I'll do my provider (because it's not always just the MDs, it can be the DOs or the PAs) rant first... most of them are incredibly down to earth people that want to explain things to their patients and totally appreciate any input from any member of the health care team whether it be pharmacist, nurse, nursing aide, social worker, etc (including the patient). And then yes, there's the doctors that won't listen that frustrate the daylights out of me. I see it from the other side, but it's the same from the patients side, I think. I used to work on the medical floors of inpatient (admitted) units. Once I proved myself as worthy to the team I got a lot of "hey what do you think of..." and "could you help me with..." but there were always ones that thought that a (young [shock!], girl [the horror!]) pharmacist shouldn't "interfere" with what they wanted to do. I remember this one surgeon that wouldn't listen to me no matter what the evidence/literature said that backed me up. He went off on me in the ICU in front of everyone (unfortunately I cried thus perpetuating the young girl stereotype), he then screamed at my boss that I should be fired and tried to get my notes redacted out of the patients chart (because I was right) so he wouldn't get sued for not treating the patient. He hated me until he retired, but I stood up for what was right. Another guy who acted very similar to this surgeon hated my interference until one day I had to call him to point out he put a patient on a medication that was totally inappropriate. I swear that guy sucked up to me until he recently retired, too. He handpicked me to work on a bunch of projects with him, and to me, that's success. I guess my point is, don't ever stop questioning something, and if you can, switch providers if you aren't getting what you need, if you have the ability to switch. I know a lot of health care providers get frustrated with patients (mostly stemming from the ones that don't want to know or be involved but want you as the provider to wave a magic wand and fix everything) but demand to have your questions answered. It really is better for you to understand what's going on and why you've been requested to try a specific treatment or lifestyle change. I know when I see patients and there's multiple options I talk them all out with my patients and we come to an agreement together. I think those people tend to do better with their treatment because they've put some effort into it and understand.
Originally Posted by dsqard
Well the hay was finally ready yesterday. We borrowed another truck and trailer so between the two we were able to get 147 bales. Just a little stiff this morning but the barn is pretty well stocked. DH now understands how much work hay shopping is (this is the first time he has helped through the whole process). We had to load from the field and then unload and stack at home. DH looks at me after we finished and says "wow, that's a lot of work" No kidding I usually have to do at least the loading by myself and then get a grumbling DH to help me unload at home. Love him to death, but if you are going to grumble and complain, don't bother helping me. It makes it worse and I would rather do it alone. Yesterday, not too much grumbling and now a new respect for what it takes to get the barn stocked up. And he wonders why my arms are so muscled
Glad you got the hay and some new respect.
Originally Posted by dsqard
There are times when he does something that I think, if you were my employee I would fire you.
HAHAHA! Thank you for making me laugh this morning. I fired mine a few years ago and haven't regretted it! Good thing he wasn't union ;)
Originally Posted by Bunnylady
Oh, yeah, they're a different species from us, no doubt about it. I sometimes think the Almighty enjoys making weird pairings as one of our "life lessons". Unfortunately, I'm the tortoise, Hubby's, um, I suppose a camel would be the best analogy. Not quite the Energizer bunny, but he keeps on truckin' and I'm like, "hey, could you wait just a minute so I can catch up or catch my breath?" He works like a dog all day for next to nothing (college and grad school, and he goes into landscape maintenance because he likes being outdoors) so I hate to ask him to do anything, but he likes to help out around the house nonetheless. Only, when he does, I'm like, "huh?" He'll clean the bowl of the bathroom sink (yay!) but not the counter around it (lots of iron and calcium in our water, so there's lots of visible waterspots outside the sink, too.) He'll do the floor of the shower (yay!) but not the walls or the doors (great! White floor, orange walls - does that really look better to you?) I can't scrub that dratted thing every day, so I'm stuck with either having to finish the job now so it looks good, or looking at the half-done job until I can get around to it (by which time, the floor will need a little attention, too). Of course, he expects a complement or at least a thank-you, and is disappointed when the thanks seem a bit less than heartfelt. I mean, I appreciate the thought, but . . . .
Gotta love 'em!
BF and I are alternating sloth and hare. It's really nice when we're both in sloth mode, and nice when we're both motivated. There's nothing worse when I'm feeling slothy and he's moving around cleaning things. It makes me mad, and then I have to un-sloth and help him. It's a guilt thing. And I'm not even Catholic. Despite the fact that I've been out of my parents house for 14 years, I still think my mom is going to come up behind me and slap me out of my chair to help. That's quite a feat - she's 600 miles away. She's scary.
I've had to do some rethinking on things like half cleaning. I'm glad some of it is done, but yeah, DO THE REST! FINISH THE JOB! BF does the dishes here but leaves the sink trap full of gross stuff and leaves the sponge in the sink. I try not to get my blood pressure up over it, because it's such a small stupid thing, but I do. I'm absolutely thrilled the dishes are done but I don't want to touch cold soggy vittles and the gross drippy sponge. I left them there once and I had to scrape the sink clean because the food dried out and cemented itself onto the sink. I just go behind him now and finish the job, thankful that the dishes are done. I once found myself upset that he did laundry while I was at work and didn't fold stuff "right." It was still folded quite nicely, but was folded in half instead of thirds. I had to have a conversation with myself over how crazy I was becoming.
We're supposed to do some roosters/drakes today and I'm still trying to get out of sick/sloth mode. BF is upstairs killing virtual Nazis again. I think we're both in the same mode.