Shake Your Booty- Guilty Pleasure

It is Thursday and I am sitting in my designated pod at work. I am a nurse but I work in an office setting. I currently authorize for a specific insurance provider's home health area. We are slow on the phones at the time and I have looked at enough faxes to sink a ship. That's when I hear it. Shake, shake shake.. Shake your booty. Even now I can't remember the rest of the words and I just heard it, but the tune is stuck in my head and I find myself bobbing my head to the tune anyway. Have you ever had one of those songs that make you instinctively dance in your chair? You can't help it. You can't control it. It just happens. I have found that this is one of them for me. I can't say the 70's were my heyday. Heck I wasn't born until the late 70's, but some of the old disco tunes are a guilty pleasure of mine.. I Will Survive, Stayin Alive, and a few more stick out in my head. I used to dance to them when I was a little girl. I would jiggle and shake and didn't care who was watching. I guess it brings back that complete carefree abandonment that we seem to loose as we get older. I know I have.

I have a few other guilty pleasures, not so sure if I should share, but what the heck. I can still find myself singing along to old New Kids on the Block songs... ohhhhh don't tell anyone. I was a blockhead. Bedspread, sheets and all. I watched Night Rider as a kid and would probably still watch the reruns. Ok enough of my secrets. I hope you can indulge in any of your guilty pleasures and I hope you dance like no one is watching.

Seizures....

Ok. To be continued starts now. I told everyone about work and my Saturday night out. I will proceed to Tuesday night. I had just gotten off work and drove to my parents home. They have been nice enough to keep my dog while I have been working some horrible hours. If you ask anyone who knows me or if you know me ,then you are aware my doggy is spoiled rotten. She is rambunctious at times but most of the time she just cuddles up next to me and keeps me company. She is my baby and makes me laugh when I feel like there is really nothing left to laugh about. She is always excited to see me unlike some people. Anyway, I go to my parents home to pick her up and decide to stay for dinner. My mom was in the kitchen cooking and my dad and I were in the living room watching TV. I noticed Habit, my dog, sitting in the floor and it looked like she was choking on something. She stopped and went about her business of playing and harassing my parents dog. I thought she might have had something caught in her throat and didn't think about it anymore. Then she started doing it again, more frequently. It seemed to be getting stronger.

She wound sit and her throat would look like it was spasming but she made no noise and it scared her. She would run and jump into my lap afterward. Mom went to call the vet when she had a big one. She was in the middle of the floor. Her yes got huge. Her little tongue started jutting out like she was licking the air over and over. Her head jerked and her throat started the spasms again hard enough she made a horrible wheezing noise. Her front legs got really stiff and turned out and I could not get her attention. It scared the hell out of me. I am a nurse, I know what to do when humans have problems. I had no clue what to do for a dog. My mom and I rushed her up to the puppy hospital. She was so not herself. She lay in my arms and would just barely lift her head to look around at the other animals in the waiting room. Normally she would be doing her best to get down to play with them. We got back into the room and the vet came in and examined her. They think it was the flea and tick topical treatment my mom put on her that afternoon. They drew some blood from her neck and gave her a heck of a scrub down. While we were waiting for the lab work to come back and she had her bath, she began to perk up and become more like herself. They let us come home with her under close observation for the past couple days. I am happy to say she has not had any further seizures. The vet did tell us that many animals have seizures with the brand of flea medication we used. Especially cats. She is about the same size as a cat and was dosed correctly. Warning do not put Hartz on your animals. The vet recommended Frontline or Advantage for safety. I know that is all my baby will be wearing from now on.

Work, Kareokee and Seizures

I thought I would give everyone an update before I was informed I need to blog. Work has been crazy for the last few weeks. Many changes then changing right back to the old way. Sometimes I want to say, " I only have so much brain function for retention of information. If you continue to clog it up with useless nonsense then I will not be able to retain the information you would like to continue to use." I haven't said it, but it has been right the on the tip of my tongue. We fell further behind and the workload was stacking up. Since they went back to the old way of doing things we are catching up, slowly but surely. I have been putting in 50-60 hour work weeks. It does make for one tired puppy. Enough about work. It is boring.

I am not sure how many of you read Redneck Girls blog, but she did mention we went out Saturday night. It was the first night I have been out since June and I was long overdue. Dinner and kareokee. I was the DD. At dinner the waiter proceeded to sit down and have a nice long chat about his childs mother ( not sure if he was with her or not), I am not sure he knew if he was with her, his drug habit, the sorry management of the establishment we were dining at, and his tattoo. Hey I just asked what he did to his neck to require a band aid. I'm a nurse, its in my nature. I may thing twice before asking again. We were there for over 2 hours. This guy had more baggage than Paris Hilton on a month long vacation.

After we left the restaurant we hit a little whole in the wall bar for kareokee. This used to be one of our favorite places to hang out. It has lost some of its appeal. Our favorite DJ quit and the one that replaced him is ok but just not as personable. Also my favorite bar tenders have left and been replaced with something not so great. I wanted to give the woman a chance so I sat back for a few minutes when we first got there and watched. She was Johnny-on-the-spot when it came to fufilling the drink orders of the male population but the women had to work to get noticed and served. Not very good for business the nights me and my friends come in. Between the 4 of us we can drop a good deal of cash on alcohol, especially since we like to shoot tequila. Second her attire screamed "white trash". I am not always the best dressed or even the most sophisticated person, but nothing like this. Picture-- Female , early to mid 40's, bleach blond hair with her dark roots somewhat prominent. I would say she was a size 14-16. Cut off blue jeans into short daisy duke shorts with a camel toe that went from here to Egypt. Lets just say I was afraid I was going to see pussy lips coming out the side of the shorts. Yipes!!!!!! Anyway we sang some kareokee. My best friend got hit on and we called it a night. Not too bad for a night out.

I think I will make a separate post for the seizures....... to be continued

Space Invaders!!

Today's blog is a bit of a lighter subject. A rant so to speak. Space invaders!!! No I do not mean the old Atari video game. I am talking about people. Rude and thoughtless people who care not about others personal space. I am a nurse, but I work in a office setting. We authorize services for patients depending on the type of care they need. Currently I am authorizing for Home Health services. Insurance companies contract my company to handle their clients needs. We recently were re-awarded the contract I have been working for the last 3 years. It just so happens am one of the people in my department that trains . When the heads of the company that we are contracted under wanted to see how well we were implementing a new system they sat them next to me. Generally I do not have a problem with this. I am competent in my job and communicate well. I do work in a rather small cubicle but have a large monitor. The other day my supervisor brings one of the people who want to observe to my cube. She deposits them at my side with the instruction " they are just going to watch you work". WRONG!!!!!! The lady they sat with me had a note pad and pen, and would jot every small detail down as I attempted to review cases. She grilled me on the review types and new implementation like I was on trial for murder and they just found the gun. Did I have a problem with this? NO. That is part of my job. No problem. I answered the question while working and taking care of our providers. I can multi-task. I didn't start to have a big problem until she proceeded to become a space invader. She butted right into my personal space. It was so bad I thought she was either going to sit on my lap or wanted to do the review herself. I asked if she could see ok, and was granted a yes response. Yet she didn't move away.


I understand tact is needed in situations such as this so I slowly scooted my chair in the opposite direction. She would follow. I then decided it was time to ignore her. Maybe that was just how she was. At the end of the day I was wiped out. I understand the need for personal space to be invaded if you are in an elevator, bar, crowded room, etc. For those of you who do it on a regular basis when there is plenty of space around you let me remind you of a few things. One, a person may not be as "fresh" smelling as they were when they woke up that morning. You may be offending by more than just crowding. Second, it is easy to misinterpret as hostile or harassing. People tend to get defensive.

Just thought I would let it out. I like my space. I don't like people I don't know well invading it. Ok, sometimes I don't like people I do know well invading it...LOL. Let's revert back to a ground rule of kindergarten. Keep your hands and the rest of your body to yourself. So how do you tell someone to back off diplomatically? HMMMMMM

The Amusement Park Called Life

When I was young I used to love riding amusement park rides: roller coasters, swings, water rafts, bumper cars. I loved them all. The faster the better. The way my heart felt when the roller coaster flew down the hill or the anticipation as it climbed is very hard to duplicate. My parents used to take the family to such places as Disney World, Kings Island, Santa Clause Land ( aka Holiday World) and of course the Kentucky State Fair. I can close my eyes and almost be trasnported back to those times. The smell of corn dogs at the fair, funnel cakes and cotton candy abounded. It never ceases to bring a smile to my face. Also it was a time when my family was whole. I can always remember dragging my brother from one ride to the next. Conning him into the scarrier ones, even though I knew he would cry. He always found a way to get me back though..lol. As I grow older and miss those carefree times I can't help but see how much life itself is like and amusement park ride. The thrill, the joy, the fear, and the sadness when it is over.

I have had an especially difficult month. Most people either do not realize how difficult or don't care. There are a select few who seem to understand. Thank you for that. Since my last blog my father has had to have his hand amputated. I have been dealing with his feelings of decreased self worth, my mothers guilt for having to have it done ( she had to make the decision), explaining to my younger brother why ( who is hundreds of miles away), and everyones elses questions on "how is your dad". I have also had to make some very difficult decisions about my own life. I have placed my home for sale. I will be moving back in with my parents for a small duration of time. My own feelings of failure, guilt, and worthlessness threaten to overwhelm. See I used to be the rock. I didn't let many people in and I didn't let anyone see my weaknesses. Now I can't keep from it.

I am riding the roller coaster of life and let me tell you right now I am climbing that hill. The fear of the unknown and what is yet to come, the anticipation for the thrill of flying through the air ( release) are forefront in my mind. I hope everyone who reads enjoys thier ride. Close your eyes and hold on tight. Sometimes its a little bumpy.