Monday, August 24

It's 10:59 p.m., Monday, August 24. In exactly one hour and one minute, I will be 47 years old. I was born with all hands on 12:00 midnight; even the second hand. Weird, eh? I used to think it made me a witch or some such thing. When I was little, I used to wait up until midnight of the 24th and then run into my parents bedroom and yell, "Happy Birthday to me!" and then run back to my bedroom (okay, more like scoot across the hall to my bedroom) and go to sleep.

I have to say that I have been very stressed out about something that I found out about, yesterday. It seems that some of my personal health information was released to a family member, without my knowledge or consent. I was annoyed with the family member, and apologies are all great but right now..., but I am absolutely furious that my HIPAA rights were violated and that someone at the hospital thought it would be okay for them to release my personal information. How many ways can we say, "WRONG!!!"

This whole ordeal is intensely personal. I feel comfortable discussing things with David, and with my mom and my cousin Terri, but that's it as far as non-medical professionals. (Okay, so David is an LPN, but you know what I mean.) Two very dear family friends that David works with are RNs (Ellen, can we adopt you?!) I know my other family members...aunts, uncles, and other cousins, and in-laws are concerned, too...but I just do not feel comfortable talking about it with them. One of the main reasons I started writing about everything is so that I wouldn't have to actually talk about it to people I wouldn't necessarily discuss things with in person.

Bah...and on that less than happy note (note to self...find your happy thought...My Aunties!...and go to your happy place), it's time to sign off and get some sleep. Twenty-four minutes until my birthday, and 6 hours and 24 minutes until David and I need to be on the road. I have an MRI scheduled for 7:30 a.m. Yay. And, oh yea! Happy Birthday to me! hahahaha Blessings!