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    10/25/2007

    Simple Healthcare Tips

    With middle age comes a mid-life crisis for some.  For others it means stepping into the wide world of decline when health problems start to raise their ugly little heads.  Some people may be blessed with a great genetic make-up, but for most of us who spent our younger years flying by the seat of our pants and teetering on the edge, we find ourselves the products of those years of bad choices, risky lifestyles and life's glorious excesses.  So what do we do?  So do we freak-out and quietly fall apart?  Or do we do the unthinkable and explore a new world of using pharmaceuticals for actual medicinal reasons?  Do we start taking our doctor’s advice as our medical charts start to grow thicker with lab results, surgical reports and progress notes? Those carefree days of recreational use and abuse have now ceased and we stand humbled as our doctor writes each Rx.  We stand wondering what side effects might follow hoping that the cost of our healthcare will result in lower cholesterol, lower blood pressure, a peaceful sense of well-being and ultimately a longer life.

     

    In the past few years I’ve learned a lot about the healthcare system as a whole. Most of the following things may be commonsense things that will prompt a quick response of “I knew that”, but often times we get in a doctor’s office and go blank. Consider this a refresher course or just a gentle nudge in the right direction.

     

    Life is full of choices. Remember that when selecting a doctor! Word of mouth referrals are probably the most helpful in weeding through all the doctors from Dr, Jekyll to Dr. House to Dr. Welby to Dr. Doolittle. Ask your friends, relatives and co-workers who they use. Doctors develop reputations that follow them wherever they go. Your doctor isn’t supposed to be the enemy, so if he or she acts like the enemy it’s time to find someone new. Nothing says you have to feel entirely uncomfortable for those few minutes while you’re prodded and probed, so why pay for someone who makes you feel like a pin cushion and like just another chart number to be filed away and forgotten about as soon as you leave the building? If you don’t feel good about the person with whom you’ve entrusted your life then it’s time for a change. And keep changing it until you find someone you like, respect and trust.  This person might have to assist you in making some life and death decisions along the way, so it might benefit you to get a doctor who not only knows your name, but knows your person.

     

    After you find the right doctor, my first suggestion is to start making a list of things you want to discuss during each appointment. You spend your hard-earned money to pay for your office visits, so get your money’s worth while you’re there. I’ve found that doing a little homework about my health problems makes it easier to talk to my doctor.  The internet is great resource for medical information. Arm yourself with facts and don’t be afraid to ask your doctor questions about new procedures and new medicines.  A good doctor will take note of the interest you show as being a signal that you might be more apt to be compliant in any prescribed course of action.  Often times I forget that my doctor isn’t a mind reader and can’t properly diagnose and treat me unless I’m completely candid about my symptoms.  Even small details might be crucial in an accurate diagnosis because many illnesses mimic each other in their early stages, so don’t dismiss anything as being insignificant if it consistently bothers you. Let the doctor be the judge of a symptom’s significance.

     

    Next, definitely learn about the drugs that you may have to take for the rest of your life. Find out what the long term effects may be and if periodic lab work will be required to make sure you remain within normal ranges. For instance, those people taking lithium to treat bipolar disorder need to be closely monitored because the difference between an accepted therapeutic level and a toxic level is a very small range. Also, ask your doctor about new drugs that may come available in the near future.  Trust me; your doctors are constantly courted by many drug reps wanting them to write prescriptions for their drugs. A good doctor knows which drugs work best and will recommend them without hesitation.

     

    Tune in next time for the commonsense approach to health insurance. For now, this is Nurse Ratched signing off to get some much needed beauty sleep.

     
    10/23/2007

    Rockets Redglare

    ...And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
    Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there...
     
    Yes, Rockets Redglare was aptly named, yet I knew him long before those days in New York City.  I knew him when he was just Michael Morra... just another misfit lost soul among many. Below are the words I wrote to my cohorts, the survivors of Kinsman Hall about a documentary I watched this past week:
     
    It's not an OMG or even an OH MY GOD!!! It's more like an 0-H-M-Y-G-O-D screamed silently during a nightmare. The noise echoes inside and then fades away into oblivion. It’s something horrifying, mind-boggling and entirely too REAL.

    It took me several days to finish watching the documentary of Michael Morra's life, better known to the people of NYC as Rockets Redglare. I had to keep hitting pause because I found myself going through a whole range of emotions...regret, anger, sadness, disgust and even a few moments of happiness. I hated the way Mike accepted the things that ultimately destroyed him, yet I understood each step he took because within each of us we have our own private hell, a darkness waiting to consume us beckoning to us every now and then to listen and follow. For us, the lucky ones, that voice we hear is one we are able to ignore.

    I finally got the opportunity to say good-bye to someone who once was my friend. Thank you Jill for giving me the chance to do something I didn't have the courage to do myself. (a behind the scenes explanation: Jill sent me the documentary) In saying good-bye, I realized that for those of us who knew Mike at KH, we definitely got the best he had to offer. His light burned bright and he truly was Rockets Redglare! Like many others that KH couldn't help, Mike was lost to us and became a product of his own destiny. I think the most important thing this film made me realize was that I wasn’t ready to say good–bye to yet another friend who like Mike is a product of his own destiny. Like Mike, he is larger than life and loved by many and like Mike, his path has been one filled with self-destruction and unfulfilled dreams. A few years ago on the old messageboard, I wrote a message to this person. Somehow my written words helped heal a wound at that time. I can only hope that in time, it will do the same thing again:

    To B-
    “God, grant me the serenity
    to accept the things I cannot change;
    courage to change the things I can;
    and wisdom to know the difference.

    I write these words to someone I love dearly in hopes that it will make that person realize how much they are truly loved and admired for all they are and not for what they might have been or should have been. When I look at you, my friend, I see a person who at times has gone to extremes, but there deeply rooted within your core, the very essence that makes you who you are today is a gentle soul and giving heart. I cannot take your pain away, but please know if I could, I would because your smile and laughter are two of the most beautiful, infectious things I have ever known and the world is a darker place without them. Please find peace, my friend and realize how much you are truly wanted and needed. I miss you!”
    10/19/2007

    Maine's Misconceptions

    The residents of Maine can be divided into two camps.  The first are Mainers.  They epitomize the true heritage and values of Maine.  Then there are the Mainiacs who have incorporated their New England heritage and values into this new millennium.  They realize that few things in life are black or white.  Yes, they know right from wrong, but more importantly they realize that in the real world most people live in the many shades of gray somewhere between black and white (right and wrong). Yes, they know the times they are a changing!

     

    Splashed across the news a few days ago was a story about a middle school in Maine.  The school board voted on giving King Middle School in Portland, Maine the right to distribute oral contraceptives to its female students.  The big issue that sparked many debates seemed to be the age of the females that might benefit from their decision.  No one wants to believe children ages 11 to 13 are having sex because in an ideal world people wait until marriage to engage in sexual activity.  But at this school, some brave girls have stepped forward and have admitted to having sex.  I guess their ugly admission of truth blew the whole ideal world concept to smithereens.  It forced people to think about the unthinkable.  OMG, the world isn’t ideal afterall!!!

     

    I listened to a couple debates and wondered why the people debating this issue kept missing the most important point...11 year old girls are sexually active.  It didn't matter what each side said because right and wrong had already been transcended.  Right and wrong was no longer the issue. The damage couldn’t miraculously be undone.  I think the school board simply was trying to step in and make a responsible decision leaving morals out of the ugly reality they needed to face.  Yes, people were outraged and they should be outraged.  Children should be children, but I'm afraid society entices our children grow up faster now than in times past. As a result, children eleven years old really do have sex.  It’s a scary thought, isn’t it?

     

    Everything a child is exposed to from day one teaches them about life.  Think about what they have learned from television, music, movies, books, magazines, friends and unfortunately many well-meaning adults as they grow up.  Can anyone deny how strong these influences are on our children as they try to emulate their idols?  Yet denial is what we do each time a young girl turns up pregnant or something bad happens.  We shake our heads and talk about what a shame it is.  How she’s ruined her life and how terrible her parents must be.  We want to tar and feather the hooligan who got her pregnant.  We’re all quick to pass judgment and slow to face the real problem.  

     

    I think the part that really got my attention was learning that the old double standard is alive and well in this liberal New England hamlet.  In the year 2000, no one raised an eyebrow when the same school board decided to make condoms available for the male students.  For 7 years, the male students have benefited from their decision.  In a perfect world, parents educate their children about sex so they don't have to learn about it through other means.  So in an imperfect world what do we do?  Do we ignore the fact that too children are sexually active and becoming pregnant?  Do we ignore the fact that children are spreading sexually transmitted diseases?  Do we turn the other way ignoring the problem and criticizing those who aggressively try to address the issue?  Do we blame them for our children having sex or do we thank them for trying to protect all the children who have fallen through the cracks and are products of flawed values, weak role models and dysfunctional families?

    10/17/2007

    Blogging & Friendships

    [Rant on]

    When I first got involved in blogging, blogging seemed like a great way express myself. Along the way, I've shared candid tidbits about my life to satisfy those incurable voyeurs lurking out here in the blogosphere and to connect with people who could relate to the various paths I have stumbled down.  I even have made friends with several wonderful people during my time as an amateur blogger.  I call them "friends" for lack of any better terminology.  I'm surprised that no one has coined a term for those people we develop relationships with via the internet.  Maybe there is a term and I'm just behind the times and need to be schooled on internet jargon.

     

    One of the things that perplexes me most about online relationships is how or why many people leave me requests to "add" them, yet most of the people have never even attempted to indicate they visit my blog.  No, it isn't mandatory that anyone has to leave a comment for me to read, BUT I'm sure most bloggers would agree getting feedback is the type of fuel they want and need.  I guess what I really don't understand is the whole social networking concept...why add someone as a "friend" if that person isn't someone you communicate with on any level?  Am I showing my age here by not thinking social networking is the greatest thing since friendships first began?  Is having a large list of "friends" a status symbol or something?  If so, I'd like to think of myself as a vintage Jaguar and not some hoopty wagon held together with duct tape.  When I think of myself in those terms it makes more sense why anyone would want this babyboomer extraordinaire/grandmother as part of their social network.  

     

    [Rant off]

     

    Now, on to bigger boondoggles for all those people who actually take the time to read my literary ramblings and/or who consider me a "friend". This part is written by the hoopty wagon held together with duct tape:

     

    Many of you know I am diabetic and have had the typical struggles that most diabetics encounter.  Since being diagnosed a few years ago, I have taken oral meds, but during the last year as my Hemoglobin A1C has slowly crept into the "oops, we need to do something about this" range and my health problems have increased  as a result of my diabetes, I have found myself forgetting what feeling normal feels like.  I have reached the point of feeling physically ill all the time and my energy level has been depleted to the point of just going to work everyday is a great undertaking.

     

    I have told my doctor from day one that I didn't want to ever start using insulin and so far, it hasn't been an issue.  I guess in my mind I equate using insulin with the beginning of the end and let's face it, that's a place nobody wants to be.  My doctor did tell me that the time might come when taking insulin wouldn't be an option.  It would be something I would have to do regardless of how I felt about it.  Taking insulin makes me think of various family members who were insulin dependent diabetics.  Some suffered from strokes that left them paralyzed while others have lost limbs due to gangrene.  I know my thinking is probably a bit twisted and irrational regarding this subject, but because of how I feel I have struggled with the idea of taking insulin.  My rational side knows diabetes can be controlled and many diabetics live long productive lives free of any major health issues.

     

    Last week I learned that the time has come to try a different approach because my oral meds have stopped being as effective as they once were.  My doctor has decided to try me on a relatively new drug called Byetta.  I don't know much about the drug other than it is an alternative to insulin.  Unlike insulin, the dose administered isn't dependent upon a blood glucose reading.  I simply take the shots before breakfast and before dinner, but NEVER after a meal because it can cause a sudden hypoglycemic reaction.  So are any of you familiar with Byetta?  If so, I sure could use some positive reinforcement and would appreciate any information about the drug other than what I've read on the internet. Any first hand testimony would ease my mind a lot quicker than all the facts posted by the drug manufacturer.

    10/9/2007

    Warning: Love Can Be Hazardous To Your Health

    Over the years there has been many "scare" campaigns to get people to wake up and live healthier lives.  We all know smoking can lead to lung and heart disease.  Excessive alcohol consumption over time can cause liver and brain damage. Eating fiberous roughage can help prevent colon cancer, yet excessive fiber intake can cause the silent but deadly MGA (massive gas attacks). The mercury in canned tunafish is harmful if you eat more than 1 can of tuna every 2 weeks over a prolonged period of time. Artificial sweeteners in the past were rumored to cause cancer.  Sugar and caffeine have been on the medical journal hit list for years being suspect to causing everthing from hyperactivity to enlarged prostrates. The list goes on and on and have many people wondering just what is safe to ingest and what activities should we avoid.
     
    Today I got a chuckle from an article claiming bad relationships can lead to heart disease. Soon the term "broken-hearted" will take on a whole new meaning! I foresee in the future when people suffer from being broken hearted it will be grounds for having someone arrested for attempted murder? Single people will no longer have to bear the stigma of being viewed as freaks or damaged goods with excessive baggage. Single people will be able to simply answer when quizzed about not having a significant other that they are trying to live a healthier lifestyle and avoid dying at a young age. The next time when the possibility of having a relationship with someone happens, ask yourself how that special someone will impact your overall health.  Are they going to be like alcohol and feel great for a short while, but become detrimental over time or will they be like fiber causing some mild discomfort from time to time, but actually help prevent anything bad from happening?
     
    10/4/2007

    A Step In The Right Direction

    The big question as I begin writing this is whether or not I should use real names??? Hmmmmmm...tempting, but not a smart thing to do, so for now I'll just let the truth remain faceless. What can be said about changing jobs that isn't dripping with hate and discontent? Okay, I can honestly say I'll miss most of the people I left behind in that cloud of dust that is quickly becoming the ruination of a thriving medical practice. I'd like to say I've gotten wiser with age and I left because it was the right thing to do, but I think the truth lies more in saying that the fight this time just wasn't worth my continued effort.  What would I actually be winning by staying? For once, sticking with something just out of principle  didn't seem worth the amount of stress I felt each day or the sacrifices I was making. I was beginning to feel like a sell-out by supporting a situation I loathed.  You see, when a new boss makes Attila the Hun look like a saint and wears a "bitch" badge like an expensive piece of jewelry, you know the road is only going to get longer and bumpier. When going to work each day becames a struggle and you begin to feel the same things as a person trapped in an abusive relationship, it's time to leave. 
     
    Eventually when that brief moment of clarity comes, an inner voice finally shouts loud and clear that life is too short to waste it working for someone who has no respect for anyone and is clueless when it comes to measuring an anyone's worth, it's time to type a short resignation letter giving two weeks notice.  It's time to leave before your annual evaluation because the measly amount of money offered as a raise would only add insult to injury.  When you can see how you feel reflected in all the faces of your co-workers and you know that it isn't within your power to change anything, it's time to say good bye and good luck.
     
    As fate had it, just as I got to the end of my rope, someone threw me a much needed lifeline. My old boss offered me a job...more money, better benefits and much better working conditions. The downside of changing jobs is having to learn a whole new system. I knew all the aspects of the billing department for a large nephrology practice (kidney specialist) and know absolutely nothing about the same size surgical practice...but I'll learn.  And the stress felt from the learning process is nothing in comparison to the weight that was lifted from my shoulders the last day I clocked out. 
     
    I began to seriously wonder if "Attila" suffers from an untreated psychiatric disorder due to her erratic, explosive behavior, but I knew I didn't want to stick around to find out just how outrageous she'd get during her infamous feeding frenzies.  She is clearly a power hungry, Type-A, control freak suffering from some bizarre form of what I call "business" tourette's syndrome because her behavior is a classic example of unacceptable managerial behaviors. She takes credit for everyone's accomplishments as her own, tries to buy people's loyalty, micro manages everything instead of focusing on the big picture, compulsively lies in order to cover her mismanagement blunders, makes wild false accusations effecting people's professional reputations, thrives on gossip, treats people with no respect, is convinced she knows everything, is never wrong about anything, has explosive tantrums with threatening overtones, creates misery and discontent throughout the workplace and runs all the good employess off and replaces them with "yes" people who are barely one step above being bonafide idiots.  
     
    Wow! I just had a comforting thought...it's not my problem and tomorrow when I go to work, I'll be at a place much different than the place I was a month ago.  HIP HIP HORRAY!!!