Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Tribute to Dr. Shelokov by The Ole Apothecary


I learned today that my scoliosis surgeon, Dr. Alexis Shelokov, passed away on Monday, a victim of an apparent heart attack, while riding his mountain bike in Telluride, CO. I am scarcely able to put into words what this man has meant to me, but a fellow evening-shift pharmacist, who blogs as The Ole Apothecary, did it very well:

A colleague of mine had her life remade by the skilled hands of a "psychiatrist with a scalpel," which is how Dr. Alexis Shelokov described himself. His supreme confidence in his abilities gave him leave to introduce himself thus, "Hi, I'm Alexis," exhibiting a humility many professionals seem to be unable or unwilling to show. As Director of the Baylor Scoliosis Center in Plano, Texas, he was, almost literally, the backbone of many patients' vastly improved conditions. My colleague is sitting beside me now, a gleam in her eye, many months after being transformed by the orthopedic-surgical talents of this man.
Why, then, was Alexis, only 55, taken from his family, friends, and patients this week by a heart attack?The moment he died, Alexis was doing what he loved, riding a challenging trail on his mountain bike in fabled, spectacular Telluride, Colorado. The Telluride Daily Planet (no, Clark Kent fans, I'm not making that name up) reported that his patients described him as "attentive, caring, compassionate, honest, and professional." So, perhaps it is metaphorically correct that his obituary ran in a paper called the Daily Planet. In character as well as in craftmanship, he was a medical Superman.

Although I never met Alexis, I mourn his loss. His brightness is reflected in the health of a member of my department and in the steadily good works he did. Why the good--even the great--have to die young remains an enigma.

Thank you, Alexis.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Lindsey's New Occupation

Niece Lindsey is about to graduate from massage therapy college, and has been practicing on her (very lucky) family. Her dad bought her a portable table and she has been making the rounds of family and friends to complete her needed hours of practice. When certified, she will have a room of her own at sister Jessica's and BIL Brody's hair/nail salon and western boutique Leather and Lace. Lindsey will be adding massage, facials, and pedicures to their range of services. Here's Lindsey at our house practicing on her uncle George. I was next. We were both very impressed-Lindsay works hard, but she has a natural gift as well. We love you, Linds, and wish you every success!

Monday, April 6, 2009

Cake in a Cup!

Ever wanted that fresh-baked, quick midnight snack? Or wanted to make just a little bit of a dessert, but not enought to keep around the house to tempt you to overeat until it's gone? Thanks to my friend Molly, now we can!

Presenting the 5 minute coffee mug microwave cake!

5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE
4 tablespoons flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 egg
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
A small splash of vanilla extract
1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)

Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well.
Add the egg and mix thoroughly.
Pour in the milk and oil and mix well..
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again. Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed!
Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.Then EAT!
(This can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).

And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world? Because now we are all only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time of the day or night.

**I haven't tried it yet, but you can bet it won't be long until I do. Enjoy, guys!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

New Buggs

I wanted to introduce the newest family members to my friends who are not on FaceBook (yes I do spend way too much time there!). Brisa is a little stray Chihuahua mix; the vet thinks she's 11 months old, and she's another Daddy's girl, since he rescued her from a dirty drainage ditch when she was freezing cold. Bella is our one and only ever "bought" dog. She is a 2 month old doxiepoo (daschund-poodle) from a very nice breeder in Little Rock. They are sweeties and already have become part of the pack.


I made all our dogs profiles on Dogster.com. Yes, I need a life. But if you care to see, here's how you get there:

Friday, February 20, 2009

So Very Neeeeedy!

I saw this as a note on my friend Janice's Facebook. You are supposed to go to Google, type your first name into the search box, followed by the word "needs", and then write down the first 10 results that you get. Being the time-wasting goofball that I am, I had to try it. Here is what happened when I typed “Tricia needs” into Google. Hilarious!

  • Tricia needs constant assistance to meet her personal care needs. (And I thought I had the whole bathing thing down pat!)
  • Tricia needs affection, stability and devotion, not charm and empty words. (Soooo true, although flattery will get you everywhere!)
  • Tricia needs major help. (Uhhhh...is this about the personal care thing again?!)
  • Tricia needs a rest from me. (Unless you are very rich and then I promise not to get tired of you!)
  • Tricia needs a captain with a ferry. (I do love a man with a boat.)
  • Tricia needs BCANS family. (No thank you, I have my own, and some days, they're more than I can handle.)
  • Tricia needs more prayers. (Absolutely. Always. Can't hurt.)
  • Tricia needs a transplant. (Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of just a face lift.)
  • Tricia needs a home. (Make that a NEW HOME in NEW BRAUNFELS and I'll take it!)
  • And my all time favorite…Tricia needs...uh...no, she's perfect. (As if!)

You try it, why don't you? Let me know what it is Google says you need. Maybe I have it!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Surprise Party!

Antigone, Audrey, and several other wonderful friends and family members surprised George and me with a 50th birthday party last night. They were soooo sneaky; we never suspected a thing. We thought we were invited to our grandson Carson's party, since he will turn one on January 19th, so we showed up with our arms filled with presents for him. We opened the gameroom door to a darkened room. Then, "Surprise!" everyone yelled, and we were momentarily blinded by all the camera flashes. It took me a minute to realize that these were OUR family and friends, and that all this was for us. Audrey flew in from New York and Eric, Sharon, Ashleigh, and Alexandra came from Corsicana. Antigone had food from Carino's for dinner and beautiful birthday cakes to share. We are amazed that the girls would do something like this for us; we love you very much. Thanks to everyone who came to celebrate with us-we treasure all of you, and can't wait to get you back, ummm, I mean, we can't wait to help you celebrate your 50th at some point in the future !

P.S. Pictures of the event are here on daughter Antigone's blog.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Ok, So, Today's My Day

A big "thanks, man!" to Parish Autry for forwarding Dave Barry's colonoscopy column:

Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the MiamiHerald.September 5, 2008

I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP MY BEHIND!'

I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies.I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.

The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything.And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet. After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep.

The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this is, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.

When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere.I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' has to be the least appropriate. You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me.'Ha ha,' I said.And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like. I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, Feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood.Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that it was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.

On the subject of Colonoscopies...Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:
  1. 'Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going where no man has gone before!
  2. 'Find Amelia Earhart yet'?
  3. 'Can you hear me NOW?'
  4. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'
  5. 'You know, in Arkansas , we're now legally married'.
  6. 'Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?'
  7. 'You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out...'
  8. 'Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!'
  9. 'If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!
  10. 'Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.'
  11. 'You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?'
  12. 'Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?'

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas =)

Downtown Houston, Dec. 1965

My little sis and I just loooooved the department store Santa-or maybe not! But we hope Santa is good to you this year. Merry Christmas and may God bless you richly in 2009.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Yet Another Reason To Look Forward To...

the big 5-0. George and I will celebrate this milestone birthday soon, so we decided to cram in (no pun intended) that very important screening colonoscopy before year's end and the start of new insurance deductibles. Also, a very dear friend has been fighting a brave battle with colon cancer this past year and he's not much older than we are. So we are motivated to eat the clear liquid diet for 24hrs, drink the entire gallon of prep solution, and yes, even do the whole 2-pack of enemas in the hopes that all is well at the end of the exam. And if not, then maybe a potentially deadly condition can be detected and treated early on. If you are turning 50, or know someone who is, remind that person in your life (or yourself) to sign up for a screening colonoscopy. Colon cancer if caught early is highly curable...certainly it's worth suffering these small indignities (and lots of joking going on here at our house) for peace of mind.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

10 Years-Where Have They Gone?

1998-2008
More wrinkles, less hair-what can you say? At least we got here together. Happy 10th anniversary to the best hubby under the sun. I am proud and honored to be your wife. =)