I’ve had enough of you. I don’t care if I ever see you again. Please stay away from me.
No, I don’t need to consult the List for a doctor who can assist me with my anger management issues. These are my feelings as I recover from last week’s bacchanalian tradition of scarfing down plate after plate of mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn and my newly estranged poultry pal, the turkey.
I only eat turkey once a year, and this Thanksgiving, I ate enough of it that I woke up the other night with a nagging pain in my gizzard … er … stomach. It wasn’t long before I fell back asleep, only to dream of the refrigerated cache of plastic, zippered storage bags of leftover turkey flesh waiting to be my breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week.
Suffice it to say that it was no accident — though I informed my mom otherwise — when I left her house and “forgot” the Ziplocked turkey remnants. And when I got hungry on the three-and-a-half-hour drive back to Indianapolis, I stopped along the way for a fast food burger. I’m still not sure exactly what kind of meat comprised that flattened, salty patty, but I knew one thing as I gobbled it down: It wasn’t turkey.
John is an associate editor for
Angie's List magazine. He is the proud owner of three dogs — Dixie, Bear and Ernie — two leopard geckos and a cat. He's obsessed with the Chicago Cubs, and enjoys buying and selling random stuff on eBay.
Angie’s List is rating medical services, and since we’ve been writing about medical related issues on the Blue House Blog, I thought I’d share my recent experience.
I had to take my mom to the doctor on Tuesday. She’d been having sharp pains in her stomach and couldn’t sleep due to the discomfort she was experiencing. My grandmother and I kept trying to get her to go to the hospital, but she decided to hold out and wait for her appointment with her doctor.
I couldn’t understand why she was purposefully prolonging her suffering. Continue reading ‘Belly ache: choosing between family doctor and strangers at the hospital’
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She's currently owned by three Great Danes named Silas, Eppie and Augustus Merriweather as well as two angry tabby cats, Bob and Polly. Her favorite album is anything by Radiohead.
I took Armand Z. Pogue, also known as Mini-Me, also known as Son-of-Mine, to the orthopedist yesterday for what we all hope will be the last time. You may recall that he wore full leg casts for a while to correct a case of clubfoot, which ultimately required surgery. It was a minor surgery, but of course, when you’re a parent of a seven-month old heading into the operating room, no surgery is “minor.” Continue reading ‘Trusting the doctors’
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Doctor Who than any American has a right to be, and his desk at Angie's List is guarded by (toy) robots.
When I was growing up, our family doctor was Dr. Patel. I could never understand a word he said, but my mom could — and that’s all that mattered.
If anyone in our family was really sick, Mom would call Dr. Patel’s office. Beverly, who was both the receptionist and the nurse, would answer the phone and schedule an appointment for us that same day. Continue reading ‘Searching for quality health care’
Mandy Miller is senior online editor for Angie's List publication department. When she's not focusing on the
magazine's website and other online offerings, she's tackling a mounting list of home improvements she thinks she can do herself. Plus, she really likes to ride her bike, play with her puppy, Boo Radley, and take naps.
Ever since I was hit by a car while delivering newspapers when I was 10 years old, I’ve been very mindful of my teeth. The car struck the back wheel of my Daisy Dirtbike, which launched me into the air. I ended up landing on my left knee and chin, breaking two of my newly formed front teeth. Countless dentist visits later, I had shiny new porcelain chompers (that I’ve broken out a few more times since, but those are stories for another time … ) Continue reading ‘I have a what?’
Mandy Miller is senior online editor for Angie's List publication department. When she's not focusing on the
magazine's website and other online offerings, she's tackling a mounting list of home improvements she thinks she can do herself. Plus, she really likes to ride her bike, play with her puppy, Boo Radley, and take naps.
I faced one of my biggest fears this week – I finally went to the dentist to have a couple cavities filled. There’s a good reason I’m scared of the tooth doctor, and it’s not the needles or drills that give me the heebie-jeebies. I’ve had too many bad experiences with several different dentists.
When one dentist filled a cavity for me a couple of years ago, my whole face swelled up like a balloon and my mouth became covered in sores. Continue reading ‘Drilling for a nerve’
Brittany is senior editor of national affairs for
Angie's List magazine. When she's not busy reporting for the magazine, she enjoys relaxing, bowling and watching movies.
