The inhumanity of being human these days

     So I decided to make this a series of rants about how I feel about the idiots who are running the world. I know that I am not capable of running myself since I do not have the capacity but in all honesty you have to be an idiot not to see this as a problem. 

 I would like to start this off by saying that yes, I do hate the way things are being done now. Society used to have a more logistical approach, regardless about how you felt about certain things, it was much simpler then when it came to dealing with stuff. However, now everyone gets too sensitive and cancelled if the wrong thing is said. Don't get me wrong- I am all for cancelling a bastard who takes what it means to be human for granted. While there may have been a few, and I mean very few good points that came out of society changing the way it did, (notice how I used changing and not evolving, because let me be frank- based on all the BS I have to see we are devolving at a steady pace to the point that America has become a laughing stock and we will be closer to cavemen than highly intelligent humans, but I digress). One of the few good points is that people are more open to talking about mental health and not shoving it aside and saying it's not real or it doesn't affect people as much. As someone who has ADHD, depression and anxiety I am really appreciative that mental health has come to the forefront and I am able to take care of myself. I can acknowledge with no shame that this is something that I have dealt with for many years in many unhealthy ways, but I am now more accepting of myself. Honestly though I need to stop there because after all this, society has gone to literal shit. Now yes, this is a personal opinion, but let us all be honest, I am not the only one who feels this way. 

      Let us start off talking about the field of healthcare. You may think, what could be wrong with that? There are so many new lifesaving surgeries and medications out that save lives! What is wrong with that? Try the prices and corruption involved with Big Pharma and insurance companies! Each of these medications cost an arm and a leg and the hoops you need to jump through to obtain money from your insurance is absolutely maddening!! Even hospital stays are insane! $1000 bucks for tissues when you stay at the hospital after having a baby! And let me tell you, those tissues are not made out of silk! In addition I would like to issue a very sarcastic thank you to all of the states who are working so hard to make sure that specialists cannot stay in the states in question and end up leaving, leaving those that do stay with a buttload more patients as well as forcing those who can't get an appointment to travel a good distance to get the care they need. Let us not forget Big Pharma. So corrupt and enjoys putting who knows what kind of chemicals in our bloodstream in order to make us better all while actually making use sick... and hoarding all kinds of drugs that could lose them money and put them out of business. Because we know what makes Big Pharma happy is keeping us all sick and dependent on the drugs that they produce. I think the point I am trying to make regarding the healthcare system here is that it sucks unless you are rich. Then you are settled, (not always though...). Honestly, it's all about the value of the dollar which is frankly taking thanks to the idiots running our country now.

                               
Dear Readers,

Marnie here. It is that time of year again... the time to spin more tales! Here is one about a mother who loves to surprise her daughter..... Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.


                                   Stories of my mother

     My mother is quite the woman. I love her to bits. But let me tell you, there is a mischievous streak in her. She always loves to surprise me. There have been many occasions where she has had the opportunity to do so and had successfully accomplished her mission of surprising me. Here are some of the occasions that my mother pulled a fast one on me, (there are to many occasions to place in one piece, so there will be a part two... probably...).:

    The Harry Potter books is one of my favorite series. I fell in love with it as a child and I always looked forward to when the next one would come out. My mother took it upon herself to make books five, six and seven a surprise for me:

    1) Book 5 was a back to school surprise. When I was younger we would always go to the country, (now before you say anything I am in no way rich...), for the summer so my mother and father would often go supply shopping nearby when we were there. They went with my grandfather, (who was there for the weekend), who they figured would enjoy an evening out shopping.... he loved to buy trinkets for us, and in addition would not have the patience to wait around all evening for them to come back. It helps that I was old enough to babysit at the time.

     When they came back they handed me my bag of supplies. From the corner of my eye I saw both my father and grandfather practically buzzing with excitement, but I figured that my grandfather had gotten me a small present, so I thought nothing of it, figuring that I'll be happy and say thanks when I see it. Especially since they said something to confirm my suspicions- "Make sure to take one item out at a time, and don't look inside. 

     So here I am going through my bag and I slowly pick out supplies. I take out notebooks, pencils and other school knick-knacks that I honestly do not remember. Then I felt it- someone that felt like a book and it was very heavy. I was really confused. I picked it up and there it was- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was beyond excited! My mother told me that it was sold out before! 

     She then told me what happened. Apparently when they went supply shopping, (since it was in a mall), she walked by the bookstore- on the small chance that there might be copies... and what do you know- there was! Apparently the bookstore in question just restocked! Of course because she is so freaking awesome, she decided right then and there to buy one! 

So that was how I got book 5... Now onto how I got book 6...

     2)Book 6 was a summer surprise. Now I know what those of you who grew up when the books were published might say... so I will stop you right there. I know that each book came out in the summer- but the context of the surprises vary since my mother liked to switch it up. Anyway, back on to the surprise at hand. This one might be a little vague, since there are parts I am having trouble remembering. The whole thing started when we were visiting my brother in camp. At the time my father was working in the city while those who were not in sleepaway camp, i.e. the scaredy-pants-who-was-scared-to-be-away-from-home: me, we went to the country to enjoy some fresh air in a day-camp. Anyway... sorry for slipping into so many tangents... for some reason the week of visiting day I had decided to go back with my father to the city. The plan was that we would meet up with my mother at camp. 

     Before we went in to see my brother, I couldn't help but notice that my baby brother was buzzing with excitement. When I asked what's up, he blurted out that my mother got me a new book. My mother quickly "corrected" him by say that I wanted to buy it but there were no more copies. I was tired so I left well enough alone. We met up and had a great visiting day. After we were done, I was getting ready to go back with my mother... (like I said- it's a bit fuzzy). She asked me to load something in the trunk, which I did not find unusual... I mean it is common knowledge that as long as your parents are asking you to do something within reason, (I mean as a parent you wouldn't ask your kid to do something too hard, right...?). 

    When I opened the trunk, I saw book number 6!! My mother apparently decided to stop by the book store on the way and saw that there were many copies, so being the awesome mother that she is, she decided to buy it for me. Yay for mommies that love to buy their daughter books!

     3)Book 7... For those who grew up when the books came out, you know that as each book was released, it was very exciting to wait for it. The tension that built up... the wait until the pre-ordering was available... I remember waiting for the site to open so that we could place a pre-order for the book. Once it was open I was literally on my mother's head begging her to place the order. She seemingly placed the order and told me not to hold my breath. I mean so many people wanted the book that it might take a while to get it. I was disappointed but I understood. I mean, it was one of the most popular series at the time. It made sense that I would have to wait. On top of that, where we were for the summer did not have a post office. We had to go to a different area to get any letters or packages. Seeing as the book would have come on Sunday- hypothetically... so there would be a waiting game regardless.  

      Now let me set the scene... it's Sunday afternoon. I had finished my books and I was a mix between bored and watching TV. The doorbell rings. It's the daughter of my mother's friend. I thought she had come to drop something off or pick something up so I didn't think anything of it. I was in my room when I heard the summons. My mother was calling me to the living room. I entered the living area to see what was up. My mother summoned me to the door. I was wondering what this girl and my mother needed from me until I got to the door and saw it. The holy grail- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, (I know... I was a teen with nothing but books on the brain... I know I am weird- what do you want from me?), and gently took the book into my hands, grabbed it tight and proceeded to jump up and down like a little kid in a candy store. I think I was even shrieking like a little girl. 

     My mother's friend's daughter was laughing at my reaction with my mother explaining in short that I was a geek and something like this was going to make me this excited. She still got a good chuckle out of it, and honestly I don't blame her- I was pretty funny to look at. 

So this is the end of part 1 of how my Mama surprised me. Let's see what part 2 brings...     

      

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                                                                   Appendicitis

      I have to tell you that appendicitis sucks. It's a surprise that hits you in the gut, (literally), and it's a pain in the ass to recover from. I guess for me it has to do with the fact that A- I have a family that I cannot take care of, and, B- the pain is excruciating and annoying as hell. Also, it can make you a bit bitchy..... (not proud of this one...). If you've had a laparoscopic procedure to remove said annoying organ. you should looks really gross.... even at the hospital they said that I would ooze. How nasty is that to hear that you would ooze? You usually hear that about evil witches who are melting from water...., (yes I did make a reference to Wizard of Oz, how could you not throw a shout-out to a classic when given the chance). Anyway I know that I'm going on a bit of a tangent on how recovery is going, but I should really talk about how this all began.....

     Well, Saturday night I began to experience a bit of a stomach ache. I thought nothing of it. When relaxing the pain went away, and it felt ordinary. That changed around 4 am Sunday morning when I woke up with the most excruciating pain and immediately went to the bathroom, and on my way I grabbed a shopping bag, (based on a hunch). As I sat down the sudden urge to throw up became rather imminent so I grabbed the bag and stuck it in my face and then it happened. It was awful. Once I finished, I thought I would be good, so I went back to bed. No such luck. For next hour and a half I would be going between my bed, couch and bathroom trying to get comfortable and throwing up what honestly felt like acid, (I've thrown up quite a bit in my life so I would know something like this... yucky I know). Finally around 6 am I couldn't take it anymore and woke my husband up letting him know the situation. he seemed a bit flustered but we were both tired so I did't blame him. Frankly I was trying not to die, (I know dramatic, but the pain was the most awful thing I ever felt).

      At some point I told him that I needed to go to the hospital. I don't know why I said hospital, but I just had the urge that I had to go there. So after some talking he called Hatzolah and they came over after a few minutes. I in the meantime went to the couch and was literally clutching my stomach and crying in pain. I never felt so helpless. They came and felt my pain which was the center circle of my stomach and informed me that this is unusual so I should go to the hospital. My husband called my Father-in-law to look after our kids so that he could look after me. Literally after the call to my father-in-law ended I ran to the bathroom to hurl yet again... 4 freaking times already. I was so done. When my father-in-law came, my hubby took me to the emergency room. Now I would like to add that I live in Canada. While everything is covered with Medicare, the staff at hospitals are awesome, they are truly awesome, but the only way you will be seen right away is if you passed out on the floor and do not wake up right away. You could be clutching your stomach in pain and they will put you as a high priority, but you still have to wait your turn. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy with them. This is just a cynical view on things, because honestly that was what was going on in my head at the moment. I was sick, pissed at the world and just overall tired and wanted to sleep.

     At some point one nurse took my vitals and asked for my symptoms. I even asked for some pain meds, and while she seemed somewhat sympathetic when she told me that she couldn't do that until I was registered. Finally after waiting some time, and a mistake when I thought I was called, I was finally called to register and sent to the trauma area. There they took some blood and sat me down on a pretty comfy recliner. They ran a couple of tests and proceeded to help alleviate the pain that I had, i.e. the good stuff. Then it was just a matter of waiting until they figured out which test to run next, and just the regular waiting game you have when you are not an extreme emergency patient. A couple of hours in, I still could not ingest any food or drink of any kind. Around 12 am Sunday, they informed me that I would be having a CAT scan and that I had to drink three cups of liquid. After I slowly downed the first one, it decided to come right back up... not fun. I informed the nurse who told me to at least try and keep one down and hope that that would be enough. Luckily for me it was.

     When we were done with the scan, I went back to rest. I was awoken from a drug induced nap shortly after, and was informed that I had an inflamed appendix that had to come out. Apparently, an inflamed appendix can be treated with medication but it never goes away.. (essentially you would be on a repeat cycle until you couldn't be). So essentially they recommend removal so that the patient does not have to go through the medication anxiety.

       They had the general surgeon come down to explain what would happen. She explained the kind of surgery that I would have, (laparoscopic, essentially they cut small holes into my belly and suck out my appendix... to put it bluntly), and my estimated recovery rate. They then proceeded to tell me that I would have to wait a little due to other emergencies that took precedence. I then informed her in no uncertain terms that as long as it didn't burst, (which she informed me that I was way off from that happening), and that I was medicated to not feel the pain, I was good for the wait. She chuckled and went about her merry way.

     Finally after quite a few hours of trying to figure out when I would go into surgery, they came to inform me that would happen around 5 am. I was escorted to the surgery room on a gurney, and then moved to the operating table. They inserted the anesthesia into my IV and within minutes I was out like a light. When I came to I was in the recovery room and my husband was present as soon as he was able. After catching my breathe, I was discharged and we went to my in-laws. Now here is where my awesome hubby and his awesome family came in.

      We stayed over for the night, and I was not allowed to lift a finger. Even when we went home, I was out of commission for close to a week. My mother-in-law made supper one night when I could not, but my husband took care of me and the kids. He did the work of two people for the entire week. He took care of the kids, myself and went to work. I was basically bedridden and sick for the whole week. Between the hot and cold flashes, followed by the horrible nausea and no appetite, it was actually quite nice to get back to a little version of normal.

    This experience has taught me a few things:
- Be thankful for what you have. When you are out of commission after you have a family, you actually find yourself craving the normalcy of your crazy routine.
- Be thankful to your spouse. My husband was a superhero and superstar the entire week and I will always remember this when I even attempt to think of taking him for granted.
- Always trust your gut. I knew that I needed the hospital for this pain and I was not wrong about it.

All in all, I am still recovering but I am happy to report that I am almost up to snuff. Now it's just a matter of getting healthy.....

For those of you who read and enjoy my blog, I apologize for not posting in so long... life gets in the way..... who knows? I may write about that.... 😆😃😛

Why I hate politics....

I am letting you know that this is a rant. I am going to vent because of all the stupidity that I have been seeing online. I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but here goes:

I HATE POLITICS.

I sincerely do. It splits people apart and only allows those who are corrupt to run the offices. Am I saying that all politicians are corrupt? No. However, the only ones you are hearing about are those who are more willing to line their pockets rather than help the people who need it. Those who do good are to far to few.

There is also one other thing I want people to understand before I continue about the travesty that was this election. I am not standing by either candidate. Do I insult them? No. I express distaste for how they run things and quirks that bother me. Do I go on a rant and insult them? Do I curse them out? NO.

I think Hillary is a liar who would have brought refugees in that would turn us into Europe-women worried about walking in the street because they might be attacked. And again to clarify,(because I know how people love to take this things out of context), I do not think all refugees are bad. You see many of these people are good and kind and willing to lend a helping hand when it is needed. She is someone who so many charges have been brought against, but yet nothing seems to stick. This makes a person wonder what exactly goes on behind closed doors. She is a smooth speaker and knows to take a situation and use it to her advantage. She seems to be able to insult and demoralize while speaking about how great of a nation we all are. However, she is a strong woman in an environment that is quite full of testosterone.

Nor do I like the way Trump works as well. You would think that the man would learn when to close his mouth and actually act smart. He is not a complete idiot after all. His talk and banter have people going nuts because they equate him talking with actually completing the action. They call the man a bigot, racist and a bully to name a few insults that have passed his way. Now while he acts like that, we see in his daily life that that is not always the case. We see that many of his employees love him and he treats them with respect, (including women and minorities as well). His children are also a great example. They are respectful and well groomed and they love their father.

My rant focuses on the stupidity of the public. Stupidity may be a strong word, but seriously people, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Quit fixating on what is done! Quit wishing for a president whose only major accomplishment was Obamacare. Many of you were not crazy about him towards the end of his presidency, but suddenly he is your best friend! (Personally, I never liked him, but everyone is entitled to their own opinion.)

As much as I hate to say it, Trump may actually do something right, but instead of waiting and seeing what he may or may not do, you close your eyes and only see your narrow vision. You only seem to focus on hate, the hate which so many of you always fight against….. Well it looks like politics brings out the ugly side of you pretty people. I look at some people’s posts and I just want to slap you people so hard. The hate I see is so sad and ridiculous. Celebrities are crying crocodile tears in the Nile and are acting like 5 year old children.

GET OVER YOURSELVES!

This is the life we live. This is the comedy/fantasy world that we are living in. All this hate and anger towards things that do not go our way. Get over yourself. Teach your future generation that they can grow up to be better than the previous generation, that they can accomplish more than even you as their parents could. Stop focusing on your narrow vision, and open your mind to the reality.

This is our world. This is where we live. Instead of complaining of what has happened, focus on what you can do to change the world. Focus on what you can do to make it a better place.

And if you are a woman who wants their girls to know that one day if they want they can be president, encourage them. Tell them to create ways to help people and that they can change the world with the impact that they have. In addition, if they ever do hear Trump and they are confused why he talks the way he talks, tell your kids this, “Someday this man will leave the oval office and someone better will take his place. Someone who talks well and acts well and thinks about what they can do to help the people.

I guess my point is that everyone SHOULD GET OVER THEMSELVES! Grow up and move on. This man will be gone in either four or eight years. His presidency will affect us in one way or another. However the main effect will be when people get their heads out of the sand and start treating others with respect. Stop bashing people you barely know and stop bashing those who support them. It is ridiculous and trivial as well as hurtful.

*Allow me to explain something that was said in the above piece: Expressing distaste is not and does not have to be insulting. You are indicating something you dislike something about someone or an idea, but you are not outright stating that you have a HATRED for them. Everyone in the world is different people will disagree. But there is no need to have an all out war.

Just a weird heads up... Some of the spacing on several of my posts looks a little ridiculous.... That was not how it was written. Just keep that in mind when you read them.

Thanks,
Mati