They’re Baaaack!

The rednecks came to get that camper tonight. I was actually shocked to see them. I figured that POS would be in our yard until we got rid of it!

First, they pulled up in a junky LOUD pick-up truck and naturally, drove through the yard again. I know they would have had to anyway, in order to hitch the camper to the truck BUT they could have at least asked first. Especially since they just got their butts chewed out a few days ago.

I sent my daughter out there to gather up my dishes and silverware that she took out there weeks ago. She came back in with a plate, 2 bowls, a pitcher and a fork and knife that were so nasty dirty that they were stuck together! No lie! One of the bowls was covered with mold and it made me sick. My pitcher had some kind of dried, smelly drink residue in the bottom. It was disgusting. I felt like just throwing it all in the garbage! Instead, I bitched about it A LOT and cleaned everything with vinegar, Dawn dishwashing liquid, and then again with vinegar and a soapy, tea tree oil spray I made myself. Then after a good scalding hot rinse I was satisfied it was clean. Maybe. LOL.

What’s sad here is the fact that my child didn’t think anything of it! I don’t know why she thinks this type of thing is acceptable or “normal.” As a small child she picked up everything that wasn’t in it’s proper place and put them back where they belonged! She always wanted to wash the tables off at fast food restaurants! She freaked out if there was food under the table. If there was trash laying about at the park, she would clean up before she went to play! What the heck happened?

About the moldy dish she says, “It wasn’t like that until after the storm, Mom.” Yeah, like the storm made the bowl moldy and the silverware stick together? Give me a break.

When the rednecks finally got the camper all folded back down (as best they could) they hitched it to the pick-up truck and drove off. It was funny because I could visualize things falling out of the camper on their trek down the road!

I could kick myself hard for not taking a picture! It truly was a sight.

Finally……

The phone rang this morning and woke me up. I didn’t sleep well last night so I was a bit annoyed. Turned out to be the Drs. office with an appointment for C.F. to see an orthopedic surgeon. Honestly, I never expected to hear back from them which is why I made an appointment with another Dr. to get a referral. I figured it would probably be quicker. Now I have to cancel it. But that’s ok because he now has the appointment he has needed since the 5th of this month. He’ll finally get the medical attention I’ve been trying to get for him for the last 11 days. Problem is the appointment isn’t until the 22nd!

Rude Rednecks

Last night, I was minding my own business, watching my soaps that I had taped during the day, (I tape them so I can watch in PEACE) when there was a knock at the door.

It was J., S.R.’s boyfriend. S.R. had already gone to bed. I thought she was still awake so I went and told her he was here. She went outside with him and I didn’t know what was going on, so being concerned about my daughter I went outside. My son, C.F. and his friend A.S. were already outside.

Apparently, J. came with a friend of his to clean out the camper (haha, that was destroyed by the storm the previous night) so they were out there salvaging his stuff. OK, fine.

The thing is, S.R. told him about it early that day when she realized the camper had been damaged. He should have come during the day, not at night. It was almost 11 pm. My dad had already gone to bed and they were outside making all kinds of noise. Slamming and banging. Dropping and pounding. It was very rude of them to even show up this late. Rednecks. They haven’t got a clue.

The day before yesterday, they showed up during the day to drop some of J.’s stuff off at the camper BUT the losers decided to just drive through the yard, through the garden area and all the way around the back…without even asking if it was ok. Granted, we live out in the country but we like our yard to look half way decent.

S.R. says “Mom normal people don’t think about things like that.”

I said, “NO! Rednecks don’t think about things like that. Normal people don’t drive through other people’s yards!” Needless to say, she was pissed at me, yet again!

I should have expected that they would show up late and make all that racket. I sure as hell can’t expect common decency! I sure hope S.R. comes to her senses soon before I go completely gray and end up in a nuthouse.

The Fractured Hand

I was on my computer last Friday afternoon, trying to get some work done. I was a day behind due to the fact that I had to take my daughter to her Drs. appointment on Thursday. Both of the kids (adult kids, that is) were home that day. My son was suppose to work that evening so he was killing some time. I think he watched a movie and played some video games. You know, typical young male activities.

I heard a commotion in the living room and I was due for a break anyway, so I decided to go see what all the ruckus was about. My son was laughing his ass off! My daughter was cracking up, too.

I asked, “What’s going on?”

C.F. says to me calmly, “You don’t want to know.”

I asked, “What did you do?”

He replies, “You don’t want to know.”

I asked, “Did you hurt yourself?” (Remembering the dirt bike incident here and how scared I was that something may have happened to him.)

He held his right hand up and there it was. He broke his freakin’ hand. Immediately my hands went up to my face in shock…. fear…. worry…. well, I don’t know what it was.

I said, “I have to take you to the hospital.”

He agrees, “YES, you do!” All the while laughing like a nutcase.

Apparently, he knocked down a little shelf in his room. This shelf holds a few of his model cars that he worked so hard on. The shelf fell, and everything on it hit the floor. C.F. was mad that this happened and then he punched the wall! He has punched the wall before and left a hole. No injury to himself, thank goodness. This time, there were 2 little knuckle marks on the wall but no hole. He hit the stud this time. I think he may have learned a lesson.

I took him to the ER at the hospital I thought was the best choice. It was closest for one thing, but I didn’t like the other choice. The hospital I chose was in Arkansas, not too far from where we live in Missouri. Now my son has Missouri Medicaid and I always assumed this hospital accepted Medicaid. Turns out the hospital itself DOES accept Medicaid but the Drs. do not accept Missouri Medicaid, specifically.

Great. Now C.F. will get a bill from every freakin’ Dr. that even looked at him cross-eyed that day.

Well, a lot of good it did for me to take him to the emergency room. They looked him over, x-rayed and splinted his hand, wrapped it up and put it in a sling. They gave him a referral to see an orthopedic surgeon and a script for vicoden and sent us on our way.

This being Friday, I couldn’t contact the surgeon until Monday morning.

On Monday morning I called the surgeon’s office.

“Hello. Dr. Moore’s office. Can I help you?” She sounded very nice.”

“Yes,” I said. “Does Dr. Moore accept Missouri Medicaid?”

She said, “No, I’m sorry he doesn’t.”

I explained the situation to her. I asked if I needed a referral to see an orthopedic surgeon.

She said, “Oh, No Ma’am. The only reason Dr. Moore was referred is because he was the surgeon on call that night.”

When I got off the phone, I got to thinking. If he was on call that night then why didn’t they call him to look at C.F.’s hand? It would have saved us a lot of grief.

I called a few other surgeons in Missouri — I was told I needed a referral BUT they didn’t have any openings at all for a couple weeks. One said none until next month. So, I figured I’d take C.F. to a different Dr. and get a new referral. I thought that having the Dr. make the calls we would get an appointment much sooner.

Boy! Was I wrong! It has been 6 days since C.F. fractured his hand and we are still waiting for an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon! It’s a good thing he’s not in a lot of pain! I don’t know what to do at this point. I have been calling the Dr’s. office, consistently since Tuesday morning trying to light a fire under them. They say they’re still working on it. What do I have to do to get my child medical attention? Since it has been this long, the bone has probably started to heal which means it will have to be rebroken in order to set it correctly.

I understand the surgeons are probably booked up but don’t they leave emergency spots open for emergencies?? Of course, this is hardly an emergency but he does need medical attention!

C.F. can’t do anything. He is bored to death. He can’t go to work. He can’t play his guitar, which is his life, he can’t play video games or even use the computer comfortably.

After all is said and done….if it ever gets done that is………I think he may have learned a lesson.