Tee-hee, Neaksis and I have lots of fun flipping through the satellite program descriptions (we have too much time on our hands, yes), and whoever doesn't have the remote will often read very strange descriptions when the screen changes during a blink.

This time it was, "Field marshal Irwin Rommel ***blink*** learns to cook!" Really? I never knew. I just assumed he had servants to do that for him.

So where did we leave me? Throwing up in Chicago, I think. After spending a few days with my cousins, I went up to MI to visit friends who knew my parents before I was born, as well as into WI to the farm, where I had that posted picture taken with Neaksis the Cow. It was the loveliest vacation I've ever had, driving a fire engine red Pontiac Grand Am (after putzing around at home in an old Cavalier!), listening to CDs as I watched the scenery go by. If I felt like it (and I often did) I turned off the cell phone so nobody could call me either, and just let the solitude of my journey seep into my soul. I think I was gone almost 3 wks. and towards the end, Neaksis asked me one day, "Mama, are you ever planning to come home?" To which I replied, "Neaksis, you thought I was coming back?" When I got back, emesis in Chicaco notwithstanding, I don't remember having any particularly-heavy feelings of loss or distress. Probably because I was so satisfied with my view of MS as a real adult, contented with and happy in his own life. And I felt like my mental journey with (and over) him had come full circle and was complete at last.

Besides, I had other problems to worry about. My parents were old, and my mom (in particular) had failed a lot over the previous 5 years or so. They had moved in with Neak somewhere in this time frame after my mother almost burned my house down twice within a few weeks by messing with the gas stove while I was asleep upstairs and my dad sat, oblivous to everything, watching TV in their "house" we made for them in the living room downstairs. I began to work more and more so that they'd have everything they needed, and Neak took physical care of them. In February of '03, my mom died. She'd had many small strokes over the previous years, which had cost her much of her long-term memory, except for things in the past...which meant we had to watch her constantly to see that she didn't run away trying to return to either her old home in Lodi, or her even older home in Wisconsin. She had a small stroke on Thursday. Was up for church on Saturday, had another bigger one on Sunday, and died shortly after midnight Wed. night. So she was only "down" for a very short period of time, which was a blessing for her, and for the family. If anybody else could have time to worry about old romances in times like that, they would be better-organized and more energetic than I was! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

I was not there when she died, having left Neak's house to drive to Stockton to get some suction catheters so I could clean the nasties out of the back of her throat. After several hours of it,I couldn't stand any longer to listen to her rattle when she breathed, even though she was unconscious and didn't know anything was going on. Almost as soon as I left, her condition worsened, and by the time I got to the bottom of the mountain where there was phone reception again and could call Neak to check in, there was no time to get back up the hill when Neak described her breathing to me, and I recognized it as the respiratory pattern that immediately precedes death in many people. When I got back, Neak walked out of the house to meet me, and told me she was already dead. I never got to say goodbye, which matters a lot to me, even though she never would've known I was there. I don't think Neak had ever seen somebody die before--certainly not a close family memeber--so when she told me, "Mom, when Grandpa dies, I just want you to know it's not my turn to watch," I couldn't blame her at all, and have made it my dedicated plan to always be nearby to reduce the chances that she'll have to, either.

I have to get ready to go to my Plan B job, which I like even less than my regular job. If it's anything like the last 2 nights, I'm going to be very, VERY cross by the time I get home in the morning. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />

t&l

What a pity you will not be able to continue... I'll be listening anyway!

Actually as soon as the plane lands, I'm going to bed!

I have a great book to read. Wh sent it <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

ok the plane is down ok, I can go to bed!

Wow! Triplets - and at your age! You should have told us!

And you simply must go get some rest now. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

-AD

OK, how do you expect me to work the rest of the night, when I'm going to have to take a sedative now and lie down until the tremors stop?! Just the idea is enough to give me a full-blown panic attack. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> Maybe Neak would like to do it instead. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> I would've told you, but after the hysterectomy (see Saga) I didn't think anybody would believe me! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

Actually triplets at ANY age are a full agenda. We had a pt. a few years back who made the papers, so her story isn't exactly a secret. She and her husband were both from large families, and didn't want to dilute their parenting among many children, but to give full attention to only one. So when their son was about 6, she decided to have her tubal. The preop pregnancy test was positive. The initial ultrasound showed she was carrying triplets. Need I say they were <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" />? I think at first they both had some difficulty accepting the pregnancy, but then she had trouble with it and was in and out of the hospital a lot worrying whether or not she'd lose them, so that by the time the babies were born, they were very wanted indeed. Still, triplets?!!!!!!!!!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Tonight is starting out fairly well, although there are still 10 hrs. for it to go belly-up on us, so I'm not gloating yet. (I originally typed "bloating" but that would be Neaksis, not me! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />) Still, there may be time for further ruminating during the night, depending on what is or is not coming down the pike...

t&l

Oopsie!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> Neaksis must've just been online because she called a little bit ago to tell me, "My REAL mommy wouldn't have said that about me!"

So, what am I? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

Chopped Liver

Neak wanted me to post this as it reminded her of her communications with Gargamel. Indeed, I felt the Cape of Power firmly fixed upon my shoulders while writing it. (We need a Cape of Power emoticon. There is just nothing suitable)

Dear GG,
It has come to my attention that during your conversations with the kids you often ask them if they have certain items that I do not allow them to have or if they do certain things I don‘t allow them to do. When you “find out” that they do not have them you say things like, “If I were Tina I would let you have that,” or “I would let you do that.”
This undercutting of my authority as their mother is not acceptable. It is damaging to the children, and as you well know, it encourages them to think me unfair and to disrespect my decisions.
Like it or not, the kids live with me. They will continue to live with me. I will continue to decide what is allowed in my home and for my children. If you encourage them in dissatisfaction and rebellion, I will sadly and reluctantly have to end all spoken contact between you and the children. Letters would still be fine because I can view them ahead of time.
This would be very sad for the kids; they love you and love talking to you. I would be disappointed that things didn‘t work out, since I have made an unrequired effort to keep contact between you and the kids, but I will do what I have to to protect the happiness and well being of my children. The kind of behavior I have described is deliberately destructive to our family and cannot be allowed.
I hope and pray that you will respect the boundaries I have set for my family and that all can continue in peace and harmony, etc., etc. This would be the best thing all around. But, if you choose to continue any destructive behavior even one more time, I will cease to allow any spoken contact. Not only the things I’ve mentioned here, either. You are creative and I am sure that you can come up with all kinds of ideas to undermine me if you put your mind to it.
I am not going to waste my time trying to list all of them and tell you they are not OK. It is your job to behave responsibly, not my job to police you. What I am asking for is simple respectfulness of me as their mother and that you do or say nothing harmful to our family. You must be willing to agree to this if you desire to continue your current relationship.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and consider my concerns. I have confidence that you will ultimately choose the path that is best for your grandchildren and that helps them to adapt in a healthy way to their permanent reality.

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> I'll hope to come on later tonight and provide some context for the previous post, and tell you about Grandma Gargamel...and who the original Gargamel is. Unless Neak or Neaksis beat me to it. What else do they have to do? Take care of kids? Oh, right, they do! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

t&l

T&L,

Neaksis has a good strong spine! I wonder where she got it?

From you. And maybe even the clam contributed. (Real clams don't have spines, but metaphores only go so far.)

Whoever GG is, she'd better behave!

-AD

I have no idea what you're talking about! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> From me she gets strength of character and great (sometimes grim) determination. The stubbornness comes from somewhere else. An undisclosed location, no doubt! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Gargamel is the name bestowed, by Reborn Man on Idiotville, upon Neak's FWH AJ's, FOW. I guess Gargamel was a bad Smurf, and Neak liked the name when she heard it, as well as its connotation, so it stuck with us. Granny Gargamel just got her name within the last day or so. She is the biogranny of Neaksis' 3 adopted kids. She had 4 children (one dead now) by 4 different men when she was younger, and Biodad told me once that she used to drive the getaway car for his father and uncle when they held up grocery stores long, long ago. I don't think she ever got caught for any of it, and eventually turned respectable--at least superficially. Her oldest son hated the father of Biodad, her youngest. There were 10-15 years between the two, so the older brother was big enough to vent his hostilities on the younger sibling without fear of reprisals from a kid. Nor, apparently, from his mother either, who turned a blind eye to the abuse that went on in her own house. Oddly enough <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />, Biodad grew to be a violent, angry young man, and was incarcerated (on an arson charge) for the first time when he was only 15. Eventually he got into methamphetamines and Satanism, and when we first met him, he was in prison for theft because he'd stolen from his mom and she turned him into the police.

Several years later, when he became a Christian and came to live with us (all the kids were in their teens by then), I took him back to visit his mom so he could try and re-establish a relationship that she had severed when she had him arrested, and told him he was no longer a part of her family any more. I didn't see it for what it was at the time, but while she gave superficial encouragement to our assistance of her son, she also very quickly began to attempt to undermine what we were trying to do with him--telling him Bible standards and teachings weren't really important and encouraging him to follow his own inclinations in deciding what to do. These would be the same inclinations that had already caused him to spend fully 1/2 of his 27 years in prison!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Trying to live part way in the world, and part way out of it produced such mental conflict for him that he gave up after about 6 months and moved about 30 miles away to make it on his own. That lasted about 3 months, and when even he could see his downward spiral, he decided that he wanted to come "home" and be fully on God's side. On his way down the mountain, he stopped in a little town about 16 miles from us to go to one "last" party. At that party, he met Biomom, notorious in the county drug/party scene for her sexual appetites and pursuit of men. Having already slept with pretty much everybody in her circle of "friends", she was instantly intrigued by this new, extremely handsome (if not fully-toothed!) man. It was a match made in CENSORED, and if he was sliding before, now he stood boldly at the edge of the precipice and flamboyantly dove off into the abyss.

Every time he talked about leaving her (which he did fairly often, because Biomom was and is not only a compulsive liar but has a temper of great volatility), she would suddenly discover she was "pregnant." So he'd stay, and after a few months, she'd "lose" the baby. One pseudo-pregnancy she carried for 32 wks. before she "lost" it. He went to work one day and when he came home she told him the baby was gone. He had no idea that at that gestation, you'd have a real baby in the newborn ICU, or if it died, a funeral--so he accepted that another baby was dead and cried on the phone to his mom about the loss of his child. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> But the scattered "pregnancies" kept him there with her, and eventually she became pregnant with a real child, now Neaksis' DS#1, who is 11. A daughter followed less than 2 years later, a child Biodad for years never really believed was his. Within 9 months or so, she was pregnant with a 3rd child, so I guess it has to be understood that in spite of the volume and frequency of their fights, they weren't arguing every single minute! He finally decided that if he stayed with her, he'd end up killing her, so on her birthday when she was about 5 months pregnant, he visited her where she was hospitalized for complications of chicken pox, said happy birthday and goodbye without anything seeming to be out of the ordinary, and disappeared from all of our lives.

He moved back to Sacramento near his mother, and with old friends and old temptations soon resumed old habits. When we saw him again, his DS#3 was maybe 6 months or so, and Biodad was back in jail on his way to prison for theft committed under the influence of meth. We often took his kids to visit him while he was in prison (for 6+ yrs.), and he asked us to watch out for them while he was gone because he knew exactly what sort of lifestyle Biomom would be leading while he was away. Same as while he was there! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

I tried to interest Granny Gargamel in her grandchildren, hoping to take some of the obligation away from me by getting their blood relatives involved in their lives, but she was indifferent to their circumstances, and wouldn't even take time to visit when I offered to bring them over myself to see her. She very much disliked Biomom (I wonder why? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />), and this spilled over into her attitude towards the kids. So Neaksis and I stepped into the breach. We didn't find out for a year or two exactly what was going on in Biomom's house, nor the kind nor degree of abuse that was going on there. 4-1/2 years ago things finally began to come to the light when the little girl decided to show Neak's kids what had been done to her, and Neak's DS#1 told his mom. Since then, it has been a constant, grim slog through the muck, trying to salvage 3 young lives that were callously sacrificed to the addictions of the adults who should've loved and cared for them, as well as the effects on Neak's kids from the "spillover".

It was much more palatable for Biomom to deny that molestation and abuse ever occurred to her children than it was to accept some responsibility for the fact that her children were violated and terrorized in their own home, sometimes while she was actually present in the house. So she began (and continues) to spread the story that this is all a lie made up by Neaksis and me to "steal" her precious babies away from her (so Neaksis could have children, I guess), and because I wanted to have a romance with Biodad and keeping his kids was a way to force him to be around me, or alternatively because Neaksis herself was hungering for a romance with a much-older ex-con. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> She's told this so long and so loudly that for all I know she believes it now herself. Certainly Granny Gargamel proved eager to be convinced, and, adopting the principle that "the enemy of my enemy is my friend," she switched sides with vengeance and took up arms with Biomom against us. She sent us angry letters demanding that "my grandchildren be returned to my family at once!" She told me if I wanted to see the face of evil, all I had to do was look in the mirror. (This was for child theft.) She made complaints to the judge, to CPS, to anybody she thought might take the kids away from us and give them back to their now-wonderful, bereaved mother! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

And yet, oddly enough, the sheriffs, CPS, judges, social workers, adoption workers, and psychologists who looked at the case directly (as opposed to the nincompoop granny who only listened to a delinquent-parent-in-deep-denial, who in 18 months of probation, failed to complete even one of the prerequisites the judge imposed in order for her to get her children back) decided that the kids should not be returned to their mom who had already failed them (as well as having earlier lost to his grandma, for neglect, one other son from a previous relationship); nor to their father, who although out of prison and working, had no experience with parenting and a long history of rearrest; nor to their mother's biological family, who are generally either active or recovering alcoholics, drug addicts, or both; nor to their dad's biological family, who wouldn't have been able to recognize these kids if one of them trod upon their toes in the street, except for pictures we had supplied to them in spite of their indifference. Wow--that was all one sentence! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> My mother liked to diagram sentences, but I think even SHE would've balked at that one!

Once parental rights were severed, neither parent, nor Granny Gargamel, had any access to the kids for over a year. In fact, legally they would never have any access again. Once the adoption was finalized, Neaksis generously let the kids write to their folks and begin to talk on the phone. Last Christmas was the first time they were able to see them in a long time. The visits themselves have always gone well, but the aftermath (and premath?) have always been hideous. But Neaksis kept trying, because we knew that in spite of the parental mistakes, both Biomom and Biodad love the kids, and the kids certainly love their parents. It has been a very bad year, though, and the letter Neaksis posted was written because she just discovered that Granny Gargamel has been using her gift-from-a-generous-heart phone visits to undercut Neaksis' maternal authority by trying to make the kids think that they're being deprived of things they could, and SHOULD, have--if only they were still with their "real" parents. It's funny, but I never really stopped to think, until I was writing this post, how much alike are GG's methods of sabotage, both with Biodad almost 20 years ago, and with his children now. I guess if you've found a method that works, it makes sense to stick with it! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Actually, Neaksis is pretty shy around people she doesn't know. She looks young, and has a voice that, unless she consciously tries to pitch it lower (think Tallulah Bankhead on helium) often leads people talking to her on the phone to think they're talking to a kid. But she's given her life, basically, for these children, and if GG thinks, judging Neaksis' book by its sweet, innocent cover, that she can just do whatever she wants to stir up trouble with the kids, I'm guessing she'll find that there's a plot twist in there she really didn't expect. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Well, I'm hoping to get sent home early tonight, and it's time that it could happen so I guess I'll go out and look conspicuous and ready to leave. Will try to tackle the Saga later today. Or is this where the Saga tackles me? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> I shall return.

t&l

In case nobody figured it out just by the length of the post, when I say "context" I mean the full-figured, robust, hearty, needs-a-corset, bulked-up, poufed-out, Arnold Schwarzenegger context. None of this little sissy stuff for ME! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

That was long, wasn't it? Sorry. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> That's another whole chapter of the Saga. I didn't have to try and tell it all at once. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> Although hard as it may be to believe, that was the Digested Condensed Virgin Reader's Edition, nevertheless. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> My life makes me tired. I slept for 2 hrs. by the side of the road this morning, and usually 20-30 min. of shut-eye is enough for those on-the-way-home naps I take when I'm really sleepy. And I'm going back to bed again, too! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> Ol' Life of the Party, that's me!

t&l

t&l,

I'm just glad you PULL OVER befor sleeping!!!

You have a very special family you know....Neak and Neaksis are very endearing...

Could part of HP's problem be that he is SURROUNDED by highly functioning, dynamic women?

Do I need to defend us from this accusation? Hopefully not. Personally, I prefer my men to have a few more teeth, and a lot shorter rap sheet! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> And when I can finally post a picture of Birthday Girl, you will be able to see why I have never been able to accept that at 17 (when the kiddie dumping first started) she was neither so old nor so unattractive that she had to give up all hope of finding a man of her own, or having children of her own...and be reduced to "stealing" the children of an innocent woman whose only mistake was to mistakenly put her trust in those wolves-in-sheep's-clothing Christians hiding their evil schemes under a cloak of pretended help.

It may come across just fine on its own <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />, but I have to tell you I have a lot harder time with the absolute fecal material dished out at us by Biomom and Granny Gargamel than anything HP has ever done, or continues to do, or might possibly do in the future. Even if he eventually gave into the temptation to wring my neck, it wouldn't be as annoying as what these two women persist in doing. And Biodad? 6 feet tall, and covered with tattoos, most people would be intimidated by him if they saw him--especially if he were scowling. But his mama has a ring through his, um, ah, ahem, nose, and leads his thoughts around in the way she wants them to go. He is so unable to stand up for himself or his kids that he now professes himself to be uncertain about whether or not Biomom's lies are true and we are the liars who made up the stories of molestation and abuse to deprive them of their children, and meant all along to do bad to him and them. He never would've seen or talked to them once in his 6+ years of incarceration if we hadn't brought them to see him, and paid for the collect calls so he could visit by phone in between. So Biodad, who are you going to believe, your mother (who hasn't seen the kids for over 8 years) or Biomom (whom you know by personal experience is a dedicated liar and rejector of personal responsibility), or your nearly-20 years of experience with this family, and your own lying eyes? (Mumbling) I don't know, Susan. I'm just so <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />.

Grr. You are <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />. I can see that. I, on the other hand, am <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />. (as in "furious", not "hatter") Particularly at the accusations flung at Neaksis. OK, so they don't say thank you. I'm used to that. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> But if you can't be grateful,at least don't complain.

People sure can mess up their lives, can't they? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

t&l

t&l,

You and your Neakgirls are a force to be reckoned with. Biomom, Biodad, and Granny Gargamel don't stand a chance...

They are doing all that they know how to do....pretty sad isn't it. Thankfully it won't be perpetuated in Neaksis's kids.

In the daytime I might have tried to make it home, and keep rubbing my neck, opening the window, etc., but it was pitch black out in the foothills. No street lights. And twisty, winding roads. So sleep was the better part of valor, even though I have a very stiff neck now where my whiplash injury is from the drunk driver. I may have to start carrying a pillow in my vehicle for these special moments!


Thank you for saying so. They certainly are to me, at any rate! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> Although if anything ever happens to them, I will console myself with their large life insurance policies.

And their children whom I will inherit at the same time! Don't you girls DARE!!!!!!!!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" /> I am much too old.


Hm-m-m-m. I don't suppose it helps, but he was already this way when they were little, and lacked the power they have now...although not necessarily the dynamics or dramatics! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> So that would have left just me back in those days, and I don't think even I was ever powerful enough to SURROUND somebody all by myself! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> He be who he am. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

t&l

It's really quite interesting, as an intellectual exercise at least (not so much fun to live in real life), to analyze the similarities between these people and the WSs who "populate" the MB board. The attacking characteristics are the same. There is fog up the wazoo. There is the desire to still control what they didn't really want to possess. I'm sure there are lots more, but in my comatose state, those are the first 3 that occur to me. I do know Neaksis would never have thought of calling Granny Gargamel's letter a Plan B effort if it weren't for this site. And before we ever heard of MB, we'd Plan A'd these people TO DEATH! Obviously MB principles can be extrapolated and adapted to meet other life situations, since it's obvious that people who are in the wrong, who are screwing up either literally or physically or both, tend to follow similar patterns of behavior in order to deflect personal responsibility from themselves. It's worth some more thought, but off the top of my head, I'd say that MB has been useful to our family personally in ways we didn't anticipate back in the beginning of our discoveries here.


Not without a good stiff fight, that's for sure. It is certainly a battle between nature vs. nurture...not some philosophical thing hypothesized about in textbooks, but a real, every day, face-to-face confrontation with the radioactive fallout from these children's past. I know that in heaven the Bible promises that we're going to be able to do all sorts of wonderful things. But me? When I first get there, I think I'm going to sit down for awhile and just breathe. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> If it weren't heaven, it might even be called a sigh. Of relief. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

t&l

Hey t&l, have you read these?

HOSPITAL CHART BLOOPERS
Actual writings from hospital charts:

1. The patient refused autopsy.

2. The patient has no previous history of suicides.

3. Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.

4. She has no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband
states she was very hot in bed last night.

5. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

6. On the second day the knee was better, and on the third day it
disappeared.

7. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be
depressed.

8. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.

9. Discharge status: Alive but without permission.

10. Healthy appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally alert but
forgetful.

11. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

12. She is numb from her toes down.

13. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.

14. The skin was moist and dry.

15. Occasional, constant infrequent headaches.

16. Patient was alert and unresponsive

17. Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid.

18. She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life,
until she got a divorce.

19. I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical
therapy.

20. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.

21. Examination of genitalia reveals that he is circus sized.

22. The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.

23. Skin: somewhat pale but present.

24. The pelvic exam will be done later on the floor.

25. Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.


I'm sure you have some to add <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

Just how deep WAS this rectal exam, anyway? The examiner must've been a former OB nurse <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />



Interesting similarities. Both involve a lot of hot water, some deeply-personal probing, a sometimes painful period of expulsion, and voila, that troublesome **** is gone, and you're all better at last!


That I would like to have seen! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

I LOVE charting errors, even my own. Thanks for a good laugh. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

Have to be careful what I write here because Neak's AJ has been reading up on the thread lately and I don't want him to catch me saying anything about him that he might find insult----Oh, <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> Hi AJ! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> Heh,heh. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> How nice to see you again, and at this very moment, too. Yes, indeed. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> Why don't you sit down over there behind the monitor for a minute while I finish typing and then I've got all the time in the world to chat with you, my very DSIL. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

It was their endearingness, but especially Neak's. that prompted my first post on this site. I just couldn't sit back passively and watch this wonderfully compassionate, kind, self-effacing, generous, faithfully dedicated to duty, warm and wonderful young wife and mother be drilled by members of the board (who admittedly didn't know anything about her) for her poor marriage contributions to her husband's affair. Whatever good things AJ is now attempting, and the efforts he is putting into changing how they live at many levels of life--and he IS making a lot of effort to atone for his infidelity and to change the kind of husband he had been--when Neak stumbled across this site AJ was your average clueless WS, confusing his butt for his head, and so thinking with the wrong brain, you know, the small one with the one-track mind. Who knew, when I first spoke up in her defence and assumed my BAMOABS supersecret RogueRocket identy, where this road would wind...or where it will go even yet. I am glad you saw my daughters as endearing, since it was that very quality that I sought to defend and reveal here. I'm glad AJ can see these qualities again, too. There's a payoff for everybody when all these plans come together and reach the right fulfillment. I wish it could happen for every body, and am as sorry for those who can't quite put Humpty Dumpty back together again as I am glad for those who are able to head hand in hand towards the sunset together and at peace.

Thank you MB for what you have done for all of us. In case you didn't know it, we've all enjoyed our stay here, and have been blessed with the friends we've been able to make. You all brought brightness, hope, and real laughter to a dark time. Thank you SO much.

t&l