Christmas Aftermath - Spending Time With Jared

Jared was the last of our family to leave Lancaster. For a Christmas gift, he took me to get a pedicure the day before he left. Pretty cool gift! Most guys would shy away from a pedicure, but not my son! This was his 3rd pedicure. He's such a good sport!

After pampering ourselves, he helped me clear the house of all Christmas decorations, including hauling all the boxes up to the attic. That's a pretty big job. I'm sure Alan is glad he didn't have to do it this year. 

Jared even helped take down the outside Christmas lights.

He was so helpful! With my bad back, it would have been very difficult to do all that work without him. In my opinion, he is worth his weight in gold. Thanks, Jared!!!

Christmas Day - 2017

Another Christmas has come and gone. We were fortunate to have Eric's family, Ryan, and Jared here with us. Sadly, this was my first year to Celebrate Christmas without Cheryl.  She and Parker celebrated Christmas in Utah this year. Kyle's family couldn't come because Emily has been participating in a Christmas show again this year.

Here are some random pictures of Christmas day. I didn't take many pictures, unfortunately.

I guess the only picture I got of Ryan is his foot in this picture. Oops!

I think I need one of these under the tree next year!

Ethan got this special instrument from his parents that is a cross between a keyboard and an oboe. You have to blow into it while pushing the keys to make it work. It was quite entertaining. He and Ella played a duet of "Silent Night" for us.

Grandchildren Fun

I only have 5 grandchildren so far, but the ones I have are pretty darn special. Only Ethan, Ella, and Livi were here for Christmas. It was fun seeing them again. One look at Ella and I knew she had passed me in height. She has grown so much over the past few months since I last saw her.

She is only a little taller than me, but she IS taller than me.

Ethan put his favorite wig on and posed for the camera.

Livi and Ella dressed in their Sunday best for Church on Christmas Eve.

Eric & Nicole's Family

Maybe next year I will have all 5 of my grandchildren here. I can only hope! Even better than that is if we had a 6th grandchild join our family in 2018. That would be awesome!

Mistake Rectified!

Every year I donate a little bit of money for a newsletter I prescribe to called Meridian Magazine. Daily, I receive an e-mail from them with interesting topics - mostly church related. They are dependent upon donations of its readers, so I don't mind helping them out. 

This morning, I made a donation through PayPal and punched in $15.00. When the transaction went through, the confirmation e-mail said I had donated $1,500!!! What??? I immediately called the credit card company to let them know of the error, but they said there was nothing they could do about it and that I just had to contact the company I had donated to and ask for a refund. I couldn't find a phone # to call, but did send an e-mail to them notifying them of the error but didn't hear back.

Fortunately, while I was at the grocery store, the editor of the magazine called and left a message. He thanked me for my "generous" donation, but did ask if there was an error in the amount. I guess the large amount seemed a little suspicious. He said he would refund everything tonight except for the $15. What a relief!!! It is so nice to deal with honest companies. A less-than-honorable company might have given me a hard time. I love honesty. I am a true believer that honesty is the best policy.

Different Turkey Day

For Thanksgiving this year, we decided to go to Arizona to spend some time with Jared. Cheryl and Parker decided to join us, which was a lot of fun. We were a day ahead of C & P so on Tuesday, Alan and I were able to go to the Gilbert Temple. It is such a beautiful temple! My brother-in-law, Scott Bleak, was the main architect who designed it. It is almost identical to the Payson Temple. Both are simply stunning in their beauty, both inside and out.

(We need to practice taking selfies!)

After the temple, we went to visit some friends, the Thorsen's, who moved from California to AZ about a year and a half ago. She fed us lunch. She, also, gifted me with more Lladro that she didn't want - including a nativity!!! It is beautiful and I love it!

The next day, the five of us piled into our van and headed to northern AZ to see some sights for a few days. Some places we saw were Sedona: 

Red Rock State Park:

Antelope Canyon (a favorite spot of mine):

Grand Canyon:

Petrified Forest/Painted Desert:

The family who clicks together sticks together!

On Thanksgiving day, we went to Bearizona. This is a wildlife park with many different animals (wolves, bison, elk, deer, rams, goats, beaver, otters, etc.) and of course bear.

Since we were here on Thanksgiving day, I had to take a photo of this fortunate turkey who somehow avoided being on anyone's holiday table that day

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Rare white buffalo

This bear was taking a bath in the tub then...

 ...he did a back rub against a tree for the cameras!

We had a great trip to Arizona. The Gilbert Temple and Sedona had both been on my bucket list for a while, so it was nice to be able to check both of those items off. 

My Temple Miracle

In Proverbs 3:5-6 we read:

"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all thy ways acknowledge him, and He shall direct thy paths. (I'm pretty sure this was my mother's favorite scripture.) Yesterday I learned the importance of putting my trust in the Lord.

On Wednesdays I go to the temple. I am still our shift coordinator, which puts an extra burden on my shoulders to make sure that everything runs smoothly. Every week I feel like I am putting on a production and I hope that the actors show up, remember their parts, and are on time. Sometimes, however, things can happen that are out of my control.

Things started turning south right from the start of the day, which is 2:30 a.m. for me on Wednesdays. I always immediately check my messages when I wake up. Sadly, I noticed 3 messages from sisters on my shift that they couldn't make it for various reasons, but mostly because of fires and having to be evacuated.  Later, as I was revising the schedule to remove these 3 sisters before I had to hit the road, another sister called and said she was sick so neither she nor her sister (who doesn't drive) could come. I already had 5 sisters absent (no subs) and now 5 more were being added to that list, which made 10 total absences - a new record. Somehow, I was able to revise the schedule in record time (with the Lord's help) in order to leave on time with my carpool (only Adam today). I thought the worst part of the day was over. I was wrong. It was just getting started.

About 8 miles away from the exit to the temple on the 405 freeway, we saw smoke and the hill was lit up. We knew it was a fire. Other areas of California were burning as well. As we got closer, traffic was slow going south, and they had stopped traffic going the opposite way because of the fire. 

We could feel the heat and smell the smoke from the fire as we passed by it. Fortunately, we were able to make it to the temple...although we did arrive a little later than normal.

Each week at 5:45 I meet with my assistant coordinators for a brief planning meeting. The fire was a topic of discussion and we were wondering how the temple could even stay open because of the fire. The freeway was closed. How was anyone going to be able to get there?

I must admit, I was definitely the doubting Thomas among us. Besides the ten sisters who I knew would be absent, I was missing at least 7 other sisters who hadn't arrived yet when it came time for prayer meeting to start, and two of them were scheduled as followers on the first session. Panic was trying to overtake me, but Sister Merrill (the asst. matron) put her arm around me and assured me that everything would turn out ok. The Lord was in charge. I calmed down some and put my trust in the Lord. 

Miraculously, by the time prayer meeting was over, only two sisters hadn't shown up, but they both eventually arrived. The first session went on without a hitch, and all assigned areas were covered. To me, that was most certainly a miracle. 

Amazingly, the number of patrons on each session during our shift was normal or above normal. People were getting there somehow. Even a sweet sister who was coming to receive her own endowment arrived...a little late, but she was there, nonetheless, and it didn't hamper her getting her work done in plenty of time before the 9:15 session.

God is a God of miracles. He certainly wasn't sleeping on the job that day. What could have been a disastrous day turned out to be a testimony builder for me. As I sat at the desk in the coordinator's office and mentally ran through all of the little miracles that occurred so the work could go forth, I was very humbled. I had an impression in my mind that God was whispering to me. He said "This is my house and I am in control!"

I testify that it IS HIS house and yes, He is in control. I wouldn't want it any other way. I am embarrassed that I was such a Doubting Thomas in the beginning, but I have seen the light and I want to always go forward with faith, not fear. I want to trust in the Lord in all my ways and lean not unto my own understanding. I know He will direct my paths if I do, for I will always fall way short on my own. Lesson learned...again!

Answered Prayer

I have long had a testimony that God answers prayers. I have seen it many times in my life. I also believe that God doesn't always answer prayers when you want or how you want, but they are answered.

On a recent trip to Arizona for Thanksgiving, I asked Alan and Parker to give me a Priesthood blessing because of my many medical issues and stress. They were happy to do so. I was hoping and praying that my back problems could be cured. These problems have been holding me back from fully enjoying life for quite a while now. I wanted a cure so when Alan retires in a few years we would be able to go on a senior mission together. I want to continue serving in the temple, but it has been difficult of late because of my hip and back pain.

Years ago, I had Bell's Palsy when I was in my last trimester with Kyle. I was cured of that through a Priesthood blessing. I KNEW God healed me. There was absolutely no question in my mind that God blessed me with a cure. I was healed almost instantly instead of the long, almost imperceptible healing the doctor had predicted. This cure surely strengthened my testimony that God does know us. He knows our wants and our needs, and he wants to help us.

I know that God is aware of my back and hip problems. I know that he can instantly heal me from those issues like he did with my Bell's Palsy. However, He knows all. He knows things that I don't. He knows what trials will make me stronger, so He will do whatever is best for me...not necessarily what I want him to do. 

Although I wasn't healed miraculously after my recent Priesthood blessing, God still answered my prayer. Since those injections, I have been basically pain free...which is almost as good as a cure. I am able to do things around the house that caused much pain before (like cleaning toilets). I went Christmas shopping for 3 hours yesterday with no pain. Normally, I would have to quit after about an hour because of pain. I am so pleased with the results of the injections.

I know that these injections are temporary fixes for my aging body, but I am still grateful for any kind of relief.

God does answer prayers! God does know us and is involved in the minute details of our lives. These things I know are true!

UPDATE (1-5-18): Unfortunately, the injections only helped for a couple of weeks. I really appreciated those weeks with little or no pain. They were a true blessing. Although the injections didn't work as well for my back as they did for my hip, I am disappointed, but I'm not going to let that get me down. I am moving forward with no regrets. I am grateful for trials that make us strong. 

I don't know where to go from here for my back. I am now in as much pain as I always was. I am trying to decide whether to continue to manage the pain with medications, redo the steroid injections in a few months, or to opt for surgery. Dr. Misra said that the type of surgery I need would be very painful with a long, difficult recovery of about 16 weeks. He said he would fuse my spine and also put some kind of a plastic spacer between my vertebrae that are bone on bone. He said there is about an 85% chance that it would be beneficial in the long run. Hummm, not sure I want to go through Hell in hopes that the surgery is successful. I'm really going to have to ponder and pray about what to do. For now, I'm managing my pain with medications, but I hate taking medications. Quite the dilemma.

Dropping Sizes

Alan has worked hard at watching calories for the past few months and because of that, he has found success. He went from a 38" waist to a 34" waist.

Here are some before and after pictures wearing the same shirt and pants:

I think he looks great! I'm a little jealous of how easy it was for him to shed the weight. He must have a very high metabolism. He did it all through diet, not exercise. I have tried to follow his example of eating less, plus I exercise fairly regularly, but have only lost about 5 lbs. It doesn't seem fair, but that's the way the cookie crumbles, I guess. My metabolism stinks!

One reason he wanted to lose weight was to stop his mother from saying "when's the baby due" when she sees him. Haha! He reached 190 lbs. this morning - 5 lbs. below his goal, but he wants to keep going. Who knows what his final weight will be.

Alan, I'm very proud of you.  Now, get busy losing some for me!!!

Hurtful Statement

Yesterday I had to go to the Antelope Valley Hospital for a procedure on my back to inject a steroid into my spine. I was put under anesthesia even though the procedure took only about 5 minutes to complete. I was asked to arrive at the hospital at 11:15 a.m. I was told that I shouldn't be there more than about an hour and a half. Wrong! I was there over 4 hours. My friend, Carol, drove me there and back. She stayed with me the whole time. I felt very bad for her because it took so long. Anyway, once I got into a room where they prepped me for the procedure, I was asked many medical questions by the nurse and anesthesiologist. The male nurse, named Robert, asked me how tall I was and how much I weighed, so I told him. He looked me in the eye and told me that if I lost weight, my back wouldn't hurt any more. I couldn't believe he said that. My response: "So, will losing weight straighten out my scoliosis? Will losing weight put space between my discs where I am bone on bone? Will losing weight fix my bulging discs? Will losing weight remove my arthritis? Will losing weight guarantee no more pinched nerves or neuropathy in my feet?" He just looked down and didn't respond. I think he knew he had put his foot into his mouth. He didn't even have a clue as to what my back problems were when he made that statement, so that statement should never have been made. I agree, losing weight could maybe alleviate some of my pain, but it definitely won't cure my back. Nuff said!

On the bright side, he found a vein for my I.V. on the first try. He is definitely my hero in that respect.

(Disclaimer- Not my actual I.V.)

MRI on Hip and Back

 I recently underwent two MRI's - one on my right hip and another on my back. On Tuesday I received the results regarding my hip and today I received the results on my back. I will start with the hip first. I have a written copy of the results, but the medical terminology leaves me scratching my head, so I will try to sum it up using some of their terms and some of my own terms. In their words, I have "mild to moderate right hip arthrosis noting degenerative tearing of the anterior superior labrum, hypertrophy of the direct superior labrum and overall mild to moderate chondral loss." In my words, the arthritis in my hip has caused a tear in the labrum and that's what's been causing me so much pain along with narrowing of the space between the joint, but I'm not bone on bone yet so no hip replacement surgery is recommended at this time. I also have mild bilateral hamstring origin tendinosis. My treatment has been and will continue to be a cortisone injection about every 12 months unless that becomes ineffective. At that point, surgery to ream out the arthritis (with a 50-50 chance of it helping) may be an option. The injection I received the same day as my MRI has worked wonderfully. I am walking without much hip pain at all. I feel like a new woman in that regard. My back is another story.

I knew my back was bad, but until today, I didn't know how really bad it was. I will spare you all of the medical terminology on this one since there is so much. My Dr. said my back is a mess. I have to agree with him. Seeing pictures of the MRI brought things into focus for me. Besides the scoliosis, I have much arthritis, bulging discs, & degeneration of the spaces between the discs. I am basically bone on bone in some areas. No wonder I am in so much pain! The pinched nerves are the cause of a big portion of my pain. I also have neuropathy in both of my feet because of the pinched nerves. The Dr. said my treatment could range from doing nothing to undergoing surgery. His suggestion is something in between. My treatment, if the insurance company approves it, will be steroid injections (while sedated) into the spine. He will use an x-ray to direct him to the right spots for the injections. This doesn't sound like much fun, but neither does constant back pain. Hopefully these injections will help as much as the hip injection did. That would be so wonderful to be out of pain. Maybe I could resume mopping and vacuuming so Alan won't always have to do it for me. I'm pathetic!

Anyway, there you have it - the good, the bad, and the ugly. I really appreciate good days when pain is at a minimum. I hate pain pills even though my Dr. recommends that I take them. I don't like how they make me feel and I don't want to get dependent on them. Thankfully, my current pain pills are pretty mild.

I look like this at times!

No Wonder!

It is the beginning of the cold and flu season. Some years I get a pass, but not this year. I started getting sick a week ago...head congestion, then it went into my chest. 

Funny story -  last Saturday, not feeling well, I went to the medicine cabinet to take some Extra- Strength Tylenol for my head pain. Normally, I would take Ibuprofen, but couldn't take that because I was preparing for another endoscopy on Monday and it wasn't allowed. So I grabbed what I thought was the Extra-Strength Tylenol and took one pill. 

During the next few hours, I started feeling even worse. I didn't have any energy at all and my mind seemed like it was in a fog. I felt pretty lethargic. I even ended up falling asleep on the couch, which isn't a normal thing for me to do during the day, but rest is good when you are ill, right? After several hours with no energy, it dawned on me that I had accidentally taken a Tylenol PM pill by mistake. No wonder I was so tired all day!!! Duh! I'm going to be more careful on what I ingest from now on.

Corruption, Evil, and the Fate of America

So much corruption within our government has come to light recently. I am so saddened, angry, and frustrated by it. I've always known that there was corruption, but I think I had blinders on and just didn't want to see it. Admittedly, much of the corruption is being kept hidden from the general public on purpose so that these evil ones can continue in their corrupt ways.

Politically speaking, in our country, I believe that most of the corruption is within the Democratic Party, although Republicans aren't without blemish. I can't say how grateful I am that Hillary Clinton did not win the Presidential election one year ago. She is the most corrupt politician I know of...and frustratingly, she gets away with everything she does. The liberal media helps her out by hiding the truth and shielding her from being indicted and prosecuted. She should be behind bars. She and other Democrats feel like they are above the law and should be allowed to do anything they want to as long as it furthers their political cause. I don't believe a single word that comes out of her mouth. I don't think she even knows how to tell the truth.

Liberalism, I'm convinced, will be the downfall of this nation. Our country is already sliding down a slippery slope even though President Trump is doing everything in his power to undo the damage and correct the wrongs done by President Obama and his uber liberal administration during his 8-year presidency. 

I know that God had a hand in founding America. It is the Promised Land spoken of in The Book of Mormon. Columbus was prepared by God to discover this great land. It is the only country where people are protected by a constitution that allows so many freedoms. We are not governed by a dictatorship or a King. We are governed by those we vote into office. Unfortunately, many corrupt people have been voted into office.

There are warnings in the Book of Mormon for those who possess this land, meaning America. In Ether 2:9 it states:

"And now, we can behold the decrees of God concerning this land, that it is a land of promise; and whatsoever nation shall possess it shall serve God, or they shall be swept off when the fulness of his wrath shall come upon them. And the fulness of his wrath cometh upon them when they are ripened in iniquity."

I would say that our country is definitely ripened in iniquity, especially at the core - our government. There is a war against Christianity here and throughout the whole world. So sad to see! Our only hope as a nation is to turn our hearts back to God, but that's not happening!

Many modern-day prophets have prophesied about the volatility of the Constitution in the last days, but that the righteous people will be able to sustain it before it collapses.

Brigham Young (2nd President of the Church) said:

"Will the Constitution be destroyed? No. It will be held inviolate by this people." 

Joseph Smith (1st President of the Church) said:

"The time will come when the destiny of this nation will hang upon a single thread. At that critical juncture, this people will step forth and save it from the threatened destruction. It will be so."

John Taylor (3rd President of the Church) said:

"When the people shall have torn to shreds the Constitution of the United States, the elders of Israel will be found holding it up to the nations of the earth, and proclaiming liberty and equal rights to all men, and extending the hand of fellowship to the oppressed of all nations."

One final quote from George Q. Cannon (Former member of the First Presidency) said:

"The day will come when the Constitution and free government under it will be sustained and preserved by this people."

Those who are liberals and progressives today would like to do away with the Constitution completely because it holds them back from totally taking over the country. Tyranny would rule without the Constitution and we don't want that.

 Without the Constitution, we would no longer have the freedoms that we enjoy today. The people would be oppressed and only the elite would prosper. Many countries are already living like that today. I don't want that for my country. I like the freedoms that we currently have. I like being able to worship whomever and wherever I want. I like being able to have a voice and a vote and the right to bear arms. Take these away and what do we have? We have nothing to live for.

The gulf between good and evil is getting wider and wider with each passing year. The fight with Satan that began in our pre-earthly existence has continued in this life and will continue until Christ comes again. Satan may have power now, but eventually he will be brought to his knees. The righteous will inherit the earth. I plan to stay on the Lord's side because I know that he is the one who will conquer in the end. I can't wait for the day when all of the unrighteous people will be swept off the earth, Satan will be bound, and Christ will rule and reign on the earth once again. It can't come soon enough for me. I despise corruption and evil!!!

"When He Comes Again"

As a child attending Primary at Church, I fell in love with the song "When He Comes Again." The lyrics are simple, but profound. They question what could (or will) happen when Jesus comes to the earth for a 2nd time. This song is very comforting and gives me hope and something to look forward to in the future, for I KNOW that Christ WILL come again. I just don't know when. However, I do hope that I will be around for that special event.

These are the lyrics:

I wonder, when he comes again,

Will herald angels sing?

Will earth be white with drifted snow,

Or will the world know spring?

I wonder if one star will shine 

Far brighter than the rest;

Will daylight stay the whole night through?

Will songbirds leave their nests?

I'm sure he'll call his little ones

Together 'round his knee,

Because he said in days gone by

"Suffer them to come to me"

I wonder, when he comes again,

Will I be ready there

To look upon his loving face

And join with him in prayer?

Each day I'll try to do his will

And let my light so shine

That others seeing me may seek

For greater light divine.

Then, when that blessed day is here,

He'll love me and he'll say,

"You've served me well, my little child;

Come unto my arms to stay."

© 1952 by Mirla Greenwood Thayne, Provo, Utah. Renewed 1980. 

Whenever I feel stressed or need a song to calm my troubled heart, I sing this song in my head. It was also my go-to song when I would sing to all five of my infant children in the middle of the night when they were having trouble falling asleep.

Four days ago, I had to get an MRI with contrast on my right hip. With the aid of an ultrasound or x-ray machine (not sure which), the radiologist injected the dye through my groin into my hip joint. He also injected a steroid to help ease the pain I have been experiencing for a few weeks. This injection was VERY painful! I had the same injection (minus the contrast) last February, but don't remember it being quite a painful as it was this time.  I couldn't walk or even lift my leg with out excruciating pain afterwards. They had to provide me with a wheelchair to get me from the treatment room to where I was to have the MRI. 

This was my first MRI, so I was quite nervous about it. Fortunately, as I lay there on the table for the 25-minute procedure, I had my calming "go-to-song" at my disposal. I repeatedly sang "I Wonder, When He Comes Again" in my head while the MRI machine noisily thumped and pounded away. 

I had a second MRI the next day on my back and once again used that song to calm myself and to help me endure that 45 min. procedure. It really did the job for me. I was so relaxed that I think I even dozed off a time or two.

At the beginning of the 2nd verse, it says "I wonder, when he comes again, will I be ready there..."  I ask myself that question all of the time. Am I prepared for the day when Christ will come in clouds of glory to once again rule and reign over the earth? I hope I am. I'm trying to do my best so that I can be worthy of that great blessing....and what a great blessing it will be!

Human Pin Cushion

My veins are hard to find, (whether to draw blood or to insert an I.V.), especially when I am dehydrated. Up until this week, the record number of tries was 4. The new record is 5. I had to have a colonoscopy and an endoscopy three days ago. Since I was going to undergo general anesthesia to do the procedures, I had to have an I.V. Just before the nurse was going to begin, I said "good luck finding a vein". I'm sure she was thinking..."I've done this a thousand times. This is going to be a piece of cake." 

First attempt - part-way up my right forearm. She found the vein, but when she went to advance the tube, it blew the vein.

Second attempt - in my right wrist below the thumb. Again, she found the vein, but the same thing happened.

By this time she was gun shy so she went and got someone else to give it a try. 

This new nurse happened to be Ana - the nurse who checked me out when I first arrived. 

Third attempt - in my right hand. She, too, struck out. She found the vein, but once again, when she tried to advance the tube, it blew the vein.  

I look like a battered wife with all of these bruises on my hands and arm!

After Ana failed to complete the task, she got gun shy as well and went to find Joshua who must be the best vein finder in the building. They didn't want me to have to go through any more painful pokes.

Dehydration makes the veins shrink and I hadn't had anything to drink since midnight the night before. To compound that problem, my hands were cold. My hands and feet are almost always cold, so that wasn't new, but that can also make the veins shrink. Double strike against me.

In comes Joshua ready and willing to give it a try. He decides to go for my left hand. He puts the rubber tourniquet around my arm, has me pump my hand a few times to try to encourage my veins to show up to the party. Since my hands were so cold, he was tempted to bring in a hot compress, but decided against it. 

Fourth attempt - David inserts the needle, finds the vein, but again blew a vein for the 4th time. He apologizes and says "I'm usually a one-and-done guy." That didn't help much, but I felt sorry for these nurses and I kept apologizing and they kept apologizing. None of us were happy with the situation.

Fifth attempt - Joshua decides to try one more time. He said if he can't find a vein, they will have the anesthesiologist do it. Joshua poked again in the left hand right next to his first attempt. Finally, this time we were met with success. I was so relieved...and so was he!!!

I had a little bruising from these last two attempts, but not nearly as bad as my right hand and arm. It would be easier to see if my age spots disappeared, but you can see the poke hole a couple of inches below my middle and pointer fingers.

Evidently, according to the nurse who removed my I.V., I have thin skin.  That's probably the only thin thing on my body.  Haha!

Like most people who have had a colonoscopy, I hate them!!! I wish I never had to have another one ever again, but they can be lifesaving. A few polyps were found and removed and sent for biopsy. I will get the lab results in about a week. Hopefully they are benign. I have to repeat the endoscopy in one month. Not sure why.

This is a funny side-note:

As I checked in at the front desk when I first arrived, the woman checking me in asked if I had prepped the night before. I said, "Yes. That would be an awful trick on the doctor if I hadn't." She answered back: "We've had some patients show up for the procedure without prepping first, so we have to ask."  Now that's a "dirty" trick on the doctor for sure! I wouldn't want his job!!!