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My Heart Hurts

Posted by roni on July 12, 2008

HELP!!!! My mind has been going crazy, I don’t know what to do about something.

My step-mom is selling my dad’s house. (Dad passed away 6 years ago.) Wish I could buy it, but there’s just no way right now. That’s not the real issue though, the problem is some of the items that she is selling WITH the house.

1-My G-ma and G-pa electric fireplace. It’s an old thing, it still works and would look cute on my living room wall! :)

2-My G-ma and G-pa’s ANTIQUE chandelier. BEAUTIFUL! Not sure how old it truly is, but I do recall years ago my Uncle saying it had to be about 100 years old. This chandelier was actually promised to my sister N by my father and my step-mother knows this. It may even be in the will.

My step-mom moved from a four bedroom home to a small two bedroom apartment.  Nothing was offered to me.  I know one of my father’s wishes were for his antique toy truck collection to be divide up among the grandson’s. I have three out of four of the grandsons. Grant it PooWee wasn’t around when my father was alive, I still feel he wouldn’t want him left out. My aunt told me the trucks all of them went to the other grandson. (My step-sister’s son.)

My step-mother and I have continued a relationship since my father passing, so it’s not like we weren’t talking. I think one of the things that bothers me the most is she didn’t do as my father had trusted she would do. They had a joint will that stated upon his passing everything went to (step-mom) and then when she passed things were to get divided up among us four kids. Two from my step-mom and two (myself and my sister, N) from my dad. It almost appears to me as if she is giving everything away now, (to her children and grandchildren, so that when she does pass (hopefully not for many years) there will be nothing passed on to my sister and me.

My father and her were truly best friends and I love her to death for she did for my father. She took care of him until the day he died, she never left his side. She’s done so much for me and my boys as well.

I guess my hurt has grown to anger and I don’t know how to face it. I know my relationship with her is more important than material items, so I don’t want to blow things out of proportion. I guess, I see these items as part of my heritage, and my boys’ heritage. They have nothing to do with her heritage, so her heart probably isn’t involved in them.

What do I do? Do I confront her, or just let it go?

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Monday morning

Posted by roni on April 28, 2008

Mondays for me are like most peoples’ Saturdays. I’m done with my work week and so happy to have off. Normally I get the kids off to school and then PooWee and I get breakfast and start the cleaning. Well, I clean he makes a mess.

Andrew and Chad do not have school today, so their both sleeping yet. Elijah was hacking up his lungs as he got ready for school. He’s not feeling so well so he crawled on the couch and is watching a movie. I let PooWee sleep, so he’s still out like a light.

I’ve already put my phone call in to Dr. B to see what she wants me to do about my lil stone friend. Originally the plan was for a CT Scan today if I didn’t pass it. Well, I haven’t passed it, but I’ve had a CT Scan already.

At work on Fri I was having severe pain. My friend, Vic*din, not so friendly anymore, it wasn’t touching the pain. I had a phone call into my doctor to see if I could take more Vic*din than she prescribed. I was talking with Dr. B’s nurse and she asked me to rate my pain. I did and then stated I just wanted to cry. And that was it, I started bawling. I went to the breakroom and laid on the couch. My supervisor came in, she suggested I go to the Emergency Room. I declined and said I would just wait for Dr. B to call back. I figured I’d be going to Radiology for a CT Scan. I really wanted to stay away from the ER bill. Eventually, she insisted I go to ER for pain control. She got a wheelchair and I was off.

Got to ER, they threw an IV in and gave me some M*rphine. Didn’t touch the pain. Then I got a dose of Dil*udid, this atleast made the pain tolerable. Plus, I was able to take a little snooze, well until they took me to CT Scan.

My stone is sitting right by the entrance of my bladder. It’s 5mm and it has lodged itself into a nice cozy spot. I was sent home with some Oxyc*done and told to follow up with a Urologist.

Oh yeah, this whole time my mom has had Elijah at the Walk-In clinic because he hurt his knee at daycare. Turns out he is OK, probably just twisted it.

My mom is with me and my friend, Ann(abanana) when the nurse is discharging me. Thank goodness Ann was there because there was NO WAY I wold have been able to figure out how to run the “drug vending machine”, I could barely stand straight. And Mom, she would have been way overwhelmed with all the instructions.

So…today I have called Dr B’s nurse to find out what I should do. I’m so hapy to say that I am comfortable. I really don’t have anymore pain. I am sick of peeing in a strainer though. This stone is becoming  an annoyance that’s for sure. It definitely is stubborn. If one more person tells me to drink lots of water and/or cranberry juice I may just be forced to shove a sock in their mouth. I’m a walking water/cranberry juice balloon!

PooWee has his ear appointment with Dr. S today. There is NO WAY I will cancel that to accommodate this stone. Plus, I think his ears are bugging him again, he’s got his fingers in them constantly. PooWee’s needs will come before mine.  Oh that was such a “mom statement.”

Elijah will need his baby-in as he is feeling ill. We’ll blame this one on G-ma. She’s had a sore throat and cough for about 2 weeks. Elijah is good at sucking in the “sick-lovins.” He’s got the look and tone of voice down perrrrrfectly. “Moooom, can yoooou get me a new mooooovie, pppllllleeeaaasssee!”

I can’t wait for Andrew and Chad to wake up and find out we are all home to irritate them on their day off. Or that he may need to do some babysitting for me while I go to PooWee’s appointment or an appointment for myself.

It’s going to be a WONDERFUL Monday!

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Vic*din is My Friend

Posted by roni on April 24, 2008

I have a new friend. Vic*din! I met this new friend because I have a kidney stone.

They say kidney stone pain is like labor. I disagree. I went through labor three times all without medication. Dealing with this stone is another story. I even cheated and took another Vic*din too early last night.  (SSHHH don’t tell!)

I’ve basically been dealing with this since last Wed. I held off until Sunday, went I finally went to the Walk-In Clinic. They treated me for a UTI. My pain just got worse and I went to see my awesome doctor yesterday. If this lil sucker doesn’t pass by Monday, I’m off to CT scan and then a Urologist. So..PASS BABY PASS!!!

On another note, PooWee boy has a consultation with Dr. S on Monday for possible tubes in his ears. He’s been dealing with ear infections since Febuary. He’s had more that Andrew and Elijah put together. Poor guy!

I’m kinda looking forward to this appointment. I can’t wait for PooWee to get over these ear infections. I’ve heard only good things about tubes. Plus, Dr. S IS NOT bad on the eyes! He’s a cutie! :)

Here’s to passing this stone by Monday and to PooWee getting relief from his nasty returning ear infections.

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Evaluation Time

Posted by roni on April 1, 2008

It’s that time of year again, for our work evaluations. My portfolio was due yesterday. I finished it up last minute… of course. My eval is next Tuesday. I do fairly well. I’ve gotten the top raise (which sucks) for years. This year though, I am nervous about my evaluation.

Each year a group of co-workers is formed, known as the Peer Evaluation Committee. Obviously, they critique each employee on the unit. I got the usual comments on being accurate and knowledgeable at my job. I’m a great resource for the RNs with the computer. I’m a preceptor and I am a member of  hospital committees.

However, on the section of where I need to grow the following statement read. There is a need to leave personal life out of work enviroment. GRRR! I DID NOT BRING MY PERSONAL LIFE TO WORK!!! MY PERSONAL LIFE WAS BROUGHT TO ME AT WORK!!! I took this comment to my supervisor and director. Both told me that IF it was about the adoption it would be taken out of my eval, because it had no right to be in there and the group had no right discussing it. My director said that I need to look at all the positive comments about me and remember that this comment is minor. They suggested I go to the Peer Eval group and ask for a more explained response.

I found out who was all in the group. Many responded back that they were not there when my job was evaluated. From what I can figure out all that were there when they did me, I DON’T EVEN WORK WITH!! They work night shift. I did FINALLY get a response from the head of the committee. It reads as follows…

“The peer evaluation process is to focus on what is best for the patient. The goal is to help every individual be the best they can clinically, and also how they best present themselves to others in helping create a healthy work environment. Strengths and opportunites for growth were identified.”

I fully understand this and agree with it.

I do not have a copy of your evaluation as only you and De and Di have this. The evaluation group did not keep a copy. Therefore, I do not recall the exact wording of the comment you are referring to. If I recall correctly, you felt the comment was too personal. I believe we stated that personal problems should be best left at home. Some of your co-workers were uncomfortable working with you at times because there was a tension evident between you and other co-workers. They felt this affected the way the team was able to function positively in the best interest of the patients. Therefore the potential for growth is to ask yourself if your personal life is affecting your work environment.

 I came to you (head of the commitee) and only asked for further information on the comment. I did not say anything about taking it personal. I have to say, YES my personal life has affected me at work. However, I will stand strong on saying that I DID NOT bring it to work. At the end of this email I will list my reasons to back my belief.

This is not a pesonal attack but an opportunity for self reflection and improvement as this is what your co-workers have observed. All of us have a personal life and a work life and we all need to be able to separate the two. At AWH our focus is on the patient. I hope this clarifies your concerns.”

I understand this, but believe that I am being wrongfully accused. The following may provide you with more insight on how I’ve been treated at work.

 I stand strong when I say I did not bring my personal life to work. I however, will say my personal life was brought to me at work. I have to admit I find it somewhat humorous the we just can’t come straight out and say some of my co-workers can’t stand me. Why? Because I decided to parent my son. That’s the whole issue and we all know it. It has NOTHING to do with my work ethics or my performance. They can’t stand to be around me because I didn’t make a personal decision that they wanted me to. I feel the way these particular people have treated me, has brought my personal life to work and this comment on my Peer Eval only proves it.I come to work to do my job. When I returned I knew there would be difficult people. I came back with a strong set of mind, being proud of my decision and to do my job. I do not treat these people any different than my other co-workers, other than not having “small talk” with them.I have created the following list to support my strong belief that I did not bring my personal life to work.

-Everytime I work with C, I need to record the time I confront her with a phone call, a question that she needs to get back to me with, or a form that she needs to get filled out and returned to me. This takes me away from my work. It holds me up from completing my tasks as a Unit Clerk. Sometimes, holding my work up for hours. It interrupts any task I may be working on at the time. I strongly feel this is not looking out for the best interest of the patient. -I acknowledge them when they speak to me. I won’t let their anger interfere with my duties. I don’t get the same in return.  Often I am unaware if they heard me. If they are having a personal conversation and I need to address them about a work issue, I will often have to wait and then get a rude look for interrupting them. This too is not in the best interest of our patients.

-I once held a door open for one of them. I didn’t necessarily do it because I wanted to, but because she needed me to. I wasn’t returned with a “Thank you” instead I got an evil look.

-I have never been pulled into the office because I have treated them disrespectfully. However, I can not say the same for them.

-I have gone above my job duties and taken personal messages for them when they were not currently working on the unit. These messages were either placed in their mailboxes or transferred to the pager they were on. Whereas, I could have simply said, “I’m sorry they are not working at this time, please call back.”

-There was once an issue with S and another co-worker. I witnessed S being very rude to her husband on the phone. When this co-worker asked me about it I verified it and said I would speak with our supervisor or director to confirm it, if she needed me to. Well, this co-worker approached S and as soon as she said I heard it, S blew up at me. She had no concerns about the initial subject, she now had a reason to throw some nasty words at me. I will admit I should have walked away, however, my initial reaction was to protect myself from her slamming me.

-An email concerning J & P’s twin boys was thrown up on my desk for me to see when I returned from lunch one day. Knowing my relationship with J & P is very emotional for me, I find this to be quite harassing. Here too, I should have tried to brush it off and walk away. Instead, this particular day I had had enough and broke down and cried. I had some great support from other co-workers on the unit.

-There have been numerous of times that I walk past two of them talking and they will blurt out a comment about me, my son, J & P, or the twins they have adopted.

-At times when I go to Starbuck’s I am treated rudely if a certain volunteer is working. She’ll make me stand there for some time and never acknowledge me when getting my order.

-When I go up to Human Resources I get greeted rudely. Instead of saying, “Hello, how can I help you?” I barley get looked at and all that is said is “Yeah?”

-As a Unit Clerk working on an Organ Donation patient, communication between the clerk and the RN is greatly needed. This was very difficult because the RN was not relaying when to do lab draws, what needed to be faxed, nor was she taking the phone calls from the OPO. I had to continually get up from my work to remind her of the calls. I found it best to talk with the OPO on where we stood with all the faxing and lab draws.

-When I came back De (director of ICU) told me straight out I would have to watch my back for these few people. She knew they would be just waiting for me to make an error.She was right, I was questioned (rudely) about the orders I entered. Majority of the time there was no error on my part. However, I am only human and I may have made a mistake. Which I would correct promptly. It is very nerve racking for me to do the orders on their patient’s in fear of having to deal with their anger.

-The above proves true again when I was told by another, “I swear S just watches you. Everytime you step out she yells, “Now where is Rhonda?” Whether I step out to go to another unit, to go to the breakroom or the bathroom. I guess she especially gets upset when I go to pump.

-Other co-workers warned me that these people were going to try their best to get me out of the unit. This only gave me more strength to stay. I came back with the attitude, “kill them with kindness” which was recommended to me by my counsellor.

- There is a particular RT (Respiratory Therapist) that is related to P that is also out to “get me”. I was once contacted by her supervisor for not giving her an order, according to her. Well, fortunately for me the patient’s RN saw me take the chart to her, hand her a sticky note about the order and saw the order placed in the computer. I did three separate things with this order to protect myself from her “getting me”. I would have only had to place the order in the computer. It’s time consuming for me to continually “protect” my work.

-One Saturday my sitter called, she came down with the stomach flu and I needed to get the boys. I told the shift leader (of course being one of these particular people) that I would make some phone calls, but may need to get my boys and take them else where. She went off on me to find a replacement, to call people at home and other units. I told her I just need to wait for someone to call me back. She continually yelled at me to find someone to cover for me. there was NO reason to find coverage, I was there WORKING. In the end nothing needed to be done as my mom went and got my boys and took them to my substitute sitter’s home. However, her attitude towards me was mean and this was witnessed by those around me.

-Someone on the unit likes giving my son gifts. She’s very proud of me for choosing to parent. However, she has asked not to let others know that she gives them to me in fear of being treated the way I do by these people. This somewhat bothers me, yet I wouldn’t wish this treatment on anyone, so I do understand her request.

-I have taken many issues to De (director) and Di (supervisor) but in the end I feel like a big tattle tail. It gets tiring going in about the same things over and over again. And it appeared to me that nothing was happening anyways, so why continue?

Actually, one time S straight out lied in the office. Di found this out minutes after the meeting. De was informed the following day by me. What happened? Please look up the policy for directly lieing to your superior.

Another time the Hospital House Supervisor was involved. Policy would be for her to write up the incident and De should have gotten this report. House Super did nothing.

I’d like to know why the hospital isn’t following thier own policies to protect me from this sort of treatment. My theory, these disrespectful employees have been there for years and years, their jobs are higher rank then mine so… I’m just out of luck.

Unfortunately my list could go on. I feel you may get my point from what I have given you.

Yes, after three 12 hour shifts with these people, I can become emotionally run down. There’s nothing more I want to do than to run home and hold my son in my arms and cry. My son is one of three greatest gifts I have and being able to hold him gives me the strength to face these people.

If only one of these people are working, I find they are not bad. However, put two or more together and I am in for a bad weekend.

I stay here only because I will show how proud of my decision to parent my son. I’m so thankful I came to the realization I could do it, before it was too late. I will not let these people drive me out of my job. I feel I am good at my job and will only work to try and improve myself at it.

I was asked by De to have some witnesses talk with her. I do not like the idea of getting others involved. Two of them told me they would not like to say anything, in fear of being treated harshly by S. S is very harsh, we all know there have been plenty conflicts with her attitude and other employees. I do not wish to put anyone under the same position I am in.

To be honest, I have been told by different sources to seek further action. It is believed I am working under a harassing and hostile work environment. I’m not out to get anyone though. I just want to come to work, do my job and go home to my boys. Besides, it would do no good. It would not get these people to understand that I did nothing wrong. I made a decision that I had 100% right to do. It would not change their prospective of my story.

In ending my reply, I’d like to ask the Peer Evaluation Commitee a few more questions. A reply back is not needed as I know the answer is none of my business. On these particular co-workers evaluation did you comment on leaving other co-workers personal lives out of work? Did you ask them to improve their customer service to internal co-workers? Did you tell them you felt it was hard to work with them as a team because of the tension with me?

On a more personal note, I once had a conversation with De about how my co-workers shun my son and how it hurts. Any other mother can bring their child on to the unit and the child gets uh’d and ah’d upon. But my son, many simple pretend I’m not there. Yes, even those that treat me with respect at work. De said it was probably because these co-workers don’t know how to react. I’d like to mention, that he’s a baby…you make silly noises and faces and he’ll think you are the greatest thing in the world. Just because I didn’t relinquish him for adoption doesn’t mean he’s not like any other kid. Or how about all new mothers getting a potluck. Why wasn’t my son celebrated as the rest? It would have been nice to have those that didn’t judge my decision to join together for a lunch.

There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about the adoption. All I can do is grow and learn from it. I just wish others would do the same.

Well, there you have it!

I’m thinking my evaluation may just be focused on this particular area… or not at all. I’m not too sure how my director and supervisor will react to me confronting the fact that nothing has been done about these people. Especially the part where I say I could seek further action.

Part of me wishes I could “discipline” them. I would tell them they need to turn in an indepth report on adoption. I would like to see them interview prospective adoptive parents, adoptive parents, expectant mothers considering adoption, birth/firstmothers, mothers that in the end like me decided to change their mind and adoptees. I just want these ignorant people to learn and grow too. I’m sure it would do no good, but at least it I would have tried.

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Winter Whine

Posted by roni on February 5, 2008

Winter. YUCK! I decided I haven’t whined to you all about winter here. So, today you get to hear it! (Aren’t you lucky!)

I DESPISE IT! I LOATH IT! I CAN’T STAND IT! It’s freezing! Everyone tells me I need to put some weight on then it wouldn’t be so bad! WHATEVER!!! I wear three shirts, socks up to my thighs, a huge winter jacket, and of course gloves. I would consider that enough added weight! A person needs to get up an hour early just to get dressed to go outside!

Then there’s the kids. PooWee can sure put up a battle when it comes to getting ready to go. You finally get him all dressed, you turn to pick up the diaper bag and turn back to pick him up and he’s got his gloves and hat off. Yes, I just grin and bear it.

Let’s not forget Elijah. He’s 9, he knows it’s not 80 degrees outside, then WHY do I constantly have to run down a checklist with him! :) Do you have socks on? Do you have your snow pants in your backpack? Please ZIP your coat. Put on your cap. Where are your gloves? Don’t forget to grab your boots!

Andrew…he’s your typical teenager. No coat, if he does have it on it’s unzipped. Cap, too cool for that. And what are gloves? It’s not just him either. When I pick him up from school…it’s all the kids! (Atleast I know he’s not an “outcast”!)

Then there’s the snow. Sure, it can be beautiful….when it’s not outside my living room window! I accept any offer to shovel my driveway and sidewalk. (Hey Coco! Wanna add to your ways of helping for this month?) An inch or two is not bad, but when it’s up to your waist…who can shovel that? (OK so it’s not quite that high, but sure feels like it!)

My driveway isn’t the greatest to shovel either. It’s “L” shaped. Along the long part you have to throw the snow up a hill towards the neighbor’s house because on the other side is my house. It’s fine in the beginning of winter, but when the snow starts piling, it tends to roll back down. Then the bottom of the “L” is where our garage is. The snow needs to be pushed to the backyard. Well, this pushing can really add up to more like throwing in closer to the backyard repeatedly until you FINALLY make it there.

The sidewalk and front walkway are not as horrible. So once you make it this far you are just thankful that you are almost done.

Finally, after an hour of shoveling you go in the house to get nice and warm. It takes another 20 minutes just to get all the gear off. You go and sit down to rest the acking bones. Put the feet up lean back and just relax for abit. BUT WAIT! What’s that nose? THE COTTON PICKIN SNOW PLOW! Oh, it’s nice to have the streets plowed..of course. BUT!!!! The snowplow only means you have to head back outside for probably another 30 minutes just to clean up the end of the driveway. The plow will leave big chunks, heavy wet, snow packed up to your knees.

And of course when you go out to start your car (30 min before you need to leave) you find that the driveway doesn’t even look like you shoveled. The wind has so nicely blown the snow from the neighbors yard into the driveway.

This year it seems to like to snow on the weekends. What does mother nature think? Like I really want to shovel after work. I’m up at 5am, don’t get home until 8pm? Yeah-the first thing I want to do is run home and shovel! I just couldn’t think of anything nicer to do!

Forget the snow, lets talk WIND CHILL. Wind chill…more lie WIND FREEZE!

Sweet Mother Nature, I love you! You have a beautiful place here for us. I hug your trees, I pick up litter. I smell your beautiful flowers. So…PLEASE TELL ME, WHY, WHY you must give me a NEGATIVE 50 degree wind chill? Why am I punished like that? Of course they cancel school, so  it’s GREAT I don’t have to leave the house. Only problem…there’s NO TOILET PAPER! So, now matter what, I must go to the store. And of course the teenagers all have to head to the mall.

I’m not even going to get in to the CONSTANT runny noses. I’ve learnt to ALWAYS have a kleenex in my pocket.

Oh there is ONE good thing about winter. It keeps your soda cold in the car while you run into the store. :)

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