Grandma4ever
One day closer and still counting!!!
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[As of 6/30 I only have 63 day or 9 weeks before My WDW/Cruise Vacation. Can't wait!!!!! Still so much to do before we leave.
HELLO to all.... We are closer to sail.. and many things to do. Leis any one?? We have not fallen off to Davie Jones's Locker. Just work for dis dollars and care for others.
OH.. I have seen people getting this brown stuff on them.. I think it is called a tan..Oppppsss.. I might need to start that .. Ya on this body and the other one coming with me. some before sun and water treatment.
WELCOME to ALL New DIS..
ok there is no short version of this so I'll post the long version here. (I posted this on another thread as well) Please just skip it if you are not interested in the fiasco of the drs office:
Ok, so my fantabulous day turned to crap. The reason we were rushing home is because dh had a dr appt with a surgeon to fix his hernia. This surgeon came highly reccommended by my mother, who works with her at the hospital(shes a surgical nurse). So we RUSH (as you all know by my previous posts) to get to Montgomery Alabama by 3pm, get there right on time and park our semi(tractor, not trailor, just the short part) in the very back of the building. Kevin goes in and I decide to wait in the truck since it shouldn't take him long, because its just a surgical consult. So while kev is inside filling out paperwork, this new toyota 4runner pulls up beside me and this man is just staring at me like I have 3 heads. I quickly figure out he is the dr and then he whips in his parking space(his car and our truck were the only empty spaces in amongst about 25 empties). He proceeds to get out and walk towards me. Now as a truck driver, we know people are annoyed by our truck and we try to not take it places unless we have to. We HAD to take it to the Dr because our house was 45 min out of the way to pick up our car. So I immediately begin to explain to him that my dh is a patient (I didn't want him to think I was just hanging out) and that I would be leaving as soon as he was done. He yells at me 'get that thing out of MY lot'. I try to ask him where he wants me to move it and he cuts me off again and again. Bellittling me with every word. He told me to park that THING on the street. I said 'Sir I would but there is no legal parking on the street and I would get a ticket or possibly towed. ' He said move it i'll call the cops. So I cry my eyes out and call my mom and ask her if I can just park at the hospital where she works just until Kev is through. She is PISSED and wants me to meet her at the front of the hospital so she could let him have it. He had no idea who I was. He had no idea she is my mother. Well, I didn't want her to whoop his butt because my mama's a litlte crazy. So apparantly the DR wouldn't see Kevin and told him to move the truck before he would see him. Kevin had no clue the dr had talked to me like that (he aint big enough to talk to my buff dh like that). The minute Kevin came out and saw me crying he stormed bacl in there, DEMANDED to see the BIG MAN who made his wife cry. God I love this man. The Dr mumbled and made excuses and Kevin said something along the lines of 'If you have something against truck drivers, you should post a sign or something' he also said 'How ethical is it to turn away a patient in pain because of what they arrive in, can you sa discrimination?' The kicker is that I talked to his receptionist earlier to get the ok to park the tractor there and she said just park in the back. I want to get a lawyer and sue. I cannot believe that we were treated that way. Not to brag, but I'm sure if we pulled up, Kev in his Tommy Bahama clothes, 200 dollar sandals (dh LOVES him some Nordstrom) and me in a nice dress and my Jimmy Choos (yep I'm a high class trucker) in our 46,000 truck maybe he would have greeted us with a 'Welcome!' But he took one look at that truck and all he saw was trash. Why? Everything in his office, from the tables, to the chairs to the cotton balls. EVERYTHING HE HAS, EVERYONE HAS was brought by a trucker. Honestly, think of one thing you have that a truck didn't transport for you in some way or another. I'm so upset. Now we have to find another dr. Why do people discriminate? It hurts so bad. What makes him better than me? Sorry girls. I would have let him have it, except I was hangry because I had only had a couple pieces of toast and a box of raisons. Also I was exausted as I had drove in from FREAKIN CALI! I'm just emotionally drained at this point. I can't stop crying. This job is great except for the way you are treated sometimes
Cyndi, Im so sorry you and Kevin went thru such crap from the Dr !!!
Most of them think nothing but themselves.And I had to deal with one yesterday myself.![]()
I agree, if it werent for truckers... NONE of us would have the things we do. So here's to you and Kevin...
THANKS!!!
ok there is no short version of this so I'll post the long version here. (I posted this on another thread as well) Please just skip it if you are not interested in the fiasco of the drs office:
Ok, so my fantabulous day turned to crap. The reason we were rushing home is because dh had a dr appt with a surgeon to fix his hernia. This surgeon came highly reccommended by my mother, who works with her at the hospital(shes a surgical nurse). So we RUSH (as you all know by my previous posts) to get to Montgomery Alabama by 3pm, get there right on time and park our semi(tractor, not trailor, just the short part) in the very back of the building. Kevin goes in and I decide to wait in the truck since it shouldn't take him long, because its just a surgical consult. So while kev is inside filling out paperwork, this new toyota 4runner pulls up beside me and this man is just staring at me like I have 3 heads. I quickly figure out he is the dr and then he whips in his parking space(his car and our truck were the only empty spaces in amongst about 25 empties). He proceeds to get out and walk towards me. Now as a truck driver, we know people are annoyed by our truck and we try to not take it places unless we have to. We HAD to take it to the Dr because our house was 45 min out of the way to pick up our car. So I immediately begin to explain to him that my dh is a patient (I didn't want him to think I was just hanging out) and that I would be leaving as soon as he was done. He yells at me 'get that thing out of MY lot'. I try to ask him where he wants me to move it and he cuts me off again and again. Bellittling me with every word. He told me to park that THING on the street. I said 'Sir I would but there is no legal parking on the street and I would get a ticket or possibly towed. ' He said move it i'll call the cops. So I cry my eyes out and call my mom and ask her if I can just park at the hospital where she works just until Kev is through. She is PISSED and wants me to meet her at the front of the hospital so she could let him have it. He had no idea who I was. He had no idea she is my mother. Well, I didn't want her to whoop his butt because my mama's a litlte crazy. So apparantly the DR wouldn't see Kevin and told him to move the truck before he would see him. Kevin had no clue the dr had talked to me like that (he aint big enough to talk to my buff dh like that). The minute Kevin came out and saw me crying he stormed bacl in there, DEMANDED to see the BIG MAN who made his wife cry. God I love this man. The Dr mumbled and made excuses and Kevin said something along the lines of 'If you have something against truck drivers, you should post a sign or something' he also said 'How ethical is it to turn away a patient in pain because of what they arrive in, can you sa discrimination?' The kicker is that I talked to his receptionist earlier to get the ok to park the tractor there and she said just park in the back. I want to get a lawyer and sue. I cannot believe that we were treated that way. Not to brag, but I'm sure if we pulled up, Kev in his Tommy Bahama clothes, 200 dollar sandals (dh LOVES him some Nordstrom) and me in a nice dress and my Jimmy Choos (yep I'm a high class trucker) in our 46,000 truck maybe he would have greeted us with a 'Welcome!' But he took one look at that truck and all he saw was trash. Why? Everything in his office, from the tables, to the chairs to the cotton balls. EVERYTHING HE HAS, EVERYONE HAS was brought by a trucker. Honestly, think of one thing you have that a truck didn't transport for you in some way or another. I'm so upset. Now we have to find another dr. Why do people discriminate? It hurts so bad. What makes him better than me? Sorry girls. I would have let him have it, except I was hangry because I had only had a couple pieces of toast and a box of raisons. Also I was exausted as I had drove in from FREAKIN CALI! I'm just emotionally drained at this point. I can't stop crying. This job is great except for the way you are treated sometimes
On a lighter side -
We have jsut under 70 days before the Magic sails. Anyone else excited? Looking forward to seeing the faces of the children the first time the ship sounds her horn.
We are off to Dowtown Disney tonight to catch a movie and perhaps a set of Mickey ears for the niece and nephew. Donita admonishes me, telling me that I am not allowed to get any more excited.
Hope all is well-
ok there is no short version of this so I'll post the long version here. (I posted this on another thread as well) Please just skip it if you are not interested in the fiasco of the drs office:
Ok, so my fantabulous day turned to crap. The reason we were rushing home is because dh had a dr appt with a surgeon to fix his hernia. This surgeon came highly reccommended by my mother, who works with her at the hospital(shes a surgical nurse). So we RUSH (as you all know by my previous posts) to get to Montgomery Alabama by 3pm, get there right on time and park our semi(tractor, not trailor, just the short part) in the very back of the building. Kevin goes in and I decide to wait in the truck since it shouldn't take him long, because its just a surgical consult. So while kev is inside filling out paperwork, this new toyota 4runner pulls up beside me and this man is just staring at me like I have 3 heads. I quickly figure out he is the dr and then he whips in his parking space(his car and our truck were the only empty spaces in amongst about 25 empties). He proceeds to get out and walk towards me. Now as a truck driver, we know people are annoyed by our truck and we try to not take it places unless we have to. We HAD to take it to the Dr because our house was 45 min out of the way to pick up our car. So I immediately begin to explain to him that my dh is a patient (I didn't want him to think I was just hanging out) and that I would be leaving as soon as he was done. He yells at me 'get that thing out of MY lot'. I try to ask him where he wants me to move it and he cuts me off again and again. Bellittling me with every word. He told me to park that THING on the street. I said 'Sir I would but there is no legal parking on the street and I would get a ticket or possibly towed. ' He said move it i'll call the cops. So I cry my eyes out and call my mom and ask her if I can just park at the hospital where she works just until Kev is through. She is PISSED and wants me to meet her at the front of the hospital so she could let him have it. He had no idea who I was. He had no idea she is my mother. Well, I didn't want her to whoop his butt because my mama's a litlte crazy. So apparantly the DR wouldn't see Kevin and told him to move the truck before he would see him. Kevin had no clue the dr had talked to me like that (he aint big enough to talk to my buff dh like that). The minute Kevin came out and saw me crying he stormed bacl in there, DEMANDED to see the BIG MAN who made his wife cry. God I love this man. The Dr mumbled and made excuses and Kevin said something along the lines of 'If you have something against truck drivers, you should post a sign or something' he also said 'How ethical is it to turn away a patient in pain because of what they arrive in, can you sa discrimination?' The kicker is that I talked to his receptionist earlier to get the ok to park the tractor there and she said just park in the back. I want to get a lawyer and sue. I cannot believe that we were treated that way. Not to brag, but I'm sure if we pulled up, Kev in his Tommy Bahama clothes, 200 dollar sandals (dh LOVES him some Nordstrom) and me in a nice dress and my Jimmy Choos (yep I'm a high class trucker) in our 46,000 truck maybe he would have greeted us with a 'Welcome!' But he took one look at that truck and all he saw was trash. Why? Everything in his office, from the tables, to the chairs to the cotton balls. EVERYTHING HE HAS, EVERYONE HAS was brought by a trucker. Honestly, think of one thing you have that a truck didn't transport for you in some way or another. I'm so upset. Now we have to find another dr. Why do people discriminate? It hurts so bad. What makes him better than me? Sorry girls. I would have let him have it, except I was hangry because I had only had a couple pieces of toast and a box of raisons. Also I was exausted as I had drove in from FREAKIN CALI! I'm just emotionally drained at this point. I can't stop crying. This job is great except for the way you are treated sometimes