Uncomfortable?...in a hospital?

Recently, my wife had been admitted to the hospital for what possibly could be a kidney infection. Possibly? Does anyone think maybe that at $500 a night plus meds that we could possibly get a better idea than possibly. She checked in Thursday morning. My wife tells me I am due for my medication again at 8:00 pm and as 8:35 pm rolls around, a new nurse comes on board and checks in. My wife says, "Do I get anymore medicine", to which the nurse responds, "I didn't know you were due for any medication, I'll go get them." She pauses and says, "What are you supposed to get?" REALLY? When is it the patients responsibility to keep track of the medication that the doctor prescribes and is it maybe important or urgent for patients to get their medication ON TIME? Thursday ends without any improvement and as Friday rolls around, my wife realizes that she did not get anything to eat nor was she asked if she wanted anything to eat. She finally decides to ask the nurse if she is going to be fed at 11:00 am on Friday. The nurse responds, "They haven't brought you anything to eat?" Apparently they forgot about my wife downstairs....wherever that magical place may be....the elves that make the food for the hospital patients. I think maybe a class to teach hospital workers skills in communication should be a prerequisite. Anyways, I want to get back to the whole idea of the doctors not knowing for sure what is wrong. That makes me very uncomfortable. Doctors are paid hundreds of thousand of dollars a year to know what's wrong. I have always been strong in science but I sometime find that the medical field is more of a hopeful guessing game than a science. I stand behind my strong belief that there are only 2 reasons to be in a hospital....BIRTH and HORRIBLE PAIN IF NOT DEATH!

P.s. I apologize to my friends and family who work in the medical field and I am sure that you guys do a wonderful job....I am just frustrated because I am spending the nights at home alone in a giant house while my wife is in pain while doctors only check on her once every 24 hours.

Real estate crisis?....I think NOT!

Another week has rolled by as our house remains in a pending sold status. Another week rolls by as I sit here on our couch surrounded by brown cardboard boxes stuffed with our worldly possessions. Another week rolls by as our dogs tippy toe around everything in our house in an attempt to get to their chairs. My wife questioned last night if there really was a real estate crisis and who really was responsible for it....the banks?...the borrowers?...maybe aliens from outer space? As I sit dreaming that we will be in our dream home this week, I wonder what the mortgage guy is doing. Maybe he is doing his job, maybe he's drinking coffee, maybe he's on the phone telling someone elses real estate agent they should cool their jets. Maybe he should realize that my wife and I are here ready to buy an outrageously expensive house that only this experience will make me wish and hope that I die there and not have to relive this nightmare again. I only wish that I can get this guys name so I can flatten his tires and leave a business card on his windshield. Or, maybe I could call SHADOW HARE to aid me in my beckoning for help. But seriously, sometimes you wonder if the obvious cause is the real cause!

Date night or the future of the free world?

Is it really necessary to notify everyone in America that the Obamas had date night? It must be wonderful to have your own private room at some fancy schmancy French restaurant. It must be nice to have 72 hour short ribs and a lobster bisque sandwich for dinner but wait....someone must taste the food before it can be consumed. Mr. Obama....or should I say President Obama, what about the country. I don't disagree that with all your responsibilities of running a country that sometimes you and Michelle could use a break...especially since she can be proud of being an American now only since you've been elected...but do we really need to be notified of how wonderful your life is while we sit here wondering if our bank will shut down next or will I have a job next week. You enjoy 72 hour short ribs while I eat my chinese lunch special...all the while...People like my mother raise 3 kids, make a car payment, and pay the mortage on 32 hours of pay. I guess it's good to be the king...ahem...I mean the president.

No offense but......

I welcome everyone to my new pastime...blogging. I have always found anything involving thinking and writing to be agonizingly painful but lately, it's more painful to just sit here and watch as society and life crumbles to the ground. I figured I would get my shots in too. I apologize in advance to those who find my ranting and whining offensive...but I maintain my stance....TOO BAD, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!!!...I tell it as I see it, and I spell it as I read it...whatever that means. I'm pretty sure this is my 1st amendment right. Feel free to correct me only if you have facts in line otherwise, sit back and wonder in your own chair at your own home.