high school, there was a girl who didn’t make the cheerleading squad (in our school, those who made the “cut” were then voted on by the school body). Instead of taking her loss in stride, she complained, her parents threw a fit and threatened a law suit, and they let her on just to avoid confrontation and problems. Yes, that’s EXACTLY how life should be and the lessons we should teach our children. Cry when you don’t get your way and strong-arm your way through life. Awesome.

I’m not suggesting we rule with an iron fist ( I do not spank NOR do I think that we should resort of physical punishment of any kind in school or at home). I’m simply saying that eradicating every damn possible danger and hurt feelings up to the point we are wrapping our children in bubble wrap with ear plugs and blinders on… it’s gotta go.

Below is an email my dad sent me that’s appropriate to this subject. Funny, true, and kinda sad.

HIGH SCHOOL — 1957 vs. 2011

Scenario                 1:  
Jack C.
goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck’s gun rack.
1957 –
Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack’s shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2010 –
School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.

Scenario                 2:  
and Mark get into a fist fight after school.
1957 –
Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2010 –
Police called and SWAT team arrives — they arrest both Johnny and Mark.  They are both charged with assault and both expelled even though Johnny started it.

Scenario                 3:  
will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.
1957 –
Jeffrey sent to the Principal’s office and given a good paddling by the Principal.  He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.                
2010 –
Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin.  He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The family gets extra money (SSI) from the government because Jeffrey has a disability.

Scenario                 4:  
breaks a window in his neighbor’s car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.                
1957 –
Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college and becomes a successful businessman.  
2010 –
Billy’s dad is arrested for child abuse, Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist is told by Billy’s sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy’s mom has an affair with the psychologist.

Scenario                 5:  
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.

1957 –
Mark shares his aspirin with the Principal out on the smoking dock.
2010 –
The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.

Scenario                 6:  
Pedro fails high school English.

1957 –
Pedro goes to summer school, passes English and goes to college.
2010 –
Pedro’s cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a  requirement for graduation is racist.  ACLU files class action lawsuit against the state school system and Pedro’s English teacher. English is then banned from core curriculum. Pedro is given his diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.

Scenario                 7:  
Jack C. takes apart leftover firecrackers from the Fourth of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant  bed.
1957 –
Ants die.
ATF, Homeland Security and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism.  The FBI investigates his parents – and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny’s dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.

Scenario                 8:  
falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee.  He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.  
1957 –
In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.                
2010 –
Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.