Visiting the Doctor 2.0

Since I've started subscribing to my friend Sandy's approach of only seeing the doctor if you have at least three things wrong with you, I've really saved a lot of money.
The thing is, if at least three things are wrong with you, one of them is pretty much guaranteed to be something that needs further attention.
So I finally had three things on my list. This is what it looked like.

1. Face rash for the last two or so months.
2. Low HDL levels. 
3. Check drawer reflex on repaired ankle.

     3.  Funny lump on my bum.

Let's take them in order.

1. It's a fungus. Seriously. I have MUSHROOMS growing on my face. Also, the cream I was putting it on it (prescription stuff for the kids' eczema) is the exact wrong thing to use. Oops. 
2. Who knows about this one. He's sending me to get my liver function checked, it's probably nothing. (Your liver is where you make "good" or HDL cholesterol)
3. This is the thing I'm least excited to talk about. Honestly, do you talk about YOUR bum on the internet? Yeah. I didn't think so. I may tell you about it later. I just can't right now. 

I wasn't even going to mention that last thing to the doctor, because hello. If you say something like that, they're going to want to LOOK at it. Doctors are funny that way. My mom looked it at last night, and she thought I ought to get it checked (isn't that what SHE was doing?), so I changed the third thing on my list. Now I have an appointment with a specialist for next week.

When my doctor told me I needed to "get that checked out", I knew JUST who to call. Dr. K. He took care of my dad.
I also knew I needed to make the appointment in person.
When I got there, the receptionist told me the doctor wasn't taking new patients.
I said, "That's nice. He'll see me."
She started to go through the riga-ma-roll about getting my info and having to ask the nurse yada yada
Guess who walked in right then?
Dr. K.
I asked about his kids, he asked me what a young(ish) healthy lady like me could be doing in his office.
I told him.
He got this soupy sad look in his eyes (everyone does when they think about my dad) and said of COURSE he'd take me as a patient (told you so) and so that's it.
I guess I'll let you know what he says Monday.

School Update

• This week I got yelled at in math class for using (get this) a CALCULATOR. Um, hello. It says right there on the syllabus, Mr Cranky Pants, that a calculator is a required tool for your class. M'kay then.
• My second (and most stressful to-date lab practical) came back graded. 

92.5%. 

          This is the grade I get on EVERYTHING for this class. I'm a 92% kind of a gal. I wish I could get a                
          100% just ONCE in a while, but I guess it's better to be consistently MOSTLY smart instead of
          occasionally all the way brilliant. Keeps me humble.

• Bio-Ethics is STILL the most pointless class on planet earth, and possibly in the entire universe. Honestly, I swear to you, this class was invented by people who have never even heard of church. I'm thinking of asking my teacher if I can drop it and still get an A if I attend services weekly. (Which I do anyway, so I see it as a win-win; my teacher doesn't have to see me roll my eyes every 2.4 seconds and I don't have to sit through two inane hours of uselessness every week.)

Randomness (seriously, just skip this one)

Since I'm taking some classes this semester, my sister is watching the munchkins.
I happen to be anti-daycare, mostly because I'm anti-spending money and anti-people with no language and/or interpersonal communication skills interacting with my children.

OK, mostly because I'm cheap.

When I came home the other day my sister said, "Yay! I'm free!" (she was joking... I think)
The boy replies with, "I'm three, too!"
Classic.

Earlier this week I heard The Boy say to The Baby, "You're a GENIUS!" The Baby replies with, "No, YOU'RE a genius!" This is made all the more funny when you know The Hubs tells me regularly I'm a genius, and he means it.

I think I'm Missing Something

I just read this article about the recent salmonella outbreak from egg farms in Iowa.
The article calls for stricter state regulation on egg farms but the guy in charge of state agriculture says the Federal Government should impose more strict regulation on all egg farms everywhere.

Those of you who know me, know I'm a strong supporter of state's rights, but you know what I'm an even bigger fan of? Common sense.

People, if you know where your food comes from, if you trust the people who produce it, is it even a state issue? No, it's not.

That being said, not everybody has a farm up the street from which they can get eggs, or room for a couple chickens at their own homes, so the next question I have is why people aren't demanding the egg farms do something about this. Why is it the federal or even the state government's job to keep us safe?

What are we? Five? 

No. Most people who buy eggs are responsible adults who manage to take care of ourselves the majority of the time. What's the real deal, then?

Oh, I know. We've been trained to expect the state/federal government to let the state take care of us. State funded education. State funded welfare, state funded public roads and transportation, state funded healthcare, state funded food and drug regulations and state funded business regulations.

Am I alone in thinking this is a BAD thing?