Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts

Thursday, September 30, 2010

"Paging Dr. Lutterman... " AKA "Papa"

the consultation...

pre-op examination...

going under the knife pliers...

post-op recovery...

ready to be discharged...

S'MORES, which loosened tooth... $ .50
 doctor bill... $0
having a Papa who provides a blood-free pain-free experience--PRICELESS!

*Disclaimer: No children were hurt in the pulling of this tooth."

Monday, March 16, 2009

Not Me! Monday


It's time for Not Me! Monday. Check out MckMama's blog to see what she and everyone else have not done this week.

But first here's a few things I have not done this week.

With the season premiere of Dancing with the Stars, I did not watch the show that night, knowing I was going to vote for Melissa even before I saw her dance. Having made this decision, I for sure did not carry through and vote for her before I saw her dance. And I definitely did not sign in with 2 different accounts so I could give her more votes! That would be a waste of time, wouldn't it?

I brought my parents to the airport on Friday, and when I arrived home, I most certainly did not freak out when I saw a light on in the garage. I did not have thoughts going through my head like Who is hiding out in garage, waiting to get me? Should I even drive into the garage? What will I find if I go into the garage? After I drove into the garage very slowly, I did not find a shope light on the workbench, very close to a cardboard tube. Seeing this, I was not thinking What if that would have caught on fire? And upon further investigation, it was not me who realized that if the cardboard tube had caught on fire, the garage would have exploded because of the gas cans below the workbench. After the few short minutes when all of these thoughts transpired, I did not stay up until 2 a.m. to allow my mind to stop running away with crazy thoughts!

This afternoon, my school went on a bowling field trip. When we arrived at the bowling alley, I did not read a sign like this on the door...

OPEN
Monday 5:00-close
Tuesday 6:00-close
Wednesday 5:00-close
Thursday 5:00-close
Friday 4:00-close
Saturday 12:00-close
Sunday 12:00-close

I don't know about you, but I did not find this information helpful. At all! They are opened from the hours of 5:00, 6:00, etc. until they are closed? Wow, thank you for that very helpful information.

As I looked at my calendar on Sunday, I did not realize that I have 5 doctor appointments this week...all related to my leg injury.

I did not arrive at my physical therapy appointment this morning at 7:25, only to sit there for 35 minutes waiting to get started. The entire time, I was not thinking Why in the world did I wake up so early, just to sit in this chair. I could have slept in for another 35 minutes! And I was not inwardly upset when a lady who arrived 20 minutes after me got in for her therapy before I did. But it was probably that I was invisible and they couldn't see me, right? Otherwise, why would they take her in when I'd already been sitting there for 20 minutes? Yes, that must be the reason.

I did not just fall asleep watching TV, only to realize that I must get this posted in the next 14 minutes, while it's still Monday!

That's about all for now. Have a great week, and don't be worried about admitting what you have not done.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Not Me! Monday



This blog carnival was created by MckMama. Head on over to her blog to join in on the fun and read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week!

This week I definitely did not take off 2 days from school so I could go to a ladies craft retreat for 3 days. And at this retreat that I did not go to, I for sure would not have been the one to stay up until 3:00 a.m. to finish 3 quilts (which were Christmas presents from 2007).

It definitely was not me who was planning to stay at church for 12 hours on Sunday, first for church, then worship team practice, then planning for preschool. It could not have been me who, while walking (only walking, people!), heard a terrible ripping/tearing/snapping sound and realized I can't walk. Nope, I did not have knife-stabbing pain searing through my left calf, causing me not to be able to walk. And I for sure did not almost faint from the pain. Since all of this did not happen to me, I'm wondering why I'm sitting here in the recliner at 11:11 a.m. on a Monday, with the pain in my leg almost more than I can bear. It must be a bad dream or something.

Yesterday I did not have my first wheelchair ride.

It for sure wasn't me who crawled around the house when needing to get to the bathroom. And I did not realize that I would probably lose a crawing contest with my nephews. How do they do it? Hurts the knees like crazy!

After a few agonizing minutes in the shower this morning, I absolutely for sure did not put on a 2 inch heeled shoe, because I can't stand flat on my left foot. I was not limping around the house in a bathrobe and one heeled shoe. How's that for a fashion statement?

I did not contemplate the Bible verse that says something to the effect that if your leg offends you, cut it off. Hmmmmmm.... what kind of knife would I use for that?

Well, that's about all for this Monday. I am not counting the hours till I go to the orthopedic clinic to see what in the world is wrong with my leg. I'll keep you posted. (I just realized that is kind of a pun... and I'm not even on painkillers-yet!)