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.