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Showing posts with label what i meant to say. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what i meant to say. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

WIMTS (What I Meant To Say) Wednesday with Angel..Hearing Aide, Anyone?

Have you had to vigorously bite your tongue this past week (Thursday-Tuesday)? Did you say what you HAD to say, but didn't say what you WANTED to say to someone? Then, here's your chance!

Just click on the linky-button below, and grab a button from Angel, and start posting what YOU *meant* to say, but didn't, thanks to the little thing called 'socially acceptable behavior and language'.

WIMTS


BUT! Before you run off to spout off to the boss, the spouse, the kids, and the ex's dog, see what I have to say first. Especially if this is your first time.


The other day, I had called University of Virginia (UVA) Medical Center's Dermatology Partners, where Skyler is scheduled to be seen on September First for her Molluscum Contagiosum (her severe wart problem), seeing as last week, I had to take her to the ER for a (still) suspicious rash she developed that was purple and almost black, with red dots.

The lady that handles scheduling picked up and asked what my needs were. From there, it just really went down hill. I said..

Hello, my name is Melissa Cowart. My daughter Skyler is to be seen on the first of September, but due to a "non-specific rash" she developed and was taken to the ERD for, I'd like to get her in sooner.

Well, the lady wanted her name and date of birth. Let's just say I didn't get to the date of birth part for a good while. Why? Because...

For one thing, whomever placed her in the system there, initially (and I *highly* suspect it is this woman I was speaking to) had spelled the girl's name wrong! My doctor made the referral appointment, not us. But when they entered her name, they used an 'a', not an 'e' in Skyl'e'r.

It got worse from there...I was asked to spell the last name (again). So I said, C-o-w-a-r-t. Not the hard, right? WRONG!

Lady said what? I said Cowar(t..as in Tom)...Lady said say it again.

By now I thought to myself this chick was effin deaf or just not paying attention. Maybe she was playing World Of Warcraft on the 'puter.

Finally, I broke it down and sad it like this... C..o...w (as in a DAIRY COW!)..a...r...t (as in a work of ART!).

Finally we got it all straight, then I was told after all the trouble, that I COULD NOT CHANGE IT!

I so very meant to say (after saying thanks and you WILL be hearing from the ped.'s office TODAY)...

WTF! I spent the last ten minutes spelling my last damn name because you have severe wax build up apparently. So for my trouble, you CANNOT change it to an earlier date. Especially being my kid developed something I DO NOT KNOW HOW SHE GOT IT??

You people are an effin joke. And as for you, missy! Lay off the damned WoW game while you are working, get the effin wax out of your ears, and go back to Comprehension and Typing School.

Did you get your Office Degree from a damned Cracker Jacks box? Or maybe from your Trix Cereal. Because whatever school you had to have gone to should NEVER have let you pass your courses.

...So, now I am on day two of waiting to hear from Skyler's regular doctor's office, as to if the UVA office will take her earlier. Even the Office Manager and the nurse got nowhere with these people.

Apparently, it's got to be a doc-to-doc convo. Nice! I *hate* dealing with Specialty Practice Doctors. Their heads are so swelled, and stuck so far up their ass, that it comes back up through their necks.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

WIMTS (What I Meant To Say) with Angel....The Bodily Function Edition

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That's right! I shall speak of what is going wrong with this body of mine. Believe me, I am ranting. So much, that it looks like another doctor bill is soon to be in my future. As in the next 24 hours.

What I told my husband about my bladder...

Scotty, I think I have a UTI (Urinary Tract Infection) and am trying this "flushing" system a couple friends gave me to use (of drinking 1/2 gallon of cranberry juice in one shot).

WIMTS was...

Scotty I love my friends, but they are damn insane! They want me to drown my own ass in cranberry juice and float away.

After feeling the first effects of said "flushing"...

Man! I feel sick and want to puke.


WIMTS....

If they were here right now, I would barf on them. And fart, being that they never told me that the gas pains would be WORSE than when I had full-blown back labor with Hayley (and no pain meds).


What I said a while ago about the lack of sleep...

Is up at 5:40 AM. Not natural. Barely slept last night.Guess it dint help I got kicked in the head by 2 things of feet & was @ end of bed. (on Twitter)


WIMTS was....

Damn it all! Bad enough that Skyler got in to the bed. Why can't the man AT LEAST sleep on the CORRECT side of the bed, instead of letting me almost crawl on top of him, thinking something was wrong with the mattress. As for the FEET IN THE HEAD, thanks a hell of a lot to BOTH of you for giving me a headache and a lack of sleep. Now I'm gonna be grumpy all freaking day.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

WIMTS (What I Meant To Say) with Angel.

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Oh my Lord! Is it REALLY that time of the week again all ready?? Wow! Hump Day really knows how to get it's busy on.

Now, you see that linky-do-thingy-majiger? Ya do?! Awesomeness. Click on it and see about joining in the fun of What I Meant To Say Wednesday. Better known as 'WIMTSW' (which is a helluva lot faster to type).

Basically, you say what you DID say to someone about ANYTHING. Then, below that, you say what you WANTED TO/MEANT TO say about the said situation to the said person.

Ready?....Sure? You REEEEEALY want to know what I *wanted* to say? Okay, then here it goes.


*What I said to my husband about his brother and the upcoming trip*...

Scotty, I don't know if taking your brother to King's Dominion is a smart idea. Not with his tooth still being bad and all. And I don't want to be "mother" to his boy for the whole trip.

*What I MEANT to say was*...

Damn it all! How is it he has the damn money to go on this trip, but doesn't have the fucking money to pay to get his damn tooth PULLED, which is LESS that the cost of the damn trip? And I sure as hell REFUSE to be that boy's mama. He ain't MY kid. I love him, but he ain't my responsibility!!!!


*What I said to the "Charge Nurse/Office Manager" at son's Psychiatrist's office*...

Hello! (after he greeted me). Yes, I need to make another appointment. (after he asked if I needed such). Thanks, you have a good one, as well. (after he told me to have a nice day)


*What I MEANT to say*....

You stupid, sorry ass, no good, can't do a damn thing BASTARD! How dare you slap on a fucking smile and make nice with me! I'm shocked you STILL have a damn job. Who's dick did you suck off? As for having a GOOD day, I was, until I saw your backstabbing face in here. Must be nice to mess with kids' medications/insurance and still get to sit on your LAZY ass, still doing NOTHING.


*What I said to Bryce's doctor about Bryce getting accommodations in school*...

After seeing Bryce's potential in test taking by them letting him be completely alone, along with the T-1 teacher, I want to see about us three (the Psychiatrist, Bryce's Case Manager, and myself) of us teaming up and sending an official letter to get two simple accommodations for my son.


*What I MEANT to say*...

Those dumb jackasses we call Educational Professionals are dumber than bricks. And I'm sick and tired of them skirting around FEDERAL laws when it comes to Silently Disabled children. My kid IS disabled (by the damn state, mind you!) and is fully well within his damn rights as an American citizen, and as a Person With a Disability to get even the SIMPLEST of forms of help to meet HIS needs. Not THEIR fucking needs and wants...Cheapskate jackass assholes...After five years of FIGHTING the system (between two school districts), I have had enough and he WILL get what he needs. Come hell or high water.


WOW!! Do I feel better. See? WIMTSW can be a better internal cleanser than Caster Oil. So, don't be shy! Try WIMTSW for yourself and see how much better you feel. I'll bet you, you will come back and tell me it's a better pick-me-up than sex and coffee....Okay, not better. But a damn close second!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

WIMTS (What I Meant To Say) with Angel.

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HAHA!! Seems that today, where the blogging world is concerned, I am....




This is (to my knowledge)my first WHAT I MEANT TO SAY post. And if you were to ever ask Angel over at http://singedwingangel.blogspot.com/ she will tell you I'm not one to sugar coat things. On MANY different subjects. And believe me when I say, some are HEAVILY laden with expletives. So, if you don't want to know what is *truly* on my mind, then I suggest you back it up and go somewhere else. Cuz my mind (at times) can be pretty mean and bitchy.

So without further ado, here we go!

What I said...

Let's see how I can correct this problem with my son's payments. < To the lady at the SSI office concerning my son's SSI Disability payments.

WIMTS.....

WTF is this shit? If I had that much money coming in to my home, I wouldn't need your damn help! My hubby would have to make almost four more damn bucks an hour to make this pay. What kind of damn math do you people use?!


What I said....

It's okay. We will get this all fixed. I have enough meds to get B through. < What I told the "Office Manager" at the doc's office while doc was on leave, and trying to fix insurance problems.


WIMTS....

Look here asswipe! My kid NEEDS his medicines. How many times shall we jack aouund and how many times you plan to play this off? You best be glad I *have* back up bottles or my kid would be screwed. Even your damn NURSE who has NOTHING to do with this shit of dealing with insurance has done a BETTER job at *YOUR* job than you obviously are. She actually GOT SOMEWHERE!!


What I said...

Emails are sent to ALL members by the group's co-founders. And they are not sent very often. If you wish to not receive them, there is truly only one way to stop those...That is to leave the group.

If you are not happy here, then no one is forcing you to stay. Are you new to the group? Because this is the FIRST time I have ever seen you post anywhere on this forum. < EXACTLY word-for-word to some punk in a TRANSPLANT SUPPORT group on FB over his smart ass post.


WIMTS....

Look you little fucktard! You have NO IDEA what it is like for ANY of us, you little asshole punk. You are not a Recipient, nor are you a Donor or Donor Family. Who gives a flying monkey's ass if you are pissed over some emails that are sent GROUP-WIDE. Remove your sorry-ass self from the group and GROW THE FUCK UP!...FYI don't call on us in the event you need an organ or tissue transplant. With your smart ass attitude and "threats" I sure as hell don't want to give a single piece of myself to a piece of shit such as yourself.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

What I Meant To Say Wednesday (1st try)

What I said on Facebook : Melissa Thomas Cowart is ready to go to the Funny Farm now. I'm so freaking SICK of this 'closed" junk when all the LCS system had to do was DELAY one or two hours. There is honestly NO excuse for making these kids stay home AGAIN. This is making almost 2 weeks STRAIGHT of no school. Monday was an exception. They actually WENT after an hour delay.

What I MEANT to say : You sorry SOB's are once again making us parents go frigging insane with once again NEEDLESSLY closing school. Ever hear of f'ing ONE/TWO HOUR delays to let the ice on the road melt?! HELLO! Cars are whizzing by my home as if NOTHING is out there. And I'm a 5 min. walk to one of the said schools you idiots. 




What I said to the kids this morning : 'How many times will I need to repeat about jumping on my couch, which you know is NOT allowed?'


What I MEANT to say : Damn it all! Why don't you sit the hell down, shut the hell up and Hayley, bring me a beer? I swear, these two weeks of living hell have taken its toll. I'm about to ship you off to a damn boot camp for kids. Who wants to screw with Mama some more? Now STOP....JUMPING....ON...THE....DAMN....F-U-R-N-I-T-U-R-E!!!!!!


What I said to my husband this morning on the phone when he asked about school : "What do you think? Of course they are out AGAIN from school. I got the call (again) at almost 6 this morning.


What I MEANT to say : Are you stupid or something? Did you eat it for breakfast there at work? Of course they are CLOSED. Why else would my voice sound like I'm in a "puhleeeeeez help me" tone. Especially knowing our 4 year old nephew must come and bring more joyous hell to my home and drive me f'ing insane for the next 6 hours of my life.


What I said on FaceBook in response to something from a friend's post where another of her friends went after me :  *****, forgive me if I'm wrong, but who is to say I don't know what I'm talking about? Do you know me or my life? I'm pretty sure not. I made no reference either to any specific person. Are you guilty of which I speak above? Because you seem mighty defensive.

What I MEANT to say : For a Preacher's wife, you are the most egotistical, self-centered, uncompassionate BITCH I ever have had the displeasure to run in to. How DARE you tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. You know NOTHING of me you two-bit excuse for a Christian. If you knew ANY of what my life had been or is like, you would have been smart to just keep your fat-ass trap shut and go on somewhere.
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