DD starts back to school today.  She is going to Summer School.  I have had a lot of trouble getting the info on this program and got a call yesterday from the teacher.  My fears were dismissed and thus she will begin today.  Of course right off the bat we have some medical issues that will cause her to miss some time on the second day.  We could have taken care of it today…but didn’t want to mess up the first day.  She’s anxious enough about it anyway. 

Tomorrow she will have to go get an abdominal x-ray to see if we can’t figure out what’s amiss with her tummy.  And of course after all of this…she slept like a baby last night with not tummy aches.  UGH…  Doc is thinking constipation.  I’m hoping that’s all it is.  While we’re at it he’s having a chest x-ray done as well. 

We changed doctors a couple years back and had gone thru this with the first doctor she had.  We got her educated and now we’re starting with this doc.  This doc won’t get off the +ppb issue with her having a bcg shot while in China.  (BCG is a sort of immunization against TB.  +ppb means she tested positive for TB…which of course she would, she’s been immunized.)  We’ve had the chest x-ray done and have been in contact with the health department 4 years ago.  It is driving me insane.  At this point he’s getting ready to contact the health department of which I am all for.  They will help me explain to him how this all works and get him off my back.  I got sort of tickled when we went to the office yesterday. They have all this paperwork ready for me to fill out for contacting the health department.  DD’s nurse (male) takes a look at it and flips thru her records and says “Why are you doing this?”  She had the BCG.  I look at him and say the doc wants the info.  He rolls his eyes at me.  So when we leave he says…okay…we’ll see you Friday when she tests + for the ppb and you’ll get the chest x-ray back – because she had the (emphasis) BCG.  Doc will have contacted the health department and have the info from them and we’ll hopefully be done with this doc.  I’ll get copies of all of the documentation from this doc so that we will hopefully be done with this.  Of course the previous doc passed it all on to this doc and it didn’t seem to matter anyway.  UGH…guess it will be a lifelong issue for her.  Poor girl!  What I don’t have though is a copy of the health departments comments…so hope to get those this time.

I recieved a note from someone whom I usually just delete the messages.  They send me all the weblore and junk that goes around on the net.  I decided to read this one post on Memorial Day and I’m glad I did.  I did do a web search and found this government site to back it up.

National Moment of Remembrance

I went in yesterday to have an endometrial biopsy done.  I think I posted in a previous post about paying for the doctors new office building.  I spoke to them yesterday about the cost of going in to get my results and can’t those just be mailed to me or phoned?  Apparently there was a new law passed in the last couple of years that says no.  I don’t get it.  Even if I put it in writing…my doctor is unable to give me what I want over the phone or thru the mail.  That is absolutely ridiculous.  ANYWHO…on to the biopsy experience….

 The doctor has me on the table and asks…did you take ibuprofen?  Uhm?  Ibuprofen?  Was I supposed to?  No one told me that!  “Well it would have helped you with the pain and cramping this procedure can sometimes cause.”  I’m thinking…well that’s darn right nice of you to tell me now.  And then you don’t offer me any to boot!  Of course the last time I went to the emergency clinic with a high fever they gave me one and then charged me $6 for it.  I could buy a whole bottle for that amount. No thank you!

Woowhoo.  Today is the last day of school.  I am so happy to not have to run here there and everywhere for at least two weeks.  My house is such a wreck from all the running around and basically running into the house and dumping before running out.

I’ve been looking at water slides for a few weeks now to entertain the kids for summer.  I went by Walmart yesterday to purchase the one we’d settled on and they were GONE!  Whaaa!  So I bought a similar one at Sam’s last night.  Then came home and checked out some stuff on the internet.  I’ve decided to take this one back and call other Walmarts in the area because we really do want the one from there.  It is bigger and has a higher weight limit so that DH and I can play too.  One more thing to do today!  Hopefully I’ll have success and tomorrow we’ll be sliding down and getting wet and dirty.  Did I say, “Woowhoo!  Last day of school!”?

I went to the awards ceremony yesterday and DS’s teacher gave me some gallon milk jugs the students had collected for a game I’m creating for the end of school party.  She had them in a big black garbage bag.  I go home after the awards and go on with my day.  Later in the day I have this panic attack.  I do not remember putting the bag in the van when I left.  I arrive at school early to pick up the kids and check lost and found.  No bag.  I check the office.  The regular custodian had left early due to an illness in her family.  The on duty custodian had just arrived so had no information on the likely where abouts.  I go out with her and the lady from the lunch room to look for these in the dumpster.  Yes, I climbed in and lifted every singe bag in there.  Thankfully everything was bagged and I could tell instantly from each bag it was not there.  We go back to the office.  DS is now out of class so he catches up to me in the office.  I’m talking with a friend and one of the ladies working behind the counter about it and laughing that they should have had the camera.  They missed a great opportunity…but NO bag!  DS then pipes in and asks what I was looking for.  I told him and he says…”I carried it to the van and put it in this morning.  It’s in the back.”    Talk about embarassing.  I know he did a very kind and helpful thing which was the message I gave…but inside I wanted to .

DS “crossed over” in cubscouts last night to Webelos.  The ceremonies are so cute and I always get teary eyed.  In one part of the ceremony the den master breaks an arrow over the shoulder of the Bear Scout.  The first one he was doing, the child kept saying “ouch”  “ouch” “Ouch!”  At that point he figured out he couldn’t break it ”ON” their shoulder.  <"img src="http://chestnut4.biz/smilies/LoL.gif">  He had to break them “OVER” their shoulder.  Back to the milk carton story….

At the den meeting one of the leaders came to me and I thought he asked me if I got the Milk Duds?  I have another little panic run thru me.  “Milk Duds?  Was I supposed to get Milk Duds?  What did they need Milk Duds for?  Should I run to the store?  Did I have enough time?”  He said I thought it was you that needed them!  Didn’t you need them for DS’s class? 

BING, Brain clicks in!  MILK JUGS!  He and his wife had been collecting for me and had them.  I will be so happy to be done with MILK JUGS!