7 Quick Takes #8

— 1 —

I have better news by FAR than yesterday – the excellent endocrinologist and my GP are both on side. Neither seem to think that it was appropriate for Husby to be denied the better treatment (particularly not based on ‘funding’ issues) and they’re all going to talk to each other and find out from the fertility doctor exactly what he thought he was doing.

— 2 —

In being referred by my GP to the fertility clinic, I discovered I will have to have a chlymidia test. No wonder the NHS is struggling with budgets. It is absolutely guaranteed that I do not have clap. Because Husby doesn’t have it. And there’s been no-one else. So thank you, box-ticking exercise, for showing our taxes hard at work.

— 3 —

Whilst waiting to see my GP, those patients in the waiting room were treated to an alarming and rather tragic happenstance. A youngish man came in accompanied by two older women, holding the hand of one. He had large abrasions down one side of his face. He looked quite happy but rather blotto. He got checked in at the desk and then one of the women said to him that they should all go and sit down now. And he freaked out, totally and utterly. His face grew instantly contorted and he wrenched away from the woman and violently headbutted the wooden door next to him several times whilst screaming in an almost unearthly manner. The door began to cave in. He was quickly pulled away from the door as doctors began running from their offices to see what the matter was. As the young man was being prevented from headbutting the door further, he kicked it off its hinges. He then pulled away again, despite the urgent calming instructions of the two women and two doctors and continued to scream whilst slamming his face against a noticeboard on the wall. After what must have been only a few seconds he was taken out of the doctor’s surgery and (I believe) backup was called. Those in the waiting room could all still hear him hollering and screaming outside. Then the noise subsided and we sat in shocked silence, adrenaline pumping at the sheer suddenness and violence of his outburst and the way he went from apparently calm to berserk self-destruct in a matter of seconds.
That poor guy must have been bound by some considerable mental or neurological torture for such hysterical, self-harming behaviour to be his most viable option when presented with such a relatively safe thing as a doctor’s waiting room. As terrifying as it was for us, I can’t imagine how he felt. His life must be so scary if that’s the type of behaviour he feels compelled to resort to. I only hope that as he was taken away, he was treated with compassion and care.

— 4 —

The day improved again – I enjoyed the privilege of being invited to (and attending, natch) my friend’s granddaughter’s school nativity. The little girl (who I’ve known since her birth) sang in the choir and took part in the choreographed songs for probably the best part of 40 minutes of choir-participation-time and there were NO words for the kids, NO teachers reminding them what to do next or what action they were on. Nothing. And the kids knew ALL of it – they WORKED that nativity. It was absolutely awesome and I felt so happy to be included. And the little girl was pleased that I’d come (bonus) and I then got to play the Game of Life with her later – a childhood fave of mine (double bonus).

— 5 —

Enter the mini-rant. The nativity was SUPER but about half the audience (parents and grandparents and probably the odd hanger-on like myself) were REALLY badly behaved. Many, many people watched the performance through the lens/screen of whatever technological marvel they were using to take pictures and videos. There were two carols; Silent Night and Once in Royal David’s City and trust me, you have never heard a church FULL of people sing so quietly. My friend and I were trying our hardest not to belt them out, and even on half-volume we out-sung the people surrounding us. The kids were distracted from the performance by trying to pose for the picture-takers and it seemed like a real shame that the performance and their massive effort couldn’t just be enjoyed without the desperate scramble for pictures and videos to preserve for posterity.
Maybe I’m just a bit old fashioned…

— 6 —

I don’t know whether this is a sign of the recession or a sign of the grinding down of our society but I’ve encountered two things this week which made me despair a little for the Christmas spirit. 1) Overheard in a shop, whilst taking my Sister Christmas shopping – woman talking to her friends: “I’d easily spend a couple of grand on each of them every year, I really would. As it is they have to put up with 500 each.” Put up with?!?!?!?!?! Lady, you CLEARLY don’t live in the real world.
2) There are very few outdoor lights to be seen in my city as yet. There’re usually many more displays up by now. Perhaps people can’t afford them any more, which is a shame.

— 7 —

So without further ado I thought I’d attempt a little bastardisation of a seasonal classic to convey what I’ve seen recently. It’s beginning to look a lot like shopping
Ev’rywhere you go
Take a look at them headed round with their bags all laden down
Hoping it won’t rain or hail or snow
It’s beginning to look a lot like shopping
Toys in every store But it seems to matter not, for whatever they have got
Sure their kids want more.
Oh a time to sit down rather than stand around
Is the wish of most of the men
Plasticky crap and a bag that won’t snap
Is what the women commend
And still they hurry round and round to get the best bargain
It’s beginning to look a lot like shopping
Ev’rywhere you go
They’re getting the baubles in, and the tinsel and the strings
To hang the Christmas cards and make a show
It’s beginning to look a lot like shopping
Soon the bells will start
Letting the shoppers know that the mall will soon be closed
So put Christmas in your cart.

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10 thoughts on “7 Quick Takes #8

  1. I know 😦

    Wow that's really cute. I love, LOVE Game of Life – I used to play it so much growing up. I don't own a copy now and it's changed a lot (I got to play the modern version recently with a friend's granddaughter and had a great (if slightly confused) time).


  2. That poor man – how sad. My husband proposed to me with The Game of Life! When I got to the spot where you get married, he had hidden the ring under the little church piece on the board and he got down on his knee and proposed.


  3. To be fair, each of the systems seems bizarre in their own ways. Perhaps if we meld them together we might get one decent, working system whereby people get the treatment they need from competent medical professionals…

    Glad you got things sorted in the end.


  4. No, I didn't end up doing anything. Life took over at that point. But then Hubby graduated and that made a difference.

    You can raise money for just about anything. I've known families wash cars to raise funds after a loved one has died (funerals are expensive). Now you don't get any sort of tax break for it and it's not considered charity, but there's no stopping someone from asking for money.

    Canada is horrible. They pay their doctors next to nothing for the education they receive/pay for. It's ridiculous. And you have to wait and wait and wait for treatment. I suppose if they paid their doctors like the US does more doctors would stay in Canada and they wouldn't have the waiting problem. But you get the best prices for treatment. US citizens often go there for elective procedures and things to avoid the expense they would incur because their insurance carrier refuses to pay. My father often jokes about taking me to Canada for corrective eye surgery since I have poor vision.


  5. That sounds horrific! I'll have to read some more of your posts but I sincerely hope you didn't end up campaigning for your insurers to fulfil their duties!

    See over here, I don't think you're allowed to raise money for yourselves (I'm not 100% sure but, fairly certain I've heard something to that effect) and can only raise for charities…so vast are the differences across the pond.

    Seems the NHS is a really precious commodity – I shall try to care a bit more about it after your descriptions of US and Canadian medical processes.


  6. Hope all the kids' musicals go well – they're lovely to watch (bar over-zealous amateur snappers).

    The doctors being on board is a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge relief! We're just looking forward to hearing back how it went. Phew!

    Glad you're interested in hearing about the pile of red tape that is our dear NHS…you'll probably hear more of it from me in future – be careful what you wish for!


  7. First of all, fab news about the fertility appointment…I reckon that doctor is in for a telling-off. (GOOD.)

    Secondly – that woman you overheard – FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS per child?! I doubt I will even spend ONE hundred each on my two. It always amazes me, actually, how few toys my kids have compared with other children, and now I know why. And yet they never tell me they don't have enough, and the stuff they do have gets played with and played with.

    I sense a subject for today's blog…


  8. Huzzah! (Blame my children's television programs for my latest medieval twists). I'm so glad that you have doctors in your corner.

    Yes, even with insurance it can be quite expensive. Let me tell you about my issue with vaccination and my pediatrician. http://deltaflute.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-now-for-bad.html

    So glad we have a different insurance carrier now. Really to get good insurance you have to have a great employer like the government. My husband works for a state university. Otherwise you're insurance will drown you in debt. Hubby had a cousin have to do bake sales and that sort of thing to raise money for his child's cancer treatments. As Hubby's former Canadian roommate used to say, “In Canada, you die waiting for treatment. In the US, you die because you can't afford treatment.” So true.


  9. Fantastic bastardisation! I just wish I could have taken a video of you singing it, even if it meant blocking the view of your husband and everyone else who was trying to see.
    We have the kids' Christmas musicals coming up, and I really just want to pop all the camera and video takers in the noses. They are completely in my way, all for photos that are going to stink anyway. You have to have one super camera to get a good photo from that distance in that lighting.
    I am so glad to hear that the doctors are on board and getting things done for you. I know virtually nothing about your healthcare system, so reading your posts is giving me a bit more perspective on a system vastly different from ours. Have a lovely weekend!


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