As I write today, so much has changed. We do not live on Signal Mtn anymore. We have moved to Polk County, the county seat is Benton. We are in the farthest to the right and bottom of the State, Bordering on Georgia and North Carolina.
Now, I want to make something very clear, I am more involved and concerned about "stuff" than ever. National, State, County or City and neighborhood issues, I all observe. I am still going to post to Chattanoogan.com as ever. They will probably say I don't have a right since I am not there , but I am probably not going to say.
Obama is Having Birthday Parties while the Nation is Burning, Like Nero was fiddling while Rome burned. This man is so inept, he has not a clue 1 , or this is his master plan to run the Govt into the Ground and then somehow say he will say it with another 4 year term, Bullshit.
The Plight of the unemployed, the peoples who have simply quit looking for a job is truly being estimating by those not influenced by the Govt to be close to 20%. Social Security Disability Recips like myself are scared to Death. We fear not only that we are again not going to receive a cost of living increase, but we could and will probably see cuts in Medicare and our monthly pentience.
This is really far than my worst fears 20 years ago. I never thought I would see the day when my family's entire exsistence depends on the whims of a bureacrat in Dc who has no idea what is real.
You cannot go to work, that is wrong, even if you could. Big Brother wants us to suffer. As Anthony Hopkins so properly said in "Legends of the Fall"
"Screw Em".
That is becoming one of my favorite expressions, I am afraid I am going to unleash it on a DC Employee
More to Come from Polk County Tennessee
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
The Cost of Food is going up, Barry !
Well, I just returned from a dreaded trip to the grocery store. I think Mayonaise is made from crude oil. $ 5.69 for Hellmans. Everything is going up, let me make you a short list.
1. Corn Up 100% = this year so far. There goes the Cornbread. SIlos are reported to have the least backup inventory , ever.
2. Sugar, same price, just 3 lbs for the same price as 5, that is what 60%
3. Beef, Forget
4. Pork, used to be reasonable, not now.Organic Bacon, $ 8.99 lb, what the Hell ia an organic Pig, they are a Pig.
5. Obama wants to add a $ 1.00 per gallon tax thru EPA.
6. Any Cereal, All Grains, straight up.
7. Let's not even mention gas.
8. Cooking Oil, Granola Oil. Last year 1 QT was $ 1.29, now $ 3.99
9. Ice Cream, same price but if you hold the carton sideways, 2 inches thick, a Trick
10. Deodorant, Don't know why, regular can Arrid Extra Dry was $ 1.69, now $ 4
I guess we will be like the French, take 1 bath a week.
This was a true professional study, just a mad shopper ..
Mitch
1. Corn Up 100% = this year so far. There goes the Cornbread. SIlos are reported to have the least backup inventory , ever.
2. Sugar, same price, just 3 lbs for the same price as 5, that is what 60%
3. Beef, Forget
4. Pork, used to be reasonable, not now.Organic Bacon, $ 8.99 lb, what the Hell ia an organic Pig, they are a Pig.
5. Obama wants to add a $ 1.00 per gallon tax thru EPA.
6. Any Cereal, All Grains, straight up.
7. Let's not even mention gas.
8. Cooking Oil, Granola Oil. Last year 1 QT was $ 1.29, now $ 3.99
9. Ice Cream, same price but if you hold the carton sideways, 2 inches thick, a Trick
10. Deodorant, Don't know why, regular can Arrid Extra Dry was $ 1.69, now $ 4
I guess we will be like the French, take 1 bath a week.
This was a true professional study, just a mad shopper ..
Mitch
The MS HUG is not out of affection
After I went to my Dr to determine what was the source of the pain/snapping/rubber band stretching/weird stuff going on in my left flank, I really did not get help.
He sent me to get a CT of my Kidney to make sure I did not have a stone. Well, Of course, no stone. The tech at the CT said I was free to go. I drive back to the DR's office and see my nurse at the counter. Then I asked, what now, I need something for breakthru pain. She goes back to the Dr and he offers a script of Mobic, a sronger version of alleve.
I have Multiple Sclerosis. Why will people not listen. Alleve is like an M&M. It is not my fault that my Neuro started me on Narcotics 21 years ago. I take Oxycodone 40 mg ext every 12 hours. Quite frankly, it is not that great. I am not a raving drug fiend searching for my next fix. I take it as directed. I am not DUI, I am not Public Drunk, I am not even high. I have read in several MS blogs from other patients, their dr's give them meds for break thru.
The only explanation must be he is so scared of the TBI which monitors drug scripts out of Nashville. He is scared of an audit, investigation or something. If I as a Dr has been following the "LAW" as required, I would not fear an audit..
I feel as though I am paying the price in pain because of his fear of these people. This is not how it is supposed to be. The Patient comes first, period. If you can provide relief even to a MS patient, which he said he could not make pain free, maybe he needs to re-evaluate his desire to be a Dr.
I am the patient, in need. I beleive he took an oath to help me, Government be Da----.
That will do for now, More to come.
Mitch
He sent me to get a CT of my Kidney to make sure I did not have a stone. Well, Of course, no stone. The tech at the CT said I was free to go. I drive back to the DR's office and see my nurse at the counter. Then I asked, what now, I need something for breakthru pain. She goes back to the Dr and he offers a script of Mobic, a sronger version of alleve.
I have Multiple Sclerosis. Why will people not listen. Alleve is like an M&M. It is not my fault that my Neuro started me on Narcotics 21 years ago. I take Oxycodone 40 mg ext every 12 hours. Quite frankly, it is not that great. I am not a raving drug fiend searching for my next fix. I take it as directed. I am not DUI, I am not Public Drunk, I am not even high. I have read in several MS blogs from other patients, their dr's give them meds for break thru.
The only explanation must be he is so scared of the TBI which monitors drug scripts out of Nashville. He is scared of an audit, investigation or something. If I as a Dr has been following the "LAW" as required, I would not fear an audit..
I feel as though I am paying the price in pain because of his fear of these people. This is not how it is supposed to be. The Patient comes first, period. If you can provide relief even to a MS patient, which he said he could not make pain free, maybe he needs to re-evaluate his desire to be a Dr.
I am the patient, in need. I beleive he took an oath to help me, Government be Da----.
That will do for now, More to come.
Mitch
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Something New kicking my Butt, Illness
For the past couple of weeks, I started noticing a weird feeling in my lower left side. At first it has came and went, with no real pattern. It has gotten worse over time and know has developed into a steady gnawing in my lower left side and back.
My father had kidney stones and later had to have his right kidney removed. The reason was "Kidney Disease". I was very young at the time and don't remember much about it. I do remember that dad had a scar from navel to backbone, he was cut in half.
I have read up on what this might be and first thing in morning I am calling the doctor to get it, asap. It might be a stone, or even worse some type of infection, don't know. The water pills I take for retention also can cause stones.
Wish me luck, I don't need another problem with MS riding on my shoulders.
Here we go < Mitch
My father had kidney stones and later had to have his right kidney removed. The reason was "Kidney Disease". I was very young at the time and don't remember much about it. I do remember that dad had a scar from navel to backbone, he was cut in half.
I have read up on what this might be and first thing in morning I am calling the doctor to get it, asap. It might be a stone, or even worse some type of infection, don't know. The water pills I take for retention also can cause stones.
Wish me luck, I don't need another problem with MS riding on my shoulders.
Here we go < Mitch
Monday, May 16, 2011
A Open Letter I wrote for Laura's Graduation
What changes your life ?
Deanna and I were in our mid thirties when the glorious news came that Beth, Philip’s wife was going to have a baby. Becoming Grand Parents in your thirties is hard to wrap your mind around. Being that my Grand Parents were late in life when I was born, I thought all Grand Parents were grayed, very wise about all things and above all, had a Grand Mother’s house. It was also a must that a Grand Mother wear an apron, the mention of that to Deanna did not go well.The last must have, all Grand Kids have a Grand Mother’s house. It has to be on a farm or a least look
“ Country “, wooden framed, with a barn to explore and such. When I spotted the home in Loudon while Deanna was in Chattanooga that day, it was a “Grand Mother’s House”. I signed the paper that day and bought it while she was gone.
Don’t misunderstand, we were thrilled. Deanna went into a “nesting” mode. She decorated a room for the new baby at our home. The rest of the house was transforming, with a Teddy Bear here, another childlike decor item there, until the whole house was just so for the arrival of this wonderful new gift God had chosen to bring into our lives. Then she started on Philip and Beth’s home. There had to be wallpaper borders, the crib in a certain position, plenty of the best Battenburg linens you could find. I could walk thru the house and move a pillow a half an inch and her watchful eye would know it.
September 28 finally arrived. We rushed to Chattanooga from Loudon, breaking I am sure several Speed Limits on the way, we simply could not be late. We waited and waited, and did I mention waited. Finally, Laura was born. I remember when we were allowed into the room after the birth, Deanna holding Laura for the first time. It is impossible for me to put into words what I saw then. Deanna was cradling the baby in her arms and she simply glowed. People that know us both rarely find us speechless, but this was it. I will never forget the look of absolute joy on Deanna’s face. A baby so perfect, created by the almighty, was nestled in her arms. When it came my time to hold her, I did not know about babies. In my mind they they were like a piece of fine china. I was a wreck, was I supporting her neck right, enough pressure on the bottom, is she upright so she can breathe, what am I going to do wrong that will injure this perfect child ? But, I did not break her and looked deep into her eyes knowing something that I had read was now true. An author, whose name I cannot recall once wrote,” When you meet your Grand Child at birth look deep into their eyes. You have just met the person who will be holding your hand and looking into your eyes with immeasurable Love when it is time for you to pass on.”
The years have passed and the Birthdays, Christmas Celebrations, and other family events have come and gone. We have witnessed Laura grow from a baby thru the adolescent years, the freckles, and seeming to grow and inch every time we looked at her. The years have passed too quickly. We have pictures scattered thru the house of Laura growing up but they are simply moments frozen in time. Our minds have to fill in the blanks. One of my cherished memories is that when we lived in Loudon, we were probably 100 yards from a Norfolk Southern main railway line that had been used since the Civil War. We had the Grandmother’s House required Porch Swing and Laura and I would spend countless hours watching the trains go by. She was small enough that “safety first” me would always keep a hand on her stomach, fearing she would fall out. Every, and I mean every train that came by received Laura’s greeting. “High Train” when it appeared and “Bye Train’ as the last car went by. When it was time to go in, way after dark, she did not want to go, still waiting for the next train to appear.
Laura gave us both a precious gift when she was very young that has endured the years and will last forever. Soon after learning to say her first words, Deanna became “Nana” and I was named “Papa” The names have endured over the years and were passed down to each Grand Child. We Thank Laura for this and will always cherish it. Every time I am called Papa, I think of Laura giving me such a wonderful name. Deanna and I wear these Badges of Honor proudly and will keep them forever, regardless how old the Grand Kids are, there will always be a Nana and Papa’s house to come home to.
Fast forward thru the years. While excelling in Formal education, Laura was studying with a purpose. She has been called by God to work as an Missionary. She has already traveled the world to countries that her Nana and Papa can only imagine. She has spread the Good News about Jesus Christ everywhere she has been. She has been a strong Christian Force in our lives and guided us toward the knowledge that we must find the Church we had been searching for. We both now go to Sawyer’s Missionary Baptist Church and we know it was God Almighty working thru Laura that opened our eyes that the Power of Prayer is multiplied 100 fold when praying and worshiping with our Church members. Thank You Laura, Papa finally listened.
I have a video that was taken in Columbia, South Carolina.Mark was graduating from Basic Training in the Army and we drove down to see him graduate. Laura was still a toddler, maybe 3. I had the video camera out, filming everybody getting ready. Laura was all dollied up by Nana, with a beautiful Bow in her hair. She was laying across the bed on her stomach, still sleepy after all the work she had been thru. I was filming and she slowly raised her head, looked straight into the camera and simply said with a smile, “ I am sleepy Papa “ and her head went straight down back into the pillow. To this day, I still see this sleepy headed Doll-Baby.
The years have passed and now we celebrate the Graduation of Laura from Tennessee Temple University. The toddler fishing for moles, taking kittens out of the Garage as fast as we could put them back is all grown up.
We will not lose our cherished memories, any of them. We proudly face the future, a New Chapter in Laura’s life. What memories and moments wait us there, only God knows. I know with God directing her life, she will be wonderful. The future is a mystery yet to be unfolded and your Nana and Papa will be with you all the way thru this great journey.
Love,
May 15, 2011
Deanna and I were in our mid thirties when the glorious news came that Beth, Philip’s wife was going to have a baby. Becoming Grand Parents in your thirties is hard to wrap your mind around. Being that my Grand Parents were late in life when I was born, I thought all Grand Parents were grayed, very wise about all things and above all, had a Grand Mother’s house. It was also a must that a Grand Mother wear an apron, the mention of that to Deanna did not go well.The last must have, all Grand Kids have a Grand Mother’s house. It has to be on a farm or a least look
“ Country “, wooden framed, with a barn to explore and such. When I spotted the home in Loudon while Deanna was in Chattanooga that day, it was a “Grand Mother’s House”. I signed the paper that day and bought it while she was gone.
Don’t misunderstand, we were thrilled. Deanna went into a “nesting” mode. She decorated a room for the new baby at our home. The rest of the house was transforming, with a Teddy Bear here, another childlike decor item there, until the whole house was just so for the arrival of this wonderful new gift God had chosen to bring into our lives. Then she started on Philip and Beth’s home. There had to be wallpaper borders, the crib in a certain position, plenty of the best Battenburg linens you could find. I could walk thru the house and move a pillow a half an inch and her watchful eye would know it.
September 28 finally arrived. We rushed to Chattanooga from Loudon, breaking I am sure several Speed Limits on the way, we simply could not be late. We waited and waited, and did I mention waited. Finally, Laura was born. I remember when we were allowed into the room after the birth, Deanna holding Laura for the first time. It is impossible for me to put into words what I saw then. Deanna was cradling the baby in her arms and she simply glowed. People that know us both rarely find us speechless, but this was it. I will never forget the look of absolute joy on Deanna’s face. A baby so perfect, created by the almighty, was nestled in her arms. When it came my time to hold her, I did not know about babies. In my mind they they were like a piece of fine china. I was a wreck, was I supporting her neck right, enough pressure on the bottom, is she upright so she can breathe, what am I going to do wrong that will injure this perfect child ? But, I did not break her and looked deep into her eyes knowing something that I had read was now true. An author, whose name I cannot recall once wrote,” When you meet your Grand Child at birth look deep into their eyes. You have just met the person who will be holding your hand and looking into your eyes with immeasurable Love when it is time for you to pass on.”
The years have passed and the Birthdays, Christmas Celebrations, and other family events have come and gone. We have witnessed Laura grow from a baby thru the adolescent years, the freckles, and seeming to grow and inch every time we looked at her. The years have passed too quickly. We have pictures scattered thru the house of Laura growing up but they are simply moments frozen in time. Our minds have to fill in the blanks. One of my cherished memories is that when we lived in Loudon, we were probably 100 yards from a Norfolk Southern main railway line that had been used since the Civil War. We had the Grandmother’s House required Porch Swing and Laura and I would spend countless hours watching the trains go by. She was small enough that “safety first” me would always keep a hand on her stomach, fearing she would fall out. Every, and I mean every train that came by received Laura’s greeting. “High Train” when it appeared and “Bye Train’ as the last car went by. When it was time to go in, way after dark, she did not want to go, still waiting for the next train to appear.
Laura gave us both a precious gift when she was very young that has endured the years and will last forever. Soon after learning to say her first words, Deanna became “Nana” and I was named “Papa” The names have endured over the years and were passed down to each Grand Child. We Thank Laura for this and will always cherish it. Every time I am called Papa, I think of Laura giving me such a wonderful name. Deanna and I wear these Badges of Honor proudly and will keep them forever, regardless how old the Grand Kids are, there will always be a Nana and Papa’s house to come home to.
Fast forward thru the years. While excelling in Formal education, Laura was studying with a purpose. She has been called by God to work as an Missionary. She has already traveled the world to countries that her Nana and Papa can only imagine. She has spread the Good News about Jesus Christ everywhere she has been. She has been a strong Christian Force in our lives and guided us toward the knowledge that we must find the Church we had been searching for. We both now go to Sawyer’s Missionary Baptist Church and we know it was God Almighty working thru Laura that opened our eyes that the Power of Prayer is multiplied 100 fold when praying and worshiping with our Church members. Thank You Laura, Papa finally listened.
I have a video that was taken in Columbia, South Carolina.Mark was graduating from Basic Training in the Army and we drove down to see him graduate. Laura was still a toddler, maybe 3. I had the video camera out, filming everybody getting ready. Laura was all dollied up by Nana, with a beautiful Bow in her hair. She was laying across the bed on her stomach, still sleepy after all the work she had been thru. I was filming and she slowly raised her head, looked straight into the camera and simply said with a smile, “ I am sleepy Papa “ and her head went straight down back into the pillow. To this day, I still see this sleepy headed Doll-Baby.
The years have passed and now we celebrate the Graduation of Laura from Tennessee Temple University. The toddler fishing for moles, taking kittens out of the Garage as fast as we could put them back is all grown up.
We will not lose our cherished memories, any of them. We proudly face the future, a New Chapter in Laura’s life. What memories and moments wait us there, only God knows. I know with God directing her life, she will be wonderful. The future is a mystery yet to be unfolded and your Nana and Papa will be with you all the way thru this great journey.
Love,
May 15, 2011
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