I am in awe of the beauty that is in the world around us if we just take the time to appreciate it. This past weekend I was up at the lake for a much needed respite. It was so relaxing. We spent a lot of time in the back country of the mountains without a lot of others around us. It was nice to be in a lower stress environment and breathe in the beauty around us. It was hard to get ready to come home and go back to work. I would love to have a nice cabin in the mountains and be able to escape the world of chaos we live in. For now I guess I will have to settle for the little place at the lake.

How you know Medicine is ran by Men

Okay here is the senerio: a 34 year old male comes into the Emergency room with pressure in the chest an EKG (elctrocardiogram) is done and labs are drawn and all are normal, it is decided to keep him for 12 hours and monitor him and repeat the tests. After all that including a cardiac stress test he is sent home diagnosed with an anxiety attack but encouraged to follow up with his doctor.

Okay now for another senerio: a 34 year old female comes into the Emergency Room with pressure in the chest an EKG is done and labs are drawn and both are abnormal. After three hours she is sent home with no further EKG's or labs or any additional test and told to follow up with her doctor in a week.

The above scenerios are truthfull accounts of visits my husband and I had at different times in the same emergency room. Sad isn't it.

Heart disease is on the rise as a leading cause of death in women, but they way a woman presents with heart disease is different than that of men and is often ignored by health care providers until a heart attack occurs.

Another way that you know medicine is ruled by men is that almost all insurance carriers will pay for meds like Viagra for erectile dysfunction but will often not pay for contraception or severly limits the choices a woman has for types of contraception.

And why is it called an incompetent cervix if a woman cervix cannot withstand the weight of a full term pregnancy and not called cervical dysfunction whereas it is called erectile dysfunction when a man can't get it up and not incompetent penis or a case of a slacking penis?

Favorites

Here are some of my favorites:

1 pizza-Beau Jo's
2 soft drink-Mt Dew
3 music- '80's or country
4 all time movie- Top Gun
5 horror movie- When a Stranger Calls the original(it scares the crap out of me)
6 dumb movie- Motel Hell
7 funny movie- The redneck Comedy tour
8 country music artist- Tim McGraw or Trace Adkins
9 snack- Chocolate
10getaway- the mountains
11memory- my Grandpa
12pasttime- being with friends
13job- labor and delivery nurse
14car- my Durango
15smell- roses
16flower- roses
17color- yellow and purple
18taste- fresh baked bread
19book- anything by Stephen King or Phillippa Gregory
20'80's song- Take my breathe away (Berlin)
21country song- What Hurts the Most (Rascal Flatts) or Water and Bridges (Kenny Rogers)
22classic rock song- Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd)
23TV show- CSI
24animal- monkey
25childhood memento- my toolbox or my "Simon the Scholar" doll

Now I have told you some of my favorites what are yours? Do we have any thing in common? Did you learn something new about me? What else do you want to know? No reasonable requests refused. Hoping to hear from all of you.

Why we fold the flag 13 times

Why we fold the flag 13 times...
Have you ever noticed how the honor guard pays meticulous attention to correctly folding the American flag 13 times? Here's what each of those 13 folds mean:

The 1st fold of our flag is a symbol of life.

The 2nd fold is a symbol of our belief in eternal life.

The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing our ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of our country to attain peace throughout the world.

The 4th fold represents our weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance.

The 5th fold is a tribute to our country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, “Our Country”, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country right or wrong.

The 6th fold is for where our hearts lie. It is with our heart that We pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, Indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.

The 7th fold is a tribute to our Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that we protect our country and our flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of our republic.

The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day.

The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.

The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for defense of our country since they were first born.

The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews’ eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians’ eyes, God the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit.

The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding us of our nation’s motto, “In God We Trust.”

After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for us the rights, privileges and freedoms we enjoy today.

JADED

jad·ed
adj.
Worn out; wearied: Dulled by surfeit; sated: Cynically or pretentiously callous.

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jade2
v. jad·ed, jad·ing, jades
v.To wear out, as by overuse or overindulgence.
v.
To become weary or spiritless.

At work today one of my dearest sweetest friends told me the last couple of weeks I have seemed "Jaded". She told me it was the last couple of weeks that I was this way. She asked if anything had changed in the last two weeks. Honestly I cannot think of anything other than the normal bullshit. For awhile it has seemed that I cannot catch my breathe, that there is always something lurking behind me that needs taken care of. Because of this sleep doesn't occur that well and when I go to long without sleep I get a little bitchy. I cannot take a sleep aid because we are still doing middle of the night blood sugars for my son as he is newly on the insulin pump and we are stitweakinging his doses. My legs and feet are perpetually swollen and nothing I have tried seems to work. I know a good massage would help me and my outlook a great deal but I barely have time to eat, shit, and sleep. I don't feel rested even after a full 10 hours of sleep like I had the other day. I will make a conscience effort to not be jaded and be more like me.

Craigslist

I never knew what the big deal was with Craig's list that everyone was always talking about until now. I think I have become addicted to it. Every time I am on the internet I check it. I love checking the free stuff, RV, cars, motorcycles, and numerous other area's. There really are some great deals on there. You should check it out. http://denver.craigslist.org/

Happy Birthday to you!!

My Beautiful niece is 14 how is that possible?!! Wasn't it just yesterday I witnessed her birth. No I guess it was 14 years ago today. She has evolved into quite the beautiful, responsible, loving young lady. I am very proud of her and all of her accomplishments. Happy Birthday Kristin!!!!!!!!!!

Diabetes Camp

tomorrow this handsome young man is going off to "diabetes camp" for the third year. He has been diabetic since November 12, 1998 (or at least this is his date of diagnosis). He is now 11 and almost as tall as me. It is hard for me to let go and relax about him being away from home in the hands of others. I know this is good for him and a rite of passage but in my head he is still "my little boy". This fall he starts middle school, another rite of passage that I am not quite ready for. This kids growing up thing is harder than I ever imagined. Have fun my son.