Showing posts with label utah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label utah. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

My Brain Is Normal Again

This is, incidentally, someone else's brain.


I'm starting to feel almost alive again,  and my doctors are beginning to relax a bit. I had an MRI today. The inside of my head supposedly looks pretty much the way it should look. I initially had a slight bleed, which is why I've done almost nothing for the past twelve days, but it appears that my head has mended. I'm not supposed to engage in contact sports, bunjee jumping, or anything else similarly jarring or hazardous, but normal day-to-day activities are acceptable. The deep tissue bruise around my thigh is more of a concern to my doctor now than is my head. Deep though the bruise may be, it's still just a bruise,  and it will go away. I wouldn't be allowed to snowboard or ski, but since I can't anyway because I don't want to mess with my ability to play the violin for my senior violin recital in February, it's not that big of a deal.

I'm flying to northern Idaho with my family in six days. I'll return the day after Christmas. On December 30 I'm traveling by car to Utah with my pseudorelatives and my friend Alyssa. Alyssa sustained a moderately severe injury in a soccer class at her college, and she can't ski or snowboard, either, so the two of us can commiserate together. We'll return home on December 5.

Tomorrow night i will take my violin to Pseudouncle scott's house and run through my recital music with him. One pice is a solo piece, and another is violin and guitar, but all other pieces involved piano accompaniment.

I'm allowed to drive again beginning tomorrow. I'm not sure where I'll drive, but since I have a brand new car that I have not yet driven, I will take a trip somewhere.

I may earn a bit of money as a paralegal for partof a homicide trial. My psuedoaunt is second-chairing it, but she's been singing my praises to her boss, who's the lead attorney on the case, and he said the office will spring for my pay for a few days of work during jury selections.  The jury pool is large, and they could probably use an extra pair of hands to keep track of all the papers they havbe to handle in seating a jury for a case of such magnitude.


Monday, July 16, 2012

Update: Latest In the Status of the Irreparably Shattered Eternal Marriage

I blogged recently about the rocky state of my cousin's marriage. This particular cousin -- a very recently returned missionary --  had married an eighteen-year-old "woman" for time and all eternity. And, speaking of eternal marriages, if a woman isn't old enough to purchase 3.2 beer legally, why in the world would any sane religion allow her to make a decision to unite with anyone for time and all eternity in one of its temples?

My own immediate family was not invited to the wedding. We couldn't have gone, anyway, since it took place inside one of he Holy Temples of the Lord (in Manti, Utah, of all places) but we weren't even invited to the reception. I wouldn't have attended even had I been  invited because of the likely presence of an aunt and uncle I wish never to see again, but my parents would have made a token appearance. My parents received an announcement someone made up on his computer retroactively (my new buzzword; Thanks, Willard!) because my parents are always good for a monetary gift.

Anyway, the bride's maiden name is a common one in Utah, so my dad didn't really think twice about it, but he eventually learned that the bride's father was his former missionary companion in South America many years ago. The former missionary companion  --  the bride's father -- was a relatively lucid and decent individual as my father remembered him, so Dad decided to go against his principles of staying the hell out of the family's perpetual dirty laundry factory. He said he owed it to the eighteen-year-old who didn't know any better and had gotten herself into a situation way over her head. He called her father yesterday.

The first part of my dad's call to The Father of the Bride was spent rehashing The Good Old Days. At some point the purpose of the call was revealed. The man told my dad that he hadn't wanted his daughter to get married to my cousin to the extent that he had refused to pay for any of it. His rationale was that he would ultimately need the money he might spend on the wedding to pay for the dissolution. The man ended up being more of a prophet than any one of those Living Dead Geriatrocities in Salt Lake city has ever been.

The groom's family has been calling in favors in trying to convince the bride to reconcile with her Peter Priesthood husband. They even came up with the money for the couple to have cable (the bride's choice - the husband wanted Direct TV; isn't it sweet that he was willing to give in on such an important issue?) AND
a TV. The bride was almost convinced to give the nine-day-old eternal  marriage another go until her father reminded her that The Toilet Paper Conflict had yet to be resolved.

My dad told his former missionary companion that he should treat the situation as though his daughter were Katie Holmes trying to escape the Scientological clutches of Tom Cruise. They should run, not walk, to the nearest court and they should seek restraining orders while waiting for the annulment to take effect, because the particular branch of the family is bat-shit crazy.

to be continued, obviously




Sunday, June 3, 2012

Tripping

I'm leaving bright and early tomorrow to catch a plane to Utah with Jared's family for his graduation. We'll stay three nights, then head back to California on Thursday. Jared graduates on Tuesday night. He's allowed to bring one guest to his grad night festivities, so I'll be his designated guest. That gives me one last opportunity to corrupt his Utah peers with my wicked California ways. I'm saying that facetiously; I'm actually less wild than are most of Jared's classmates.

Uncle Michael and my cousin are in the city of the mission headquarters. Uncle Michael told my dad that my cousin looks terrible and that he [Uncle Michael] was tempted to take my cousin to a hospital but he really thinks the best thing would be to get my cousin back to the states and then seek medical care for him.

Rebecca asked what might be wrong with my cousin. The most likely diagnoses are parasitic or bacterial infection, which might include giardia, staphylococcus, e coli, dysentery, cholera, or God only knows how many other things, such as Celiac Disease, Crohn's Disease  or ulcerative colitis. My bet would be on a bacterial or parasitic explanation because of his location, but we can't really be certain. I'll hope it's something with a relatively quick fix. My Uncle Steve knows of people who have been ill for several years after serving missions in third-world conditions.

After his graduation, Jared will come to California. He'll attend the same university I'll attend next year. He hasn't made any decision as to whether or not he will serve an LDS mission. It's a really important decision with long-term consequences, and he must make the decision totally on his own. I do not wish to influence his decision-making process in any way.

When I next blog, I will be in the Great State of Utah.

Ad astra per alas porci.


Monday, August 15, 2011

Does living in Utah Cause ADD/ADHD?

Several of my cousins on my dad's side have been diagnosed with Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. In the previous generation, on my dad's side at least, none of their parents had similar dignoses. From what my mom has learned just through talking to her brothers- and sisters-in-law, my dads' siblings' spouses didn't, for the most part, have the condition in their families, either. The fact that the disorder didn't exist or at least wasn't diagnosed in the previous generation doesn't make it impossible that the diagnoses in my first cousins are legitimate.

One thing that is interesting to me is that every single case of ADHD that has been diagnosed in my family was diagnosed, and medication was prescribed, when the family was living in Utah. My dad's family is large enough (he's one of ten children surviving to adulthood; my dad and my Uncle Steve each had two children surviving past infancy, but the other siblings produced a minimum of five children each, with the mean of offspring, when my dad and Uncle Steve are excluded, being over eight children. So even though it's only one family, it's a large enough sampling to make at least a few generalizations.

Six of my father's nine siblings live in Utah. Of the forty-four of my first cousins on my father's side who have lived in Utah, twenty-four are male. Of those twenty-four male cousins, fourteen were diagnosed with and medicated for ADHD. This ADHD-diagnosed population of male cousins equals 66.5 % of all male cousins who have lived in The Beehive State. The disgnoses in every case occurred no later than during the child's kindergarten year of school, with almost half occurring prior to kindergarten entrance. My mom thinks it's statistically significant that nearly all of these boys with ADHD diagnoses have birthdays no more than two months prior to the cut-off date for kindergarten entrance, and in each case the parents opted to start the boys in kindergarten rather than holding them out an additional year, which many educated parents will do when their children, particularly boys, are born near the kindergarten cut-off date.

Medicating a child with Ritalin (or similar drugs frequently prescribed for children with ADHD, i.e. Concerta or Adderal) is not the equivalient to giving him arsenic. Still, controversy is associated with the practice.

In some cases, medications to control ADHD are cleaarly indicated. If a child's hyperactivity, inattentiveness, distractibility, or impulsivity is making him a danger to himself or others, or his behavior is interfering with the education of either himself or his classmates, medication for the child is ethically and morally imperative. In less blatant cases, which correctly depicts all of the diagnosed cases of ADHD in my family, the prescribing of medications is arguably less imperative.

If I were on better terms with these relatives, I would give you more information on how the diagnoses were reached. Even without documented information in each case, I can state just from anecdotal information that
neighbors and fellow church members have suggested to my aunts and uncles that their lives might be made easier by taking their sons to particular pediatricians or family practitioners who were or are known to freely prescribe the common medications used to treat ADHD.

Again, it's not as though these boys were given poison. Still, some of them were given powerful medications that they did not need. My parents don't like to give my even acetaminophen or ibuprofen unless I really need it. It's impossible to state unequivocally that no harmful effects whatsoever have occurred through the ingestion of these medications.

Statistically speaking, probably at least one or two of the ADHD diagnoses were bona fide. A lot more, however, were borderline at best. My mother feels that they occurred in my family's case as a result of large families with parents lacking the coping skills to deal with boys who have difficulty not annoying parents and other adults in the confined settings of home during harsh winters and church during three-hour marathon sessions. The condition is exacerbated, my mom believes, by too much time spent watching television and playing video games from early ages.

Obvsiouly ADHD is very real, and if a child is truly suffering from it, medication should not be withheld. Equally obvious to me, however, is that ADHD is sometimes diagnosed with medication prescribed when the condition could be managed by more appropriately spent leisure time and better parenting strategies. My mother, whio is a licensed clinical psychologist, once said that there have been many times when she has observed the dynamics of a family in the waiting room of an office. In some of these cases, she has said, she would have loved to be able to approcah the parents and say something to the effect of, "I've seen a whole lot of children with their parents, and in your case, the problem is not your child; it's you!"

Information I received from one of my readers indicated that today was the court date of Jessica Beagley from Dr. Phil's show, of hot sauce fame, for her charge of child abuse. I'll have to see if any information was released. This isn't entirely pertinent, as she doesn't live in Utah, but I wonder if any of Sister Beagley's children, biological or otherwise, have been diagnosed with ADHD and are taking Ritalin or similar medications.