So that my daughter won't have sit there and be humiliated like this girl while her daddy is off defending this horrid teacher's right to bully her students.
let me provide you with an example of what it would be like. Enjoy! This is my true story.
I got a lovely courtesy call regarding my upcoming doctor's appointment. My FIRST appointment, I might add. My response. =o)
I am writing to complain about the appalling lack of prenatal care offered by the Portsmouth Medical Centers in the Tidewater area. I'm am horrified with every aspect of prenatal care that is offered. This new "DOD policy" is a joke.
I am a navy dependent who is, at the moment, 15 weeks pregnant. As of this time, I have not seen a doctor about my pregnancy. And judging from the courtsey call I just recieved regarding my upcoming "appointment" on the 5th, I won't be seeing an actual doctor anytime soon.
Getting the intial "appointment" after the referral was a hard enough and the mess just keeps getting bigger. When I first called after my initial referral, I was offered an appointment for when I was 18 weeks pregnant. That is totally unacceptable for a normal pregancy, however my referral indicated that I was to be considered high risk for several reasons. Let's start with my age, I'm 36 years old. How about the fact that I've had a miscarriage in the past? Or maybe they'd might have noticed that I'm considered high risk for twins. All of this information was on my referral from my PCM. None of this information was considered.
My husband called trying to change the appointment and was told "Oh well everybody's pregnant" by MULTIPLE people. And yes, he told them all about my high risk factors. You call this prenatal care?
After much yelling, he was able to get me in at 16 weeks. Now I find out it's not really an appointment at all. I was just informed that I will be watching a video for 2 hours about my early prenatal care. Then they'll make me an appointment with a doctor. I'll be 16 weeks when I watch this video, the time for that has long since passed, I'm not even in the first trimester of my pregnancy. Anything I needed to know from the video I've learned on my own with the birth of my first child or from spending the last 16 weeks reading about things that I might have forgotten.
If "everybody is pregnant" and the ob/gyn departments are this bogged down with patients then maybe the navy needs to suck up the cost and start referring patients to civilian providers.
Providers who will actually give them prenatal care insteading of giving them the run around and sitting them in front of the tv. Medical people who will actually read the entire referral and then get people in to see a doctor. It seems like the only rational and responsible choice.
I'm sure that video is very valuable, especially for first time parents. However, watching a video SHOULD NOT be a requirement for seeing an actual medical doctor. That is irresponsible and ridiculous!
It took them 6 weeks to get me an appointment for the video and only after viewing that will I be permitted to see a doctor. 6 weeks that I could've recieved actual medical care. 6 less weeks wondering how many babies I might be carrying. Doctor first, video whenever. Clearly the DOD's priorities are severely misguided.
I am thankful that I am not a "worrier" by nature and don't analyze every little twinge/symptom or I'd be a wreck wondering. I cannot begin to imagine how this policy and lack of care affects the women who are. No doubt this causes a lot of undue stress during a time that should be full of joy and excitement.
This entire policy is shameful, irresponsible and negligent. It needs to be changed immediately. Believe me, I'll be doing my part to see that it is.
I don't know, while universal healthcare looks great in theory, in practice it just doesn't work. Just ask all the people who immigrate here to get away from it. At least I get the crappy care for free.
I have decided that I do not like the month of May and I'm officially skipping it next year. Nothing but bad news comes out of this month.
The good news that we've received this month is that I need 2 root canals. Sadly, this really is the least stressful thing we're dealing with.
I found out yesterday that my mother-in-law, Sharon, has to have a double bypass on Tuesday. They discovered this when she had high blood pressure at a routine checkup and did a battery of tests. Thankfully, it was caught before she had a heart attack. (God blessed my dad the same way 2 years ago, when he had a quintuple bypass. It was caught before anything terrible happened.)
I spent a great deal of yesterday trying to track down my husband, who's deployed. Would have been a lot easier had the power not gone out for 10 hours.
The power finally came back on and I was able to contact his command. I have to say that his command is wonderful. They helped me get in contact with Kevin and told me that they'd pull him out and get him back to the states. (And they're paying the biggest portion of his ticket.)
With any other command, he would be staying put. Generally you only get to go back if there's a Red Cross message that the person is close to death. But the spec war community tends to do their own thing and he has an awesome commanding officer.
Then I got to break the news to Kevin. That's twice this month I've given him bad news since he's been gone.
If you feel led please pray for Sharon, my mil. And I'm still waiting on more news about Karen.
The last couple of days have been crazy here. Crazy in the form of dd acting out.
Monday I took her to the "mall" for lunch and to go to the little amusement park. Should have been a good time. A nice treat. Well, when she couldn't get ice cream, she lost it. She got the "attitude" that makes me insane. Her tone of voice gets nasty. I get angry and disappointed. Sometimes she acts like she's entitled to the world. So the rest of the afternoon was a bust.
That night she wets the bed (in the early am actually) so I clean her up and bring her into my bed. Where she fails to fall back to sleep. Doesn't bode well for the rest of the day.
She did alright for school but then she starts getting that attitude again. She's out in the livingroom, mumbling under her breath, because she didn't want to pick up something. On and on she goes. Getting more and more disrespectful.
So I ground her to her room. No dance, no contact with anyone but me. I even skipped my bowling. (I'm really bad so it was probably to my team's advantage. LOL) She went up there around 11:30 am and stayed until after my last dance class at 6. ( I fed her and let her out to use the bathroom. Although she took the liberty of peeing on her bedroom floor at one point, thinking that would reduce her sentence. Didn't work, but she did kill time giving herself a bath and cleaning the floor.)
When she came out, she was remorseful but aren't they always. I'm hoping I made enough of an impact for her to watch her words and tone.
I'm sure some of her attitude has to do with dh being deployed but I swear there's something in the air that effects her this time of year.
Last year, around this time, I had the worst week of mothering in my life. She was horribly out of control! Screaming, yelling, hitting, spitting, saying "stupid." Nothing I did (removing every single thing out her room, giving her vinager for a smart mouth for starters) worked. I was in tears the whole week. When we went to church at the end of that week, she came out a different child. I have no idea what she talked about with her teacher but it was clear that God touched her.
I still shudder when I think about that week.
Hopefully, we won't get to that point this year! She seems to be in a much better mood today.
When we went to church at the end of that week, she came out a different child. I have no idea what she talked about with her teacher but it was clear that God touched her. 
She seems to be in a much better mood today.
