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Dialysis Discussion => Dialysis: Pre-Dialysis => Topic started by: MooseMom on March 30, 2012, 09:42:45 PM
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Here are two really stupid things that happened to me today.
1. Since my neph wants me to be listed in Madison as well as at Rush, and since I'm on an HMO, I need a referral for the pre-transplant eval. I got the referral, but it expired before Madison had an opening for me. So, I had to get a new referral extending the old referral. I discussed this with the neph's nurse last week at my appt, and I told her that since my appt at Madison was on 23 May, I'd need the referral to be valid on that date.
So today, I got my new referral. Great, I thought! One less thing I have to chase up on. I noticed that they had highlighted in orange the new referral expiration date....and it expires the DAY BEFORE MY APPOINTMENT! Yes, that's right...it expires on 22 May.
How stupid is that?
2. I should never let my husband do the grocery shopping. Sometimes on the way home, he'll stop by the store and pick up crap that he likes and knows I won't buy for him. So tonight, he comes home, triumphantly, with a frozen turkey that was dirt cheap. I don't want to know why it was dirt cheap. But he was so proud because he specifically looked to make sure it contained no preservatives or other things he thought I couldn't consume. He knows I can't have processed meats. But right there on the label, it said "Sodium PHOSPHATE'"...like so much poultry on the market, it had been injected with a salt solution for tenderness. And the damn thing is enormous. And I can't eat it. And that means he's going to have to eat so much turkey that he's gonna start gobbling. Bottom line is that after all of these years, he still hasn't wrapped his head around phosphates and crap kidneys.
How stupid is that?
:P ::)
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Most meats contain phosphates. The point of it is to get the better ratio of protein to phosphate. Some food contains more phosphate than protein which would be something you wouldnt want to eat because its gonna build up your phosphate level.
The body needs protein to live/grow/heal, so food like scrambled eggs with extra egg white would be something good because its low in phosphates and high in protein.
As far as the turkey, I eat turkey sandwiches a lot of the days of the week and take my phosphate binder with the meal. My labs are in the normal zone on phosphates.
Here is a good read I found on protein/phosphate management
http://ijkd.org/index.php/ijkd/article/viewFile/345/176
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Nice info Jack :thumbup; ANd dang!!!!!!!!! MM, what a full on hastle !! I get so worn out trying to keep things up and up and up to date, and ordered and straightend out that i have no idea where i'd be if i was the one ill as well. (well, im sorta ill,, worn out kinda ill ya know) I feel ya! and hope you can set it all straight, and have a turkey sand for lunch ::) Oh the lives we live :flower;
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Yeah, I 'd make him eat turkey for a month. Turkey, Turkey Sanwitches, Turkey mixed in Stove Top dressing, Turkey soup.....
:rofl;
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On the postive side, at least he tried. I guess if he has a smartphone, download an app or have a permanent text message, email that list what to avoid.
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That's terrible about the dates!!! It's amazing isn't it? How so many people are working in helping us reach our goals, and they do something like that and it just sets us back again! :( Glad you caught it though! And OMG, I thought for sure you were going to say that your husband got an expired turkey too! LOL :rofl;
I do all the grocery shopping, but my boyfriend has his shelves and I have mine so we don't eat the same things...but he's normally pretty good about eating what I do.
Good luck and I hope things get worked out...without the stupidity :cuddle;
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Oh, I'm sure I'm too late for this advice, but I would have totally delivered that turkey to a food bank.
I have my own stupid turkey story, but it's mostly my fault. I was looking at the circulars from the grocery across the street from us some 10 years ago, and they were advertising turkey for 19 cents a pound. This was right before Thanksgiving and we had really not prepared to do much of anything - we had a new baby, I am vegetarian, and my husband is British, so we really had no business getting involved. However, I saw this advert and just happened to mention 'wow, that must be some horrible turkey' to which Gwyn responded 'I'd eat it!'
Because the place was so close that I could skip the usual 'prepping the baby to go out of the house' palaver, I wandered over there and bought the smallest turkey I could find. Gwyn did indeed eat it, as did the cat, but just those two. When the cat recoils from it, you know it's gone off, so he was a useful freshness-meter. I don't remember how much of it the pair of them got through, but I learned to keep my mouth shut about food sales. Gwyn cannot resist them.
Now the referral, that's just plain madness....
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Oh, I'm sure I'm too late for this advice, but I would have totally delivered that turkey to a food bank.
I thought about doing that, but my husband was just so PROUD that he had found this turkey that didn't have any hormones or preservatives. In his mind, that means it is safe for me to eat. That's a logical assumption except for the fact that he has been hearing me banging on for seven years about phosphates popping up where you least expect them and how I have to ALWAYS READ THE LABEL. He didn't READ THE LABEL! When I showed it to him, his face just feel, and I felt so bad that I started jabbering about how I could use a little bit of it and make some sort of Coronation Turkey affair.
Not only that, but the damned thing was frozen, so I let it thaw in the fridge for 2 days and told him that it was now in his capable hands. Unbeknowst to me, after 2 days, it still had not thawed completely, so he put it in the sink for several hours to let it thaw at room temp. They had put the neckbone in the cavity, and THAT was just a block of ice, and he told me later that he had thawed the cavity with hot water. These revelations came after we had taken the first bites of this damned bird, and I could just visualize the bacteria having a big party in my tummy. ::)
But I am today alive and relatively well, so I guess I survived the turkey ordeal.
As for the referral, can you imagine the explosion that would have occurred if I had arrived at UW on the 23rd at 8 AM, only to be told that my referral had expired the day before? It just goes to show that you have to keep an eye on EVERYTHING because you never know which small error is going to really screw you over.
Your turkey story made me laugh. I can imagine Gwyn eating that sad little turkey, caring little about the Pilgrims. LOL!
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Sooooo Turkey for IHD meet at your house MooseMom?
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Sooooo Turkey for IHD meet at your house MooseMom?
You'd better hope not!
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Us men are getting killed here. I've gotta call a Men-United meeting. And MosseMom, tell us about the time you baked that turkey with the giblets still inside. Huh, tell us, tell us!!!
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Us men are getting killed here. I've gotta call a Men-United meeting. And MosseMom, tell us about the time you baked that turkey with the giblets still inside. Huh, tell us, tell us!!!
I've actually never done that, but I do have a small confession to make. I had not roasted a holiday turkey EVER until about 7 years ago. I lived in England for most of my adult life, and as they don't celebrate T-giving, I got out of that particular chore for decades! LOL! My now husband insists that turkey roasting is HIS job, so I just let him get on with it. :P
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Shhhhhsh. The women are not supposed to learn that secretly all of us men are Klaus Von Bulow imitators.
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I know you all have lost sleep waiting for an update about Stupid Day... ::)
Last night we had turkey and cranberry sauce sandwiches. I bought a lovely baguette for the job, and it was actually all rather edible. I've still got a lot of turkey left, and I don't know if I can face more of it, but tonight I'll probably make some rice and serve the turkey and gravy over it. I'll roast green beans for me. My husband eats only beige food, so I don't have to worry about making veg for him.
I got my nifty neato new referral yesterday!!! I read through the whole thing and realized that referrals are good up to 90 days after the issue date. The issue date was 3/22 which meant that the referral should be good to 6/22. I realized that what had happened on the screwed up referral was that they made it good for only 60 days, ie 5/22 instead of 6/22. Someone apparently added 3 and 3 and got five. Or else it was a typo. Anyway, that problem is solved, so I'm good to go.
At the moment I'm waiting for the plumber to come and fix a pipe connection under the kitchen that came loose....that's another stupid story, and a messy one at that.
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This thread gave me a good laugh.
And my very favorite sandwich is turkey and cranberry with a little bread dressing for good measure. My holiday season is not complete without that treat!
I'm glad the referral is worked out. ONWARD!!!!!!
Aleta
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I had not roasted a holiday turkey EVER until about 7 years ago. I lived in England for most of my adult life, and as they don't celebrate T-giving, I got out of that particular chore for decades! LOL!
But what did you eat at Christmas whilst living in England?! ???
I'm glad the bacteria didn't have too big a party in your tummy.
;D
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Poppy, my in-laws lived just down the road, and my MIL did all of the Christmas cooking! But most Christmases were spent in Texas with my family, and my mom did the cooking while I tried to overcome major jet lag.
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Us men are getting killed here. I've gotta call a Men-United meeting. And MosseMom, tell us about the time you baked that turkey with the giblets still inside. Huh, tell us, tell us!!!
Um... I've done that. My very first turkey. Hey, I was 18 and had never cooked before, how the hell was I supposed to know?
It's still not as embarrassing as learning that underwear goes on OVER the garters, not under. I guess some things you just have to learn the hard way.
That was a damn good turkey, though, giblets and all.
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When my Mom and Dad were newly weds, Mom went to the market and bought a small chicken. She very carefully took off all the feathers and baked it and presented it with a flourish to Daddy. He told her how lovely it was and then asked her what she stuffed it with and she said, oh, I didnt have to stuff it, it wasnt empty!!!! Think about this, I am now 73 and this was when she was about 25, so maybe that was 80 years or so ago when they killed the chickens for the city folks, but nothing else.
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Jean that's priceless :2thumbsup; :2thumbsup;