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I hope she pulls through as I have furkids

Posted By: Jessica on 2007-03-27
In Reply to: My cat is in the ICU due to poisoned food. - Alice

of my own. When was she fed this and what kind did you use? Was hearing just today on CNN there would be lots more animals that would probably suffer this fate. I will keep the ole fingers crossed for the baby.


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My furkids, please understand
I have never ever thought about declawing, has not crossed my mind. I would rather get another couch before that. I do have claw posts, 2 in fact and they have toys which they really don’t seem to like much but all I give is lots of love, never any deforming surgery for the wee ones.
Dry skin on my furkids
I took my big furboy to get his coat taken care of and was told he has dry skin and I should try some olive oil in the food. I used about half teaspoon between the 2 small cans that I give my kids and they are not just liking that. The lady had said I could possibly use a vitamin E on his skin but tried the olive oil first. Anyone with any similar problems and ideas? Thanks
Anyone ever try the cat nails for the furkids?

Please, no posts about declawing. I would never do that!! I have brand new furniture and right now it is covered with sheets, blankets and the like, delivered yesterday, living room full of leather at that (along with new dining room, 10 new chairs that have cloth seats). I tried the scratching posts, I tried the bad smelling stuff they sell at the pet stores, I tried the water bottle (that is effective as long as in the same room), but I want to know who has tried the cat nails and if they work. I want to enjoy the beauty of my furniture and I love my kids! I would never damage those indoor babies but I want to look at my furniture also. Are the nails hard to put on. HELP!!


Love these furkids
I got such a laugh out of the fact about those kids not having any gratitude towards those who save their little behinds! My youngest one is a little gay boy, have written on this before, but husband brought him home and now he hisses and runs from the husband! Go figure! He is so funny because he gets as close as he can get to the floor and crawlssssssss along slowly- I guess you cannot see him if he goes slower?? Hubs and I crack our sides watching him. His brother much larger and very needy child, coming in my work room and mewing at me so I can take the time to pet him - oh, that is if the other little brother not around and trying to put the make on him. Yes, little boy not only gay but tries to commit incest. I have an older gray girl that I have been having to medicate and now she runs and then the rest troup run with her some. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you! I love them with a passion, though.
Oh, I have plenty of my furkids if any would be
interested. That is all I have pictures of right now but taking them right and left. Ran out of batteries in 2 days and invested in battery charger Saturday and back to the snap, snap, snapping.
I called for my 3 furkids as having some flooring put in
and even said 2 could "room" together and was told $308.00 for the week. I thought about it and we have a garage, parked the vehicle out and used that and so glad I did, love them so much and I don’t know if the animal clinic gives visitation several times a day.
Never ever ate that, swear on my furkids lives
Now I love beef but hardly eat that now- hubby wants us to cut back on that and the pork but that does not mean I do not love. I probably would throw up if someone served me liver of any kind. I was raised in Tenn but live in Georgia now and no I have never. I have seen liver in the grocery but as far as the other organs, just do not see them here (in town over 4 million) so have shopped in big stores. We have an international market and the next time I am there will check and see if they carry these items.
My furkids wish Fred well and I wish your family well. So sorry...nm
//
You are so true when you speak of the furkids
I lost my older girl last January and she was born and died at my home- she was 18. My grown daughter still can hardly speak of her, gets all misty. I have 3 more but they never take the place of the one who is gone. Each is their own little separate kitty. I told my hubby never could run around, not enough time- got to see about the pets, feeding, watering, treats, it goes on and on all day.
Any food addictives for hairball in the furkids
in your life? I have tried the put on your paw type stuff and the kids just slung that every which a way and it was a darkish color. My hubby says surely there is something you can put in their food for the heaves. Any ideas? Thanks!
Misha and Furkids mom....Oh, for a pill to take to help lessen the pain!
I am on several golden and Sheltie email lists. Whenever one of our fuzzbutts are ill, or have already made their journey to the Bridge, we include poems, passages, or what have you to express our feelings. Here is one of my favorites: 

 

(Now, this might be too hard to read at this moment, if so, set it aside for another day. But, I promise you, someday you will get comfort from these words.)

 

 




THE JOURNEY


by Crystal Ward Kent


Copyright 1998 – All Rights Reserved



When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey — a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage.


If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.


Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life’s simple pleasures — jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joy of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.


If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower — except when heading home to the food dish — but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.


Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details — the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape; we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons brings ever-changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.


Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flicker and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life’s most important details slip by.


You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie — with a cat in hot pursuit — all in the name of love.


Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.


You will learn the true measure of love — the steadfast, undying kind that says, “It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together.” Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.


And you will learn humility. The look in my dog’s eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.


If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will not be just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be — the one they were proud to call beloved friend.


I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a path you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet’s time on earth is far too short — especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during those brief years they are generous enough to give us all of their love — every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.


The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead — young and whole once more.


“Godspeed, good friend,” we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again. 


Ok, needing answers about furkids - baths to be exact
I have 2 boys- 1 has been bathed here recently and knows the ropes- he has a brother who is wild and hairy and has not had a bath in quite some time. Can anyone tell me- (and don’t tell me carefully!! ) how do you restrain a cat for a bath?
I wasn’t clear enough, I meant when others bath your furkids
Sorry..
well, I certainly hope that...sm

everyone on the plane wasn't hovering around this woman while she nursed...good grief!


Mind your own business and you'd never even know the baby was being nursed...dang!


By the way, at Disneyland.. how many butts and boobs did you see hanging out of shorts and tops?  Did *yo momma* report them to the security and hold them hostage while they were told to leave? Huh?  Doubt it!


Hope you are doing well... sm
I totally understand how you may be feeling. I was only able to get pregnant one time and lost the baby four weeks into the pregnancy, but I was the most pregnant woman in the world during that time. How special I felt; how special my husband and I felt together with this miracle growing inside me. Then, our world was shattered by the loss of the child we dreamt of. It took me a long time to get to a place in my heart where I could talk openly about the loss and grieve for our lost child. We prayed and prayed that God would bless us again, but it didn't happen the way we expected. I did not get pregnant again. Our little girl in heaven would be age 22 now.

Then, at the age of 40, when we had all but given up on parenthood, we met a 16-year-old unwed mother at our church. She was raising her infant daughter by herself and living in a shelter. She had decided to bring this child into the world instead of taking the easier road and aborting her. God bless her for that. She and her infant daughter came to live with us for over three years, restoring the joy of having a child to our home. For that time, we were content being "Nana and Pappaw." Then, the birth mom got involved with a man who wrecked her life and caused her to have to give up her child for adoption. We did not want this to happen to her, but the Lord intervened and we were able to adopt her daughter as our own. She is now 11 years old, is a wonderful child, bright, loving, and full of life. Her birth mom left the man who caused all the trouble, and God blessed her with a wonderful husband and a son. We now have contact with her new family by telephone, and she is like a daughter to us as well. Our 11-year-old daughter is so amazing, and so much like us that it is almost frightening! God, in His infinite wisdom, will restore you, just as He restored us. Trust in Him and trust His timing. We will be praying for you as you go through this chapter in your life. We are also in the State of Georgia, and you may email me at any time, should you need to talk to someone who has been there, and reassurance that God loves you and there are a lot of people out here praying for you. May God richly bless you throughout the holidays, and may you find His peace which passes all understanding.
Hope
Like the other MT said . . . I believe that there is a love match for every person on this planet.  This could be the "one".  Follow your heart.  It is better to have loved and lost than to never have been loved.  (Someone really great said that!)  Take it slow and enjoy the ride.  Have fun!
I sure hope so... but, we won't
give up on them.  We are season ticket holders (nose bleed section of course), but we love it.  Our daughter loves them more than our son, she has not had the opportunity to go to a game yet.  But one of the guys in front of us want to trade up some tickets so he can bring his family.  He has two seats and we have two seats, so maybe that will work out for next season.  It is a blast!  Of course, my Dad was from Southeast Philly, so I grew up on 'em.  I'm looking forward to the Phillies' games, too.  We do not have season tickets for them, but I wish...  if only....
I hope you are right..sm
I really don't think that for just a traffic ticket they would spend money to send some officer to another city to make good on a warrant, but you just never know. Depends on the judge who issued the warrant I guess. Your court records may be sealed, but I do believe the patitioner and defendent names are on a court dockett, and that is made public, though. If I remember right, it is posted by the court room door, but that is the state I live in. who knows. Either way, I wish you luck...with both your ticket and your child support issue! Think positive thoughts! :8]
Hope it is JT's but, sm
you are probably right. This may be old news, but she looks preggers in realy life. She and JT married in real life and it all happened so quickly most of her castmates didn't know until afterwards.
I so hope your dog does well sm
Our neighbor had the same problem with a mixed breed with a bit of terrier mixed in. It took her a bit longer to heal, but she is now doing wonderful. Isn't is amazing how much we love our furry friends? They will love us no matter what!!!
I hope you are right. Nothing would
be too severe. This country has to take a much harder look at this for so many reasons. We would love to think that everyone respects these beautiful creatures, but sadly not the case. In my local area alone the horror stories make me ill. I am going to put a post on about puppy mills the effect it had on my friend's dog.
I certainly hope not...
But I think she's way too selfish to get married any time soon.  I see them breaking up when he gets ready to get married (he's only 20), cause she's too wrapped up in herself to be a wife...or am I just wishful hoping???
hope

Has your daughter changed her mind yet?  The Navy sent my son's friend to Behran way back when the war first started.  The other poster had  marhvelous good luck with her husband and her sister and their Navy experience.


I hope they can get you right in!

Dentists where I am are few and far between and it's a real problem.  When I lost my childhood filling there, the tooth was too far gone to be saved.  Well, it could have been saved but the cost was as much as monthly mortgate and car payment combined, so it went bye-bye.  I balled my eyes out for almost 2 days because it was then that I realized I would probably wind up toofless the older I got, as I had no idea how expensive dental care was.  Having your own teeth should be a luxury, ya know?


You take care of yourself and it's good to "see" ya! 


hope you are still okay -

after the root canal I was great for 2 days - then pain hit again, radiating all over my jaw - still had no pain medicine - was ready to hit the streets!!! Needed more antibiotics and eventually and 2000.00 later I am okay.  I did get some relief from the Anbesol stuff and ice packs on my face.  Hope it's over soon.


I hope you had fun! sm
But I just can't go in those anymore.  We were just at the wax museum in Las Vegas and I just couldn't make myself go in the little haunted house there.  My friends said it was more funny than scary.  I have beeen getting more and more scared of them over the years but I made the HUGE mistake of going into that castle at Universal Studios and I didn't know it was a haunted house and I was TERRIFIED through the whole thing.  I held on to my friend's ponytail the whole way.  I think that was the last one I'll ever go in. 
Just one more! Hope these help someone!
Don’t think of her as gone away
Her journey’s just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one

Just think of her as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years

Think how she must be wishing
That we could know, today
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away

And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And she is loved so very much
--Anonymous



A Woman and a Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. Therefore, as she was getting her things “in order”, she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.
“What’s that?” the Pastor’s reply.
“This is very important,” the young woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
“That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the young woman asked.
“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. “My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.



In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!

So I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, “What’s with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.”

The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman and said good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven that he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge.

She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket. They saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.

Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, “What’s with the fork?” And over and over, he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.

He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come!


(When I read this the first time, it ended here)




Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to “Keep their fork”. Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share…being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back to the person who sent it to you. And keep your fork!



I hope you get it! (sm)
I'm afraid it will be pretty wet snow that doesn't stick to the ground, but at least you and your kids will get to see it falling.


OMG! Do you know her????? I hope not!! nm
:)
hope it goes well.
nm
You better hope not
If the president is a devout Muslim, there will no alcohol served in the White House or on Air Force One, and he or she will have to pray 5 times a day. If it's a female Muslim, she'll be wearing scarves or a berka (sp?) depending on which Muslim tradition she follows.

There are just many variations among Muslims as there are among Christians.

In response to one of the posters, this country is NOT a melting pot - it is a salad bar. Lots of different items lined up in the same place, but each stays in their own spot. The melting pot was a remark made a newspaper columnist about a hundred years ago - wasn't true then, isn't now.

If we were a melting pot, we wouldn't have to press 1 to get English - we'd all be speaking it.
I hope it
never happens at all! I live in Utah!
I'm very sorry, and I hope
the vet warned you that it will take a long time for your property to be free of the parvovirus now. That means no dogs can visit your house or yard unless they are up to date on their parvo vaccines. So NO puppies since I think parvo isn't complete until 3 or 4 months of age.

You could post this on your local Craigslist. That would get the word out to a lot of people in your area about this shelter. Maybe then some action will be taken.
My hope for you is that..
you will take time for yourself, realize that you are the most important person in your life and make you number one. I don't want to argue with you...as a fellow (kind of funny word to use) woman, I want you to be the best you can be and make sure others know how great you truly are!
I sure hope not!!!

My son's girlfriend's mother is like that.....wierd!!!!


I don't think that I am.....


I will try this one. . Hope you can see it.

 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR4PQ30VkBk


Here's a pic of her...I hope!

I should hope she's out of the will

Oh, I HOPE so! ...

I love Kyle Chandler!  Oh!! Add Early Edition to my fave list.  How could I forget that one?


Hope it went okay for you. That's really not a

good sign!  I had one of those the other day.  One thing I've learned with this job . .


There's always tomorrow.  May be the same, much better, or WORSE!!!  LOL!



hope you put
I hope it came in a box of individually wrapped husband protectors.
That gives me so much hope, thank you! sm
Yes, I have two children also. I have so many worries and fears right now. But we have tried so many times to make it work. If there is anyway we could talk via email I would appreciate it so much. Being able to talk to someone who has recently been through the same thing would be really nice.
Hope i do this right

Chronological Age:  33


Physical Age:  45?



Emotional Age:  45!



What State:   Indiana



How you like being an MT:     Love the work . Would love more of it, lol.  Have not worked since November and cannot seem to buy a job.  



What you like/dislike about it:   The politics of the business.  The fact that I do not have more than 3 years' experience, and am rejected because of that.



Favorite Food:   Mexican - enchiladas, burritos without beans and rice.



Favorite Spectator Sport(s):   Baseball.



Most fun you ever had in your life:   The summer hubby and I met and dated.



One of your worst experiences:   Buying a lot to build a house and finding out my neighbors were Nazis.  Learning to get over that while dealing with a new diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis. 



Funniest experience:  Um...watching hubby do crazy things.  There is nothing funnier than a grown man chasing a goose or duck, or a 6Ɗ" beanpole (lucky duck) bouncing up and down on a trampoline.


Best pet you ever had:   All my cats.  Boogey, Squiddles, Calvin, Julius and now Simcha.  They are our furkids and just constantly entertain us, amaze us, etc.


Funnest job you ever had:   Working for the Appalachian Media Institute at Appalshop in Whitesburg, Kentucky.  I got to learn a tremendous amount about the media, how subtleties in processing, etc, can influence things, and to connect with my heritage in new ways.


Weirdest job you ever had:   Cold-calling voters to remind them of the upcoming election.  One guy had been dead for 11 years but had voted in the last 3 out of 4 elections!!!


When you win the Big Lottery, you will: Well, first i will have to play it, but when i win  I will pay off all my debt, buy an SUV, help my uncle out financially, help hubby start his own business, invest in some friends' businesses perhaps, buy some land with acreage and build a sustainable house, donate money to the library to add on a nice reading room (dedicated to my grandmother), endow our wonderful veterenarians.  Put some in savings for taxes, if there is anything left HA.


Your favorite musical group(s):   Brian Wilson, the Beach Boys, the Beatles, Foo Fighters.



Latest pet peeve:   People with their hands out who won't work to take care of themselves.



Favorite News Anchor:  Shepard Smith.



Favorite past Sat. Nite Live comedian:   I don't watch it much, but Will Ferrell?  I think he is a past SNL guy.



Favorite current Sat. Nite Live comedian:  Don't have one.



Favorite Sports Hero(s):     Boomer Esiason, MAYBE.  Howie Long. 


Most disliked sports figure(s):   Pretty much all of them.  Most of the sports figures these days are in it for the money, with very few exceptions, and they think their status as a VIP makes them special. 


I cook / don't cook because:   I love to cook.  It satisfies a creative outlet for me, and I get to watch other peoples' enjoyment most of the time.



What you would replace in your house:  Um.  New house, but i think i would either do the whole upstairs in a bonus truss (meaning loft type space) or add a basement instead of a slab.  That floor is darned cold.   



Who did you look up to as a kid or teenager?    My mom (actually my aunt who raised me) and my maternal grandparents. 


Did you pass the 1st time you took your driver's test?   Yep, sure did.  My parents were killed in a car wreck when i was 2 so I take driving very, very seriously. 



Do you text when you drive?   No.  Absolutely not. 


What you hope to see in your lifetime:   A Gene Rodenberry-like world peace, extensive space travel, a cure for cancer, a cure for Alzheimer's, a cure for diabetes, no more world hunger, the shores of Virginia and Massachusetts where my ancestors came ashore, the Northern Lights, the Pacific Ocean and California, Hawaii, Australia, Europe, my thin self again, healthy.


Worst pain you ever felt:   When i had a wisdom tooth extracted AND had a root canal redone in the same week. They both became inflamed and good Lord.  I wanted to be efficient.  Next time I'll drag it out, ha!



How you treat a really bad mood:   Slam doors, cabinets, things I cannot break.  I have a bad, bad temper.  Yell.  Go to the shooting range and blow up stuffed animals.  Eat chocolate. 


Favorite gemstone:   Diamond.



Favorite color(s):   Green.



Favorite domestic animal:  Cats.



Favorite wild animal:  Birds.



Happy Flyer, or White-Knuckler?   If God had wanted me to fly, He would've given me wings.


Phobias:  Flying, heights, death, poo.  Yes, I said poo.   



"I would rather die than eat a - :"       Snail.



A friend or relative who passed away 20+ years ago gets to come back and visit you for a day: 



You would be proudest to show them:    My husband and house, my life.


They would be most shocked by:  The way their family has acted toward me, and the deaths in their family. 



They would be most amazed/intrigued by:  The Internet.



They would be most dumbfounded by:  The internet.  Heck, it surprises me.


The activity you would most like to do together:   Sit and eat, talk, maybe go back to where I was raised.  See their graves?  That sounds morbid, but hey. 


This person was:   My mother.


Let's just hope you never need
Obviously you are perfect and would never find yourself in a compromising position. I hope you never need the KINDNESS of others to help you in any way, because you probably won't get it. You know what they say about Karma.

You are in for a huge dose of it with your attitude. No wonder you're so miserable.
Just once and hope to keep it that way - sm
2nd marriage for him though.....funny cause we were talking about it last night if he were to die soon he does not want me to remarry, at least not until our kids are 18 because of child molesters. I doubt I would remarry for a long time anyway as I have had too many ups and downs with this one though I love my DH to pieces, I think I would revel in the solitude and independence.
I sure hope not....sm
I hope your husband does not do this to your kids. Thanks for the thoughts and thanks for the prayers.
By the way, if you need a place to vent you can email me. This is definitely not the place to vent. I have learned this. I will not be posting anymore about my problems on here because I don't think anyone gives two $hit$ except for a few nice folks on here.
I hope this might help
A headache is bad enough never mind a migraine.

I've always tried to find natural ways to fix something. I know essential oils have been used throughout time. We have a mister with lavender oil and I know that when we are stressed and turn this on it it seems to help relief stress and tension. There are many websites you can go to on google. I typed in essential oils for migraines and there were lots of sites, but here are a couple of links. Sounds like it might be worth a try.

http://www.circlesoflight.com/aromatherapy/aroma9.shtml

http://ezinearticles.com/?Migraine-Headaches-And-Chronic-Pain:-Essential-Oil-Of-Lavender,-A-Natural-Remedy&id=14205

I hope you saw the end...
The shocking part was that last week's episode was all a figment of House's imagination. Disappointing.
Hope this never happens to me again - sm
I felt so ill getting on a flight from Seattle to Atlanta that I was carrying a plastic bag with me and was unable to eat breakfast.  We had eaten at the Space Needle the previous day and I had not felt well since.  About an hour into the flight they were passing out food and the smell of it made me feel sick to my stomach.  I had been telling hubby I did not feel well, but he was still pretty surprised when I sprang across him to get out of my seat and began moving quickly up front to get to the bathroom, which was occupied!  With no time to think, I made good use of their recycling bag in their kitchen area.  Nearly immediately the head flight attendant came running up, then my husband, and then other passengers came running up to see if there was a problem and could they offer assistance.  I felt as if I were going to faint and sat in the jumpseat and the flight attendant got everyone to sit back down.  I felt fine after that and went back to my seat, but the flight attendant kept bringing airsick bags to me and asking if I was okay and I kept thinking everyone was looking at me.  Never been sick on a plane in my life and I have been all over the world, but I think of this incident every time I fly now!
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