I'm on phones today at work. I get stupid people calling me all day, but sometimes I get a funny one and I have to share. I answered the phone as normal and asked this patient why they needed to see the doctor. The patient said he was having problems with his nose. Ok...can you be a little more specific? He then said every time he puts his head between his legs he gets a horrible smell in his nose and he can't seem to get rid of it. He decided not to schedule because we couldn't see him right away today. Hopefully he realizes all he needs to do is take a shower and perhaps wipe a little better and it will save him a copay. I love my job.
A friend of mine past away recently. This, in turn, made church a little different for me on Sunday and it got me to thinking. What have I been doing with my life or more importantly, what wasn't I doing that maybe I should be doing? I sometimes feel a little lost in what I should be doing with my life instead of stopping and truly feeling inspired to do that which is right. Mostly what has been most logical has usually been what I have felt inspired to do but I keep feeling like I should be doing more. The man that I knew who passed away was a mover and a shaker. He was truly on the go constantly and was so creative personally and professionally. He was a brilliant business man and a wonderful father and friend. You never know how long you have on this earth and sometimes our perspectives can become clouded, for one reason or another. I feel honored to have known this man and to have associated with him for as long as I did. I will never forget the lessons he taught me nor the man that he was. He will be missed but not forgotten.
So Ryan made out like a bandit for Father's Day. He has been mulching in his baggies and since he only has one pair I decided it was time to splurge and get a new pair that isn't covered in dirt. This new pair will be the non-mulching baggies. Ryan still sing the song "You are my sunshine" to me whenever I feel blue so I framed up this picture for him. Hopefully it will one day go in our nursery when Ryan sings to our own baby. I of course had to get him chocolate and then I happened to find the Warped Tour CD at Target on sale. It was so fun to celebrate Ryan and all of our fathers during that special day. I love you Ryan. You will always be my sunshine.
Dada is usually every child's first word. Now why is that? Mommy birthed you, fed you in the middle of the night, and most of the time is the one person you spend the most time with as a baby, and yet our first word is Dada. My theory is that Dad has always been the one to play with you when Mom had a headache or was too tired. Dad would tickle you and bring you home fun things from work. He would read you stories and let you stay up later when Mom wasn't home. Our Dad's have always been our heros.
I am truly the female version of my Dad. We have acne together, we have indigestion together, we even have low blood sugar together! But we also have the same mannerisms, the same zest for the gospel and the same drive that makes it hard for us to accept anything but perfection. My Dad has always been my hero. When life got hard, my Dad perservered and always turned to the gospel for strength. Though busy with numberous callings he always made time for me and my siblings. We would play games together, go to the beach and watch old movies. Even working in the yard would be fun because Dad was there. As I have gotten older I can see how influencial my Dad has been in my life and am so grateful for what he has taught me and look forward to the many lessons I know he will continue to teach me.
When I was little someone once told me I looked exactly like my Dad. I later went to my Mom crying saying, "I look like a boy!" No, I don't think I look like a boy, but I am proud to say I am my father's daughter.
After 2+ months of feeling like crap I finally got the courage (and insurance) to go to the doctor. Tomorrow I'll be going to the hospital for a few tests, which I am not too thrilled about, but I'm running out of options and am so tired of feeling terrible and having to put on a smiley face everyday when really I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep.
Here is a summary of what I'll be doing at the hospital thanks to Wikipedia.
A glucose tolerance test is a medical test in which glucose is given and blood samples taken afterward to determine how quickly it is cleared from the blood. The test is usually used to test for diabetes, insulin resistance, and sometimes reactive hypoglycemia or rarer disorders of carbohydrate metabolism. In the most commonly performed version of the test, an oral glucose tolerance test (OGTT), a standard dose of glucose is ingested by mouth and blood levels are checked two hours later. Many variations of the GTT have been devised over the years for various purposes, with different standard doses of glucose, different routes of administration, different intervals and durations of sampling, and various substances measured in addition to blood glucose.
I got to thinking, don't most pregnant women have to do this test for gestational diabetes? I'm not sure, but if you have ever had this test done let me know how it went. I'm nervous because they say that I'll be feeling super funky and dizzy afterward and I have been trying to avoid that feeling for the last 2 months. I'm just hopeful they will find something so I can start feeling like normal again.
So I have debated about posting this story, but I just can't help myself. It might be TMI for some of you so readers beware.
I was overdue for my yearly woman check-up. No biggie right? I have, in the past, had fairly good experiences and I wasn't hardly worried at all about the exam. Been there done that. So as I walk back to the exam room after checking in and paying a co-pay for this uncomfortable visit I pass by a doctor who I thought I recognized. Nah, how would I know ANY doctors out in Utah, right? WRONG! As soon as I realized who it was I started to panic. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He's a doctor. Totally professional. And he might not even be my doctor right? Wrong again. After a knock on the door Ryan's male COUSIN, who I have seen multiple times and who I will AGAIN see at family functions walks though the door. The whole reason why I go to this practice is because I never see the same doctor for this exam! Yet here I am face to face with Ryan's cousin and I'm just suppose to spread 'em! I am trying not to laugh because at this point I was either going to laugh or cry and I was about to be embarrassed enough so I decided to just laugh it off. He was so nice and very professional and asked if I wanted another doctor. At this point I didn't want to be rude and I wasn't too bothered...if I didn't think about it too much...so I said it was fine with me if it was fine with him. He was great and very helpful with some other health issues I had questions with so overall it wasn't too bad. I just don't know how I'm going to feel when I see him again. I am going to have to try not to EVER think about how he saw me totally naked. Perfect. Luckily my breast exam was done last year so he said I was good to go until next year. The boobs were safe. Sigh. I must have angered the medical Gods because I seriously do not embarrass easily but I definitely got a little pink in the cheeks. Next time I'll make sure to check if any of my relatives are on call before I head on over to bare all. Lesson learned.
For Memorial Day Ryan and I road-tripped it with the Glassmans down to Arizona to visit our friends the Broadbents. We were so excited to get away and have a relaxing long weekend. Here we are at some no-mans-land gas station stretching our legs.
After 10 1/2 hours in the car we had finally made it. Tyler's Dad was nice enough to take us out on the boat on Friday to wakeboard and get ourselves a nice Arizona tan.