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Good Morning fellow readers and bloggers. It’s another fine September morning in Arkansas. I’m sitting on my deck drinking a cup of java listening to the birds and noises you only hear in the country.
Occasionally I’ll hear a vehicle pass our driveway on the dirt road which more often than not is almost impassable. There is a half mile between two paved roads that connect to our dirt road. The county judge tells us this half mile section is a private road, a public road but not a county road. Scratching my head over this. Dah! I’ve tried to understand this concept but anyone I tell my story to is just as perplexed as I am. I ask which is it private or public and if it’s public doesn’t that fall into the category of county? Our county judge continues to say both and it’s not county. I still don’t understand how he can justify that it’s not county since I’m living in this county. Very PERPLEXING!
What happened to the all roads being paved campaign when the Clintons were in office? I suppose the half mile stretch between the two paved roads was unimportant since it is of course the NO ZONE.
Well just know one thing, by living in the “NO ZONE”, as I have aptly named it, if I hear a vehicle driving up to my house I am sure someone is coming to visit (which rarely happens, is lost or up to no good. If you find yourself driving up my driveway just know, I am prepared. I have an intruder alarm that not only makes loud noises but can go for your jugular or if lucky your behind.
Am I scared living in the NO ZONE? Absolutely not! I love every moment out here where the air is fresh, it’s peaceful and the birds are in song.
Everyone reading this, step outside give yourself a good stretch and enjoy the moments as they are quickly ticking away.
Well, Spring looks like it may stay with us for a while, and that’s just fine by me. It gets so hot and humid here in Arkansas. You feel like you’re in a sauna when you step outside.
My favorite and only two grandchildren are officially out of school for the summer which lends for a very busy summer for everyone. I really look forward to spending a little more time with them each year when school is out.
It’s so amazing watching them quickly change from diapers to young adults. It also gives me a chance to relive some of those precious moments when my girls were this age. I feel double blessed to have one of each at this time in my life.
I got in to see Dr. Porter at Saline Memorial this morning for my second colonoscopy within a year and he got right to the problem. The Dr. I went to in Hot Springs kept me in the hospital do…
I got in to see Dr. Porter at Saline Memorial this morning for my second colonoscopy within a year and he got right to the problem.
The Dr. I went to in Hot Springs kept me in the hospital doing one test after another, with blood test coming back positive IBD and telling me he really didn’t know what was wrong. He told me if I had any more problems to come back. There was no follow up or anything. I even called to find out when my follow up was. The nurse said there is no follow up. Come back if you have any more problems.
While in the hospital I had the upper scope (EGD) into my stomach, laparoscopic exploratory surgery, 4 CT scans with imaging, 3 CTs without imaging, NG tubes, too many xrays to mention, swallow a camera and last but certainly not least, the most archaic test ever performed on a human being, the barium. I’m telling you now, if any Doctor mentions that to you take off running or at the very least just say NO!!!
Not even two weeks after the 9 day hospitalization I finally had the first colonoscopy. Of course there were ulcers in my colon after that horrible barium test.
The guy that did the barium test acted like Lester the Molester, I am not joking!!! He said to me in this erky voice,”Just put your arms around me little lady,” and with this sly look in his eyes said,” lean your body into mine and I’ll put you in the chair, now don’t you worry, I’ve taken good care of you.” Mind you I may have been a little woozy, but not to woozy to realize when someone is a creep.
I’ve taken the time to share with you my experience so you may not have to experience what I have. If you are having problems with your stomach don’t wait. Get help fast and by all means DO NOT USE THE GASTROENTEROLOGIST IN HOT SPRINGS. The only thing they can and will do (I’m talking about both groups here in HS), is run test after test, especially if you have good insurance. They are not surgeons, I’m not even sure they can specialize in anything except the tests they run.
I went to Dr. Porter at Saline Memorial and he is wonderful. He performed my second colonoscopy today, took many pictures and was able to get pictures of the area that was giving me trouble. He said this is definitely Crohne’s Disease and there is one ulcer in that area. This time I have a follow up appointment to discuss my options. So please, listen to your gut and ponder my words, get help anywhere but HOT SPRINGS.
After working in the hair business for 46 years you are ready for a break. Not the kind of break you take for lunch or the usual break after you have a child but the break away from standing for 8 to 10 hours a day making men and women look good and feel better.
I do have to say if you enjoy this type of work it’s not only fun but very rewarding. You will become a daughter, sister, brother, mother, aunt and psychologists. You will laugh with them; you will cry with them. You will feel their joy of a birth or sadness of a death.
You not only will learn how to get along with a wide variety of personalities you will get 101 on cooking, crafting and even gardening lessons for free.
You will love your clients like family because you see them more than family, but always remember you are replaceable. There will always be someone who knows how to cut hair styles or formulate color just a little better than you or there will be someone just a little more charming.
By the end of 46 years you will opt for comfy shoes instead of eye catching heels or slides. You will obtain a natural curve in your posture as though you’re ready to cast your hands over a shampoo bowl into someone’s hair.
You won’t stroll into the salon in the morning with style, you’ll carefully hobble in but by habit you’ll greet everyone with a smile and tell yourself “I can do this, I can do this” and at the end of the day you will smile, thank and hug your last client good bye. You then will drag your hiney to your vehicle, hope there are leftovers in the fridge and pray you’ll feel like doing it over again tomorrow.
I have lived a great deal of my life in the hair salon. I have even raised my children and help raise others’ children in the salon. I’m taking my break now and next time I see my clients I’ll still have that smile and a big ole hug for them. I love you and will miss you.