CARDS ARE SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

     It's hard turning the couch into a bed.  We have a two story house, and it would be hard going up and down steps getting things, making sure things ok, and taking things to Kristina day and night.  Especially difficult making sure her foot is resting up on pillows above her head.  That way her foot doesn't swell while she has her foot in the cast.

     It was difficult after getting Kristina situated on the couch. Then again, we had to find places to put all of the balloons, flowers, fruit baskets, and cards.  Oh, I forgot the giant teddy bear!  

     Never knowing a tough daddy's girl could ever want to just be held, I had to find enough room for me to fit on the couch.  I loved seeing the need for a mother's touch.  I hated what happened to bring that need out of her.  I still get a sick, awful feeling when we drive by the road where the wreck was.

     The phone would ring when people who couldn't visit would pray with us on the phone.  We didn't have to cook dinner for two weeks.  Our church and friends took care of us.  I had a lot of thank you letters to write.  

     The kids from her class at school also wrote get well cards.  The teacher brought them by the house one day.  While Kristina was looking at the cards, the teacher and I had to set up a schedule for a tutor to come to our house.  

     Why does there always have to be someone to make things look worse when things are starting to look better?  One of the cards was from a boy in her class. That card was Mean, Horrible, and Disgusting.  On the outside of the card was nice "get well".  On the inside, was hid (something like), too bad you didn't get hurt worse.  It wasn't signed.  We gave it to the principle.  The only thing I could think of, why someone would write something like that, they must be miserable and have to make others feel worse than they do.  

     I remember certain things that happened.  I wonder if Kristina remembers things that I forgot.

FRIENDS SHINE LIGHTS

     We were only in the hospital one week.  One week felt like infinity.  Everyone had to make me leave the hospital.  They said  to go get some sleep in your own bed.  I finally gave in.  One night in my own bed, but who would sleep?  Thoughts running through my head and they wouldn't stop.
     Making it back to the hospital, I see a smile on my daughter's face!  A SMILE!  The first time that week I finally felt like God was listening to my prayers.  Everyone from the church would come by and pray.  This time the prayers pushed through the ceiling.
     Learning how to get out of the bed and getting into a wheelchair, Kristina had to get out of the room.  The room started getting smaller and smaller.  The pediatric floor at the hospital had a pool table.  Had a pool table!  I lost to a girl in a wheelchair, with a leg sticking straight out, to a game of pool.  She still laughs about that.
     Finally getting the cast put on her foot and having blood flow going to her toes, we got to go home.  Being discharged takes forever!  It did give us time to load balloons, flowers, cards, stuffed animals, and fruit baskets into the car.  I can't forget the crutches to take home for the future.
     We didn't get home until later in the afternoon.  We had a SURPRISE OF A LIFETIME!!  My husband volunteered at the fire department.  The people that work there get close and don't just rescue strangers. They come to help each other like family members.
     Two fire trucks were out of commission with firemen that were volunteers or off that day.  They had been building a ramp all day.  A ramp to the front door to bypass the steps to the front porch.  Working hard that day, it started to get dark.  All of a there was LIGHT.  Light from fire truck.

I think that there are friends that shine a true light inside.  They do what they can when others are in need.  Do you see those lights?

A POLICEMAN BY MY EMERGENCY ROOM DOOR, W-H-A-T ? ?

     There is only a few things I remember clearly the day of the wreck.  I was given a bottled water, Kristina and Charity were carried safely from the car.  After that I saw my husband pull up, my father-in-law (in his slippers) get out of his car, and our friend was working that day at the fire department.  He ran the call.
     If I remember correctly, Kristina rode in the ambulance, Charity rode with Michael, and I rode with grandpa to the hospital.  Both of the girls went the children's hospital.  I couldn't stop crying .  I had to go to the adult area of the hospital emergency room.
     First thing I had to get x-rays of my neck and ribs.  Since I had worked in the hospital before

and was used to seeing policemen outside of patient's rooms, I automatically thought that the patient was under arrest.  Well, The next big surprise was when I returned to the ER.  A Police Officer was outside my door to my exam room!!
     I had calmed down, because I had to, in the x-ray department.  It's hard to cry while holding your breath for x-rays.  I lost it again when I saw the officer.  I had tears rolling down my cheeks again.  I couldn't stop telling the police man "I didn't know, I didn't know!"
     Michael kept trying to calm me down.  It took a long time before I could tell what I remembered.  Thanks goodness this happened while Michael was with me.  He had to be in three places at once.  The girls being in a different section in the hospital, he was getting exhausted.  Thank goodness grandpa was there to help before the other grandparents got to the hospital.
     I finally got discharged and was able to be with the girls.  Charity was fine.  We thought Kristina was going to be discharged with just a sprain, but after one more test......A FRACTURED ANKLE!!!!  INTO PIECES!!!!  SHE WAS BEING ADMITTED!!!!  Here come the tears again.

GENERIC AND THE CAR WRECK ANNIVERSARY

             Wow the timing could never be perfect!!  This is the FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY
                   of the change in our lives, and my writing coordinates with the anniversary. 

     After being fired I started going to classes at our church during the day.  This way I would get out of the house.  Of course I worked on my resume since it had been so long since I had applied for jobs. Everyday coming home, first thing I would do was check the answering machine.  Were there any messages for an interview?  There weren't many, and if there was they always included taking overnight call.  Not able to take call, I would offer to work more Saturdays instead.  They turned me down because Saturday is when you make overtime money.  The employees in the department didn't want to give up the overtime pay.  So, the girls rode the bus home from school.
   
\     While I was working I was able to pay extra for one of my brand name epilepsy medicines.  The insurance company wouldn't let me pay the same copay as the generic brand.  So when I lost my job I had to switch to generic medicine.  I stopped driving for a couple of weeks to make sure I wasn't going to have a seizure since I had to switch to generic.  Lucky me, I didn't on that brand generic.
My pharmacologist told me that when I start a certain brand generic, do NOT switch to another. Different companies have different ways of formulating their brand of generic medicines.  Generic medicines can have 80%  of the medicine in one pill and 110% in another.  When I started getting my generic medicine from my pharmacy, I told them not to switch the brand I was taking.  The brand they gave me was the best company that makes generic.  What did they do?  They switched to another.  The pharmacist told me it was because of the cost!!  I took that generic brand pill ONE DAY!  Not thinking about problems
 with breakthrough seizures since I switched to another generic, I drove.  My two daughters and I were in the car!


     One of the families in the church had a family member sick.  We were on the way to their house taking food so they would not have to take time to cook.  The WORST was about to happen!  A seizure, YES I SAID SEIZURE, like I had never had before came on while I WAS DRIVING!!

     I have to tell this in my daughter's words now.  (The "I" is her now)
I noticed my mom to start swerving across the yellow line.  I tried to grab the steering wheel, but she fought me!  I kept trying to pull the parking brake, but she fought me while I tried doing that too.  I was told that, "whenever we were in a car together be ready to grab the wheel or pull the brake."  I tried doing that, but it didn't work.  We hit mailbox after mailbox.  I finally quit to hold on.  We went across the yellow line, through a person's front yard, across another road, and into an embankment!! That was where a tree fell on the car and in between me and my mom.

     I don't remember any of this.  I usually have an aura before my seizure, and they only last thirty seconds.  I didn't have an aura this time.  My seizure definitely lasted longer than thirty seconds.  The next thing I remember is waking up leaning over the wheel and seeing someone carrying Kristina out of the car in their arms.  Someone else is getting Charity out of the car seat.

     Next thing, I hear SIRENS!.....

Last week was the five year anniversary of the car wreck that changed our lives.

   

   

ME FIRED?!?

     Well.....This is the first time I got FIRED!  Now what do I do?  After they told a lie on paper, they still refused to give me unemployment.  I found a lawyer to represent me.  We went to the judge's quarter's to talk there.  They didn't show up!  They knew they did something wrong.  Too bad North Carolina is a right to fire state!  

     Now a whole new occupation for me, stay at home mom.  I had my youngest daughter in the company's daycare.  When you don't work there, you don't get to keep a place for her in the day care. Now it's me waking everyone up in the morning.  I'm getting my husband off to work and my oldest daughter on the school bus.  Then, my youngest little girl was almost two.
     Finding games to keep her busy was hard sometimes.  This was all new to me.   There was a family in the neighborhood that had a son the same age as my daughter.  This was great.  His older brother was home schooled.  While he was studying, they would play outside or at our house.
     I got involved in in the church while I was looking for a job.
       

 JUST A TITLE

I had to tell everybody in the office about my medicine making me get upset.  Now instead of Mr. Hyde, I would turn into a cry baby.  A CRY BABY.   I never cried about anything.  I didn't even cry in high school when guys would break up with me.
     After I told the doctor about the number of patients we did, he had the nurse or the nurse aid help him with the ultrasound needle guided procedures.  That's why I took the job.  That was my favorite type of procedure.  What happened?  Didn't he want the person he hired to do those?  I counted down the minutes until it was time to leave for the other OB/GYN office.  I asked the lead physician in the office that if there was an opening full time to keep me in mind for it.
     After everyone acting differently towards me for the next few days in the morning office, I went to the office manager.  I told her again about having to get a handle on my medicine's side effects.  Apologizing, on and on, I thought she understood.  The next day it was quiet.  The doctor wasn't there.  I made up my mind that I better talk to the head supervisor. (even though he wrote me up for my first time ever)  I explained things to him.  He said not to worry.
     I finally went home that night feeling like weights had been lifted off my back.  Little did I know that the next day will be like hell!!  As soon as the doctor got there, the somewhat office manager and head supervisor called me into his office.  The doctor FIRED me! What? After I asked the office manager to come to me first, she went straight to the doctor!  OFFICE MANAGER was JUST A TITLE for her.

     I got the paperwork explaining the reason for being fired.  It was a COPY of the same paperwork I signed when I got wrote up!!  LIAR, the head supervisor is a LIAR!  He made a copy of the previous paperwork I signed and changed the date!   OFFICE SUPERVISOR is JUST A TITLE for him
   

I'm on vacation with my family now.  I am going to take a break from my usual story.

     We are at North Myrtle Beach, close to Barefoot Landing.  If anyone knows South Carolina, it can busy during the day and quiet at night.  We like it.  Can you believe even on vacation I can have one of my "spells".  Yea, right a seizure.  Thank goodness it happened right before I turned the light off to go to sleep.
     The House Of Blues is here at Barefoot Landing.  It's a place for dinner and they have well known bands give concerts during the summer.  Every year we come the week before or after someone we like gives a concert.  Well, this year Trapt is going to perform!!  Lucky aren't we?  I want to go.  The ticket prices are not that bad either.
     After I find out about the prices and if seats are still available, my husband bursts my bubble! A LIGHT SHOW!!! A STUPID HEADACHE CAUSING, SEIZURE PROVOKING LIGHT SHOW!!!!  Why??  All I want to hear is the MUSIC!  I'm not impressed with a light show.
     Well.....I can look at it this way, either we saved money or we'll spend it somewhere else.  We are on vacation.

     The patient numbers kept increasing.  I just don't like scanning eleven patients in three hours.  I would scan eleven patients in eight hours normally at my old job.  I brought that to the doctor's attention one day.  He almost called me a liar.  First thing he had to do was look at the schedule.  Counted out loud the number of patients.  I think he might have counted it two or three times because he couldn't believe it.
     The next day, SURPRISE, I only had three people to scan.  He came in earlier than me!  The office had two machines so we don't have to wait to do a scan.  He started before me, and put twice as many patients on his schedule.  Why?  I only had three patients.  I would get a patient finished and he would be backed up. Patients would be waiting for him.  I said, "don't you want me to help you catch up?"  Of course his answer was a definite, "NO."
     The waiting room was the only exit I could take when it was time to go to the other office.  I wanted to hide my face when I left because he was so backed up I didn't want anyone see me leave.  I could have done their scan.
     The afternoon office was great.  No problems there.  I told one of the doctors that if they needed another person to fill an opening, I will take it.
     Something else to add to the list of "What else can happen?"... My medicine is making me be
DR. JEKYLL and MR. HYDE.

Why was I on a stretcher going through the hallway?

Well, after talking to someone and praying I finally decided to start writing about my epilepsy. Staying home from school because I just didn't feel good wasn't normal. If I didn't have a fever then I had to go to school. I was eight years old. All I remember that morning at home was staying in the bed and asking for crackers and something to drink. Next thing, I'm on a stretcher being rushed down a hallway. My grandmother was bending over giving me a kiss while trying to keep up with the others pushing the stretcher. I must have had more than one seizure because after that I woke up in a room with sharp stabs in my lower back.(they were doing spinal taps) A bad situation for them also, because I started fighting the doctors and nurses. My mom stayed with me the whole week that I was there because I didn't want her to leave. She did get to bathe at the hospital. Finally after all of the tests and blood work, the neurologist decided that I had Juvenile Epilepsy. Phenobarbital, a barbiturate, was the medicine that I would take for eight years. This is just the beginning.

JUST GETTING THE WORK DONE

     After getting wrote up I did the best I could to get everything done at the other office as soon as I could. That way all the paperwork could be filled out.  Everything already typed in the computer.  Last but not least, old reports ready to view.  Never like the other computer system. She had to do everything different.  I guess that's why they wanted to hire someone to work with her.  The others could refuse and NOT get wrote up!  

     How long will it take me to forget that day?  I hated to be at the office when the office manager came around.  He had no idea what it was like there.  I live in the South and smile at everyone.  Him, he did get a smile.  One that would stare him down, (evil grin ).  That might be why I went home with a pounding headache.  I learned the hard way to stop and be nice.

     The doctor and I started getting a system down where we would leave on time.  I started liking this office better than the morning office.  Now I had to leave the morning office on time and not get overworked by this doctor. Stress and epilepsy do not go well together.  I have never had a "spell", or one of my seizures that would make me drop the probe while doing an important scan.  More stress.  Just don't think about it.

ME !?! WROTE UP ?!?

     After my Keppra epilepsy medicine was increased, I was able to get irritated very easily.  The boss and I didn't have time to communicate.  Only enough time for me to explain what I saw on my scans.  Some afternoons the doctor would be in surgery and the office manager (a nurse) would have to explain to him what I said.  I hated that.  She didn't know that medical terminology.

     The hospital had at 10,000 employees.  All of the employees didn't work at the hospital.  I worked at an outpatient office. Now they wanted me to work at another out patient office on Tuesday. You are probably thinking "how?", since I'm not driving.  Good timing for me.  The hospital started a transportation van going to and from that office.  NICE!

     Now every Tuesday afternoon the scenery would change along with the coworkers.  The schedule changed also.   There was a patient every thirty minutes!! Sometimes that's easy.  It's a different story when patients show up late, the doctor shows up late, or the doctor can be too nice and talk to the patient forever!     One day the medicine took hold of me.  I lost it.  Unfortunately.  I had never been wrote up.  I went into the break room, closed the door, and called the head supervisor.  I didn't say any bad words.  I let him have it though.  Talking about how horrible the schedule was.  It was mentioned before, and nothing was done.  Do SOMETHING!!

  I left the room.  The doctor walked by.  Not only do I get mad, I can shake and cry.  It was going to be a lovely night.  Calm down.  Breathe.  Pray.  How many "spells" am I going to have tonight? Don't even think about that right now.   

My "Spells"

     After having 12-14 "spells" (complex partial petit mal seizures) a month, they started to decrease in number.  I wasn't expecting that.  I tried to think of what my doctor and I were doing different.  I was put back on Topamax for my migraines.  I had tried Topamax before for my "spells", but it didn't work. WAIT!!!  The only other difference was having the tubal ligation after my second child!!  I'm not taking birth control anymore!  Was that it?  I started taking birth control when I got married.  A few years later that's when my "spells" started.
     I tried asking around to see if anyone else had that happen to them with birth control pills.  Only a few women said it was probably hormone related.  Hormone related?  I still have cycles and those are hormone related.  I still blame birth control pills.
     Work was still work.  The boss didn't get fired, even though she went against policy showing personal information about a coworker.  The coworker who offered me help when I first arrived, was let go.  Yes, she was FIRED!  I felt sorry for her.

Gossiping - I just said "Really" and kept my mouth shut

     Finally, with the help of the co-worker that no one liked, but I got along with. I got everything in order.  I was starting to have a busy schedule.  She would type the patient's name in my machine.  She would then go to another room and do nothing.  That would bother the others. She said that she was studying for a career as an LPN.  I believed her.  They of course didn't.
     Here comes the "Really" expression I had to use when the boss gossiped. I don't know how many times a day I would say that word.  Now let me back up.  You have to get a special password for privileges into certain areas in the hospital's computer programs.  Our boss had that password privilege.  Now you know who was the gossiper.
     Somehow my boss found out that the co-worker made money on the side.  You can probably figure out what she was able to get into.  The boss having clearance certain areas of the internet is awful what she talked about. The boss did not get caught.  She said that's why my co-worker is not doing her work here.  She makes money elsewhere.  In my mind I wanted to say that is none of your business.  You definitely don't need to spread the word, or pictures around. She just wanted her gone and out of there for some reason.
     Our doctor had gotten so busy that he didn't know any of this.  Please Lord, I don't need the stress.  I know you just want me to pray.
   

Slow Enough To Learn

     New procedures I had to learn.  If I didn't remember what the doctor wanted, I heard about it.  Sometimes he had a bad day and he said everything in front if the patient.  That would make me nervous.  Not good, I would start shaking thinking what else could go wrong.  After the procedure he explained everything to the patient and I had to show them the way out of the office.  While they were leaving I didn't want to look at them.

     Finally I got the protocol down.  He liked the pictures I took.  I earned his trust with my ultrasounds.

Whew!  Decrease in stress.  There was only one person in the office that would actually help me.  I didn't know if she had a department title.  She was great helping me find what I needed when it wasn't in the room, and the doctor was pitching a fit. (like a baby)  Everyone else complained about her work.  She's lazy, doesn't do what her job describes.  I kept my mouth closed.  

     I found out what type of boss this office had.

Who Is The Boss?

     Being at the new place for two weeks, I was finally getting everything in order.  Putting everything where it needed to go in the scan lab so that it would be easy to access.  The doctor and I were also figuring out each others personalities.  I would be on time and he would be late.  Running inside the door, you had to make sure everything was set up perfectly for him when he entered.  If things weren't then the rest of your day would be going downhill.  I learned quick.
     After those two weeks, there was a new face to me in the office.  Come to find out, she was the office manager.  What?  I report to someone that doesn't know anything about ultrasound.  I have to teach her how to order the supplies I need?  She was nice and easy to get along with.  So far things are still looking up.  I made the right choice.  More good news, less stress means less seizures.

FIRST DAY

     I didn't know what to expect on the first of my new job.  Was the Dr. told about my epilepsy and me not driving?   I was so nervous all I needed today was to have a seizure in front of him.  First thing that morning the doctor was already doing a procedure.   Was that how busy things were going to be?  Nobody was very helpful.  Let's see, where's the ultrasound machine?  I can at least see what kind the office has and where the buttons are.  I don't even have a schedule to know when my first patient is coming.  I guess I have to find my own way around the office.  Someone is going to have to teach me their protocol for ordering studies and computer codes.

     Finally I break the ice.  I have to find out what the schedule is like.  What my password is and which computer will I be working from.  Come to find out, the office manager is on vacation celebrating her honeymoon.  No wonder everyone is sitting around.  Finally the doctor came in and told me about what the schedule would be like.  He also told me that he knew I would not be driving.  He said that he worked things out with the other office that for now.  I would work with him for the whole day while I was being trained to perform the studies to his protocol.  I stayed with him for the rest of the day watching the procedures he performed.  Some of them I wouldn't.  I would just be assisting him.  I knew that this would not be boring.

Another Opportunity

     Very rare do I look at another company's web site for a job.  Now I am looking.  Getting tired of filing reports and folding laundry.  It was time to move on to another place to work.
     This must of been good luck or God's will.  There was an opening at Wake Forest University Baptist Hospital in ultrasound research!!  RESEARCH!!  What else could I want.  This was a great opportunity. Shoot!!  I'm not driving, what will they think when I tell them about my epilepsy?  There is not any call though, or weekends.  What will it hurt to apply?  There is always, "It never hurts to ask".
     They called me!! The doctor can meet you only after office hours.  Will that work for you?  That is fine with me (I won't have to ask for time off).  I only met the doctors.  I didn't meet the department manager or anyone in the hospital personnel department.
     I found out that I will not only work at the research department, but I will also work at another office just for high risk OB ultrasound.  The other office was a few miles away.  Not driving, how will I get to the other office?  Come to find out while I was waiting for my ride home, the hospital ran a shuttle service to all of the off site offices that were affiliated with the hospital.  Answer from God again to take the job.
     I was planning to tell the manager about my epilepsy.  A few days later, the office manager called me. The call wasn't to schedule an appointment to talk,  but to tell me I HAVE THE JOB!  What's he going to do when I tell him?  I don't have to.    I wanted to tell him about my epilepsy.  Well, I told him.  He couldn't withdraw the offer...
     Research here I come...

Becoming IMPATIENT

   After moving from Greensboro to my grandfather's house, he let us live there so we could save for our own house.  We had been paying rent for two years.  It was like throwing money out the window.  His trailer, yes I said trailer, was below my parents house.  My mom would see Kristina everyday.  Then we moved into our new house that was thirty minutes away.  She was not happy.  Kristina was two years old.

   Now since the auras came back and my mother-in-law was getting to see Kristina more, my mom kept saying you should have not moved.  You should not have moved, you should have not moved.......over and over.   My answer was "mom, my seizures haven't come back then.".  Then it was, "I know".  (Well why did you say that again?)  Becoming IMPATIENT!

   Starting to Have more "spells".  Working more weekends, but still no call overnight.  The outpatient office that was affiliated with the hospital needed a full time ultrasound technician.  No weekend work or weeknight work at all.  Not even any Holidays.  WOW!  The patient numbers were high.  It kept us busy.  I didn't like standing around.   

     What's happening?  Where are the patient's?  The supervisor comes through.  Why are you standing around?  Get busy!  Check the other departments.  I didn't know how to do x-rays.  My co-worker did. She had to help them.  I just did ultrasound.  So I had to stock laundry in the dressing rooms.  I had to put reports with the x-ray folder.  Becoming IMPATIENT!!!  

     The file room is where all of the patient's x-rays reports are.  Some places have them on disks as back up and aren't as old time as this place.  You have to sit and staple new reports to the old reports.  The two that worked in that area were so S..L..O..W..  They knew how to walk fast to their cars when it was time to leave though.  When I had to help them because I wasn't busy, they would disappear.  POOF!!  This wasn't what I was hired for!  Be glad I'm here to help you.  Becoming IMPATIENT!!!!

MORE AURAS WHILE DRIVING

     I was able to hide my seizures while I worked.  They weren't that often.  Only having six or so a month. You know, where for a few seconds I shake my hand and hope nobody talks to me.  If I respond to you then I'll drool.  Trying to respond with excess saliva in my mouth is so embarrassing.  I can hide it from patients though.

     Another fender bender.  This was at a stop light.  It was red.  I had one of my "spells".  My foot slipped off of the break pedal and I hit the lady in front of me.  The good news is that we were stopped and I just tapped her bumper.  Bad news is ticket and higher insurance.  

     I took a break from driving.  No more freedom.  Since my husband was with the fire department, he could pick me up and take me to work the days he was off.  My mother-in-law helped with the days he couldn't. She didn't mind, getting to see her granddaughter more.  We had started going to church and now we would miss one to two Sundays a month.  Three sometimes depending on if my husband had a horrible night at the fire station.  

     I hated not driving.  I lost my freedom.  I prayed to God and said I would go to church more if I could drive.  Everyday, especially Saturday and Sunday morning, I would pray.

     

Work is Getting Wierd

     After training with the traveler.  Finally everyone new learned what we needed to know about echo.  We had to tell the travelers goodbye.  Since they left, I had the pleasure of going to the other outpatient office.  I had no idea of what was happening at the hospital.  I finally found out that the previous supervisor went out on leave.  Another person took over supervisor position while she was gone.  They gave her the office job where I was when she come back. (Oh MAN!!).  Back to the hospital to push the heavy machine on the carpet.
     When I came back to the hospital the air was thick.  The boss hired a nurse from upstairs that knew how to scan.  She didn't get along with anyone.  The daily schedule was made by her, and she did not like me.  I was portable, I had to push the machine to the patient's rooms to do the scan everyday.
     The nurse and boss were dating.  There was boss in another department that we worked with, the cath lab.  My boss was sneaky and told lies about her.  Everyone believed him and so she was told to leave or get fired.  He should have been fired then because come to find out he was using another person's name.  He was stealing from the hospital.  Police came and escorted him out.  WHAT?  The next week his girlfriend didn't show up for work.
     We needed a supervisor and a tech.  The hospital asked a lady that worked at another outpatient office to take over.  Before she could do that she had to train someone to do carotid ultrasounds.  ME,ME,ME!
I was taught another ultrasound specialty without going to school. LUCKY ME!  Since I worked at the other office,  I started filling in for the other general ultrasound tech when she was off.  Now I got to do all three specialties.  The only one I wasn't doing that I loved was OB scans.  Oh well, everything else was going my way now.  NO CALL again.  I was able to DRIVE again.  The only thing was my daughter finding new friends at her new daycare.  My husband was a full time fireman now.  HALLELUJAH!