The Obama Healthcare Debacle

A family in Denver got some surprising news this morning. The health care, which they have had for twelve years has changed. Before, they were able to take their children to the doctor for a very little fee and no monthly charges. Now, thanks to the change in the government laws, they will have to pay thirty-five dollars a month for their children’s health insurance.

Now, to the average American, this wouldn’t seem like a big deal but this family is hovering on the edge of homelessness. The parents are both disabled and dependant on Social Security to pay the bills. They don’t qualify for food assistance (SNAP) or any services from the state besides the CHP+ program. They are among the millions hurt by the changes the government has forced upon them.

With the medical bills skyrocketing, the father of this family has decided to forgo the much-needed surgery he needs because they can’t afford the copays. If he doesn’t get the surgery, he will lose the use of his left arm completely The mother doesn’t see the doctor as she should because the copays rose from twenty to forty dollars a visit. The youngest child is a type one diabetic and needs multiple shots of insulin every day just to survive. He’s twelve years old. Without the medicine, he will die. Without the insurance, he will not get his medication…. with the monthly insurance payments, he will go without food a few times a week.

This is not an isolated incident. For MANY American people, this insurance issue has gotten way out of hand. We aren’t punishing anyone for being poor… are we? With the struggles of the poorer American people getting harder, I have to wonder if the government isn’t just trying to kill off those who are “less than desirable” in subtle ways. We have families becoming homeless every day because of any number of things and this is just one more family who will become homeless because of a government that doesn’t really care about its people. Just one more family being shoved into the gutters of America.The only thing different about this family is it’s mine.

Now it’s personal.


Natural Disasters and Prepared Children

This past week has definitely hit home for us. We live in Colorado, right smack in the middle of the floods. We have become accustomed to the weather alerts on the television and radios and my sons are well prepared if we need to flee the flood waters. Backpacks filled with necessities, shoes where they can find them, extra meds and emergency kits in each pack and the understanding that, if we HAD to flee, the Xbox, cell phones and laptops would go with us. (their insistence on the Xbox!)

As we prepared the packs during the worst of the flooding, there was much discussion about fears and planning for the worst case scenario. Danyls biggest fear was running out of his insulin so we packed all his insulin in an insulated lunch bag and stuck it back in the fridge. His ONLY job if we have to leave is to grab this bag and his backpack.

Sean has a different job, that he chose. His biggest fear is injury and being unable to aid the injured so, his job is to grab the medical kit we have for emergencies. He’s gone through and made sure theres bandages, antibiotic salves, tape, gauze, cold packs and splints in the kit. I think he added some other things as well but Ill have to look and see. He was VERY busy on Thursday getting this ready.

My job is the important papers. Birth certificates, marriage license, shot records for kids and dog, insurance cards, ownership papers and the like. I will also supervise the kids and make sure they are ready quickly.

Hubbys job is to make sure the power is cut off when we leave, getting the computers into their waterproof bags and getting the dog ready to go. We even made an extra bag with a weeks worth of food and water for the dog and kids.  HE gets to carry THAT.

Friday, we did a drill to see how fast we could get ready. It worked very well and we were all ready in less than 10 minutes! This is good because I was having a HUGE fibro flare and was moving slow. Preparation is key, getting things ready BEFORE you need them.

Teaching this to the kids was fun and an important step in their bugging out preparations. We’ve discussed, all week, where we’d go and what to do if we got separated. Thankfully we haven’t had to implement this plan yet.


One thing I worry about is getting to higher ground fast enough. I’m deathly afraid of murky, rushing water and I just hope, if we have to go, there’s none around!

As I watched the events unfolding around us, I kept thinking “No, please no, not now, not this year” We’ve gone through so much crap this year that this would be just another disaster added to the most disastrous of years in my entire marriage. As I listened to yet another emergency broadcast, I bit my lip and inwardly prayed that we be spared. When the dam broke three miles from my home, flooding the area, I cried. When the waters went the other way, I silently celebrated, selfishly.

I watched the news yesterday and saw that Longmont was being evacuated. Five miles North of us. Flooding continues swirling around the communities around us yet we are untouched, thus far. A sea of peaceful calm within the eye of the storm. I thank the Gods and Goddesses for this.

Mike said a few days ago that he could have done a better job of finding us a place to live, a place we could actually afford instead of this expensive place. I pointed out, yesterday, the places we WERE going to move to. They were all flooded! I hugged him and told him that we were meant to be here, for exactly this reason.


As you go through your days, think on this. What would YOU and your family do if this flooding or any other natural disaster hit YOUR hometown? Will you and your kids be prepared?

And one final yet VERY important thought: Remember your pets! They are your family as well. Think about how devastated you would be if your animal was killed in the disaster because you forgot them at home. PLEASE, take your pets. They deserve to be safe and with their family too!

Never say “it can’t get worse”

I’ve always been a firm believer in the saying “it can always get worse” and this past week was a prime example. The past 6 days has changed our lives dramatically.

Thursday Mike started talking incoherently again and I rushed him to the hospital. Dan had been throwing up for a couple of days, sporadically, so I thought “what the hell, we’re here” and had them check him as well.

Mike was put into a room and I went back out front to see how Dan was doing. Our friend Chris had driven us and was sitting out in triage with him when I found them. I followed them to his er room only mildly concerned. I thought he had a touch of stomach flu or something minor. My mind drifted, worriedly, to his father on the other side of the ER department as I tried to wait for Dans doctor to come in. Dan and I talked about his upcoming birthday party and the gifts he’d gotten that previous afternoon. His tenth birthday marred by an ER visit and the possibility of his father going back into the hospital.

I drifted between the two rooms, trying to keep up to the minute with them both while worrying about Sean who was supposed to be getting home from school within the hour. I called Chris and asked him to come get the keys to the apartment and wait till Sean got home. It was 2:15 PM.

At 4, the doctor for Mike came in and told me they would be admitting my husband. They had found clots in his lungs and they were concerned that he would have more problems if they didn’t do something soon, medication wise. I looked at Dan after the doctor left and he looked so bad. His lips were chapping quickly and he kept saying he was so thirsty. He asked them for a Popsicle and the nurse brought him one.

At 5:15, Dans doctor came in with three others and I knew the news was grave. I steeled myself for news of Mike. The nurse did a finger stick while the doctor explained to Dan and I that he was exceptionally ill. At one point the nurse spoke “545” and my heart froze. The doctor turned to me, her face grim as she spoke. They had to take Dan to another hospitals ICU. The one we were at had no room.

Everything just went numb. I looked at Dans face and swallowed hard, tears welling up in my eyes. He smiled a little painfully and said “happy freakin birthday, huh mom?” I took a deep breath and shut down my emotions somehow, though I felt like my world was coming apart at the seams.

After the dr left, I went to tell my husband, who was actually looking a little better. His worry was evident the moment I told him what was happening and I broke down, allowing myself a quick cry before heading back to my son. They were waiting for a bed to open up for my husband before taking him upstairs.

When I got back to Dans side, he was complaining about his lips hurting. They were horribly chapped and getting worse, it seemed, by the minute. I noticed they had opened the IV to full and had brought an insulin pump into the room while I was gone. Dans hands were like ice as I took them in mine and talked to him. I got him a warm blanket and wet a paper towel for his lips, fighting fears I’d not had in many years.

For the second time in less than a month, I began to pray. Silently, while Dan rested, I prayed for help. I knew, from the doctor, that he was really sick and I just couldn’t do everything asked of me without SOMETHING. I was still afraid I’d lose Mike and now they were talking about ICU for my baby.

I cursed inwardly, growing more anxious waiting for the ambulance. I looked at the clock every five seconds, I think. By 6 PM, the ambulance was there for Dan and they took him in to see his father before we left. I had no clue if I’d ever see my husband again but I had to go with our son. I kissed him and told him to get better then followed the ambulance techs out of the hospital.

They were putting Dan in the back when I noticed that the day had turned to night. I climbed into the front of the ambulance and waited while they got Dan situated and we headed toward Childrens Hospital, across town. I made minor small talk with the driver, about what I don’t remember. Sometime during the ride I called my sister and told her what was happening.

Before I knew it, we were at the hospital and going inside their ER. I noticed, right away, that something had been added to my sons IV. They had a different pump on him I’d never before seen and I asked what it was. They told me it was a temporary insulin pump and that they could add other things to it as necessary. We got into the room and, after the initial flurry of activity, were told we had to wait for the ICU bed.

During a moment of quiet, Dan broke down and asked me if he was going to die. He was so scared!I took him in my arms and I told him that he wasn’t going to die, that he COULDN’T because I said so. What else was I supposed to say? The doctor had already expressed her amazement at him still being awake.

“I’ve never seen someone so sick NOT in a coma”

After moving up to ICU, they told me what exactly was wrong with him. Ketoacidosis, a life threatening diabetic condition. With that one word, I knew our lives were changed. My baby is diabetic.

Stage 1 juvenile diabetes. I’d heard about it, from my childhood when my cousin was diagnosed with it. I’ve walked for a cure, donated time and money for a cure but NEVER thought it would touch my life so personally. Now it’s here and, damnit it’s not fair.

Ugh, before I start ranting, which I’m sure I will do soon enough, I’ll finish with some good news

Mike, my dear, sweet husband, is home and resting. They have him on meds to thin the blood and get rid of the clots. He’s adjusting to not being able to play Superman anymore. He keeps telling me how strong I am.

I wish I COULD break down. I’M the only one that can take care of the shots since Mike’s blind. Dan needs mommy strong but GOD if they could see how truly terrified I am and how bad I wish I COULD be the weak one…

Dan and I, along with Sean (who I allowed to skip school) went for our second of many visits to the Barbara Davis Center for Childhood on Monday. I’m so grateful for these wonderful people! They have been so patient and understanding with all my questions. Thank you, Dr. Wadwa for being there for Dan. You are a Godsend!

Doctors visit last week UGH!

Well, I’m scheduled for my EMG. I’ll be going in at 8:30 on the 2nd. Now I just have to get the MRI and x-rays done.

Something I didn’t talk/blog about last week has been really bothering me. When I went to see my Rheumatologist,the head nurse stated that she refused to see me unless I could get someone to watch the dog. Now, he’s small for a service dog but Velcro is awesome and a huge help to me. He’s well-trained and at first, the nurse asked to see his certification papers. There is no such thing! Then she, the woman at the desk, demanded I reschedule or get someone to come get the dog. When it was all said and done, I got to see her after my ride returned and I was able to give him to him.  When the doc came into the room to see me, she apologized for the problem. It seems that a while back someone brought in their Service Dog and it reeked. The animal was dirty and matted and, she says, it took most of two days for the smell to leave the office.

Now, I see two things wrong with this. First, she didn’t even come out to see my Velcro. How can she judge all Service Dogs by that one example? By law, she cannot turn away anyone with a service animal nor can they require you to show papers or try to say there is a license for said service animals since there aren’t any!. PERIOD.

Two, She doesn’t know why I have the dog and, how can someone who is dependant on their service animal get through a doctor’s appointment without that which they are dependant. It would be like telling someone on portable oxygen to leave the tank outside.

It really upset me to have to give my service animal to a “sitter” so badly that I ended up having a  panic attack in her office and she had to spend extra time calming me down.

I have called the ADA about this incident and asked what I should do about it. They said I could place a complaint but it may make my doctor not want to see me again. Which would place a hardship on me, having to find yet another Rheumatologist. I’m not sure yet what I’m going to do except, maybe, have the ADA send them a not so nice note about the rights of service animals.

Killer pleads guilty, points finger at victims daughter

A day after her killer plead guilty, the victims daughter was arrested for the crime and given a million dollar bond. Is she guilty or is he jealous because, after killing the woman’s mother, did he think she would marry him?

Why did he fight this so hard for three years, only to go for a plea bargain and plea guilty? If he were truly not guilty, why plea? If  he were guilty, why fight for three years and only point your finger AFTER plea bargaining? What changed after three years? Why now and not three years earlier? Why not drag her down with you immediately instead of waiting for years? This makes no sense to a person with intelligence.

Then again, stalking a woman that doesn’t return your sick and twisted form of love doesn’t make sense either. Nor does thinking the woman will marry you after you stab her mother to death. What kind of depraved person is this man?

This woman lost her best friend, her mother, in a night of horror that no one should ever be witness to and now this. Yalanda deserves to be left alone, not punished by the system and a psychopathic stalker aided by said same system.  Her teenage son and husband deserve to have her in their lives, not taken from them by a system that takes the word of an admitted killer. Guilty until proven innocent is NOT the way the laws read!

Stop blaming teachers for poor scores

Too many kids nowdays are being left to their own devices after school. I know of many children in my neighborhood that are latchkey kids. They get off school and noone is home for them, caregivers are out working two and three jobs, parents are divorced, people are homeless and struggling to put food on the tables. Some are single parents working two jobs, coming home late and falling, exhausted, into bed @ 2-3 AM only to get up @ 5 to go back to work. There is “no time” for the kids at home. We are, as a country, doing a disservice to those that spend the majority of the childs awake time with them. Teachers can only do so much. They aren’t Gods.

We as a nation are to blame for all this, not the teachers. We are such a money hungry, greedy bunch that we place our checkbooks above our own flesh and blood. SHAME ON US! We’d rather drive an expensive car and live in fancy houses than make sure our kids are cared for properly. We need, as a nation, to stand up to the “powers that be” and get them to understand that a billion dollar project to test teachers is a moot point when a billion dollars into food/shelter support is so desperately needed.

A child can’t think with a malnourished mind. They can’t concentrate when they don’t know where their next meal is coming from or where they are going to sleep that night. Some children go home and get beaten by abusive parents/caregivers/neighborhood gangsters or have to fend for themselves for dinner. Some live in impoverished areas and are more worried about getting shot than failing a math test the next day. Some of them have to work, usually for a pittance and “off the books” just to get money for food. We need to help these kids and stop blaming the teachers.

Crunchy Mamas (TMI post)

I used cloth on my first child but when the last came, I was so sick that I could barely walk and DH was NOT going to “rinse and swish” diapers all day (lol his wording) I hated disposable until THE BIG STINK. You know, THE diaper. That one you need a gas mask to change. My poor hubby got to change that one and took it STRAIGHT to the dumpster. It was a cloth diaper and my DH wasn’t EVEN going to clean it! He went into the closet and put the disposable ones on him (thankfully because the next three were just as bad!)

I have the deepest respect for Crunchy Mamas. I strive for Earth Friendliness in our home but, with my illness, it’s impossible to be as crunchy as I’d like. There IS a thing I CAN’T live without. Mama diapers (sanitary pads)

When I was younger, I used and loved it! Nowdays I bleed so heavily that I’ve actually been taken to the ER after passing out one morning in the bathroom and my hubby finding me in a pool of blood. The paramedic estimated I’d lost half a pint of blood in the five minutes it took them to get to me! That was WITH an overnight pad!!

The reason for this post is this. We hippy wannabees try everything we can to be as Crunchy as possible but  there are circumstances that call for a little leeway. Don’t judge someone who is TRYING. Encourage them to continue trying and give tips to those that are new to Crunchiness. We’re all doing what we can to help our Mother Earth!