Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Then comes the blood pressure cuff. And shocker, my blood pressure is high. I’m completely freaked out! She takes it 3 times with an automated cuff. My arm is aching so bad by the 2nd try that my fingers are starting to turn white. She ends up taking it 5 times and the doctor a 6th. My arm feels like it wants to fall off Oh, and at the end of the 5th try, trainee decides that my blood draw tape and gauze are in the way of her stethoscope and without a warning, decides to rip it off! I yelped because IT FREAKIN HURT! I pulled my arm away and told her I would remove the rest.
So I have to go back to have my blood pressure taken. I can’t drink any caffeine and need to avoid salty food (including the Weight Watcher meals I’ve been bringing for lunches) for at least 24 hours (as I drink my coffee). Trainee takes me up to the front to reschedule me. Monday isn’t good because I’m in a meeting. Thursday isn’t good because I have something else at the same time she wants me to come in. At this point she’s angrily flicking the scheduling pages back and forth and finally settles on tomorrow. “Can you come in tomorrow at 10?” she asked tersely. Yes, I can do that.. While she’s writing my name in I realize Heck, all I have to eat for lunch today is a Weight Watcher meal (which I’m not supposed to eat for 24 hours). Then I say this out loud. BIG mistake! Now remember, she’s already mad at me. She looks up at me with flames in her eyes (pinky swear) and says, “We were both there when the doctor told you that you were not supposed to eat one of those within 24 hours of coming in.” Obviously I must be a child. I said, “Yes, I was there. I’m just wondering out loud what I should have for lunch.” I then said, “On Weight Watchers you have to write down everything you eat so I’ve written down everything for the day until dinner.” She looks at me like I’m stupid, “Well, can’t you just erase it?” “Well of course I can, but now I have to figure out what I’ll eat instead. I can’t just run home and pack a new lunch.” I’m mad at this point because she is being so incredibly rude and disrespectful and because I’m completely freaked out by the needle poke and want to cry.
Now I’m debating whether I want to call her boss and reschedule and whether or not I want to recommend that trainee not work with the public anymore. She's obviously not the worst person I've ever had a conversation with but WTF?! To me, it's takes extra energy just to be that incredibly rude.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
So last night was her first lesson. All the little girls were adorable. The first thing all the girls do is sit with their teacher while she takes roll.
After she finishes taking roll they all start their warm up. She warms them up just like they were a grown up class. They did jumping jacks (HAHAHA!), side bends, toe touching...you name it.
What patience the ballet teacher has!
For the first 20 minutes or so the girls were totally focused but after that 20 minute mark the younger ones started to get a little tired. That's when the random leaping and jumping started. There were groups of spinning baby ballerinas everywhere. At 30 minutes Lexy's face was red and she was panting from all the dancing she'd done. By the time class was done it was like herding cats :)
Lexy had so much fun that afterwards she wanted to keep her tutu on at dinner so everyone could see it.