In My Head

Tuesday September 29th 2009 We saw a patient today in her 40s who had had a stroke while at work. 40 years old!! The stroke had rid her of her ability to speak. Her husband and I talked as I was booking their next appointments about how be fore her stroke she had talked about getting new insurance. The stroke happened and the husband who was unsure of their medical insurance situation was having to deal with this tragic event and the money questions of the hospitals and dr's, all while his wife watched but was unable to communicate it to him. He finally traced the payments that had been made from her checking account to the company and found out she had taken care of it and had insurance. Poor guy... She stood quietly along his very helpful and pleasant side as he told the story looking grateful and trapped in her head. Thinking back on it, it's funny how life is... She lost her ability to communicate but wasn't communicating the important things before anyways. That may ...

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A sign of relief and pride as I heard his name called, then his chair move as he stood to be recongnized. "Floyd James III" I am glad I got to witness his success this Tuesday as he was sworn in to the Oklahoma Bar Association. This man has never ceased to amaze me with his wit and determination. It is woven in his skin to succeed whether he knows it or not. His family swooned around him after the ceremony, his father still firm smirked a sense of achievement that was not easily recognized. Congratulations Trey!!!! Your mother would be proud!!

The early morning alarm clock came too soon. Another 4 a.m. Wednesday morning of babysitting, work, and school. I tend to have more things to do than I do time. I packed our clothes, my hair dryer, straight iron, toothbrush, and deodorant nearly in the dark again never missing a beat. Hoping that my son, Tony, would bounce out of bed, I hollered his name. I do this every morning hoping that he will one day just get up and get himself ready with no groaning or moaning. Who am I kidding? Your never to young to start that. After telling him about 4 times he is finally ready and headed to the couch to fall back asleep. Fine by me, he is ready and closer to the door. Next, is my baby girl, Carlee. She is starting to wake up from the movement in the house but not interested in opening her eyes. A quick diaper change will do for now until I dress her for daycare. Down to the car I walk with Carlee in one arm. Purse, bag with our clothes, and Carlee’s diaper bag on the other arm and my keys to...