A New Day! A New Way!

No, this isn't my pool. This was my dream pool until I found out how much it cost..LOL! I really had no idea, because the only other home I've lived in since moving to Florida had a pool, hot tub, the works. And all was included in the price of the home/property.

This pool, on the left was $285.000.00. And I couldn't/wouldn't have had this one as my choice due to the concrete. It's too cold. I like wood. Everywhere. Wood.

So, I went hunting and found a contractor that delivered my pool according to my lil' homemade blueprint. It took long enough and by the time it was done it was too cold to swim. eeeek!

But I got exactly what I wanted, down to the shape of the deck and a privacy fence AND located at the back of my property where I have a little walk to get to it, and it's so quiet and pretty down there.
Since this picture, I've had the deck stained/watersealed in oil, twice. The wood is darker and warmer. And I've added palms everywhere. I'm also adding a waterfall this summer with the boulders around the hot tub.

On the other side the deck is 16ft by 120ft and that's where the cabana is. That is very tropical, but still needs finishing touches. When I get it done, I'll share the pics of my favorite get-a-way!!!

When I have my first pool party...you're all invited!!!

Officially back to work and have a lot of catch-up to play, since being 'down' since last Friday afternoon.
I was on Opera a little last night but was knocked off so much, I just got disgusted and shut down.
That man with the headband again.."We're fixing it, go visit our home page while you're waiting."

MATTHEW.....I DID see your post BEFORE I went to the dentist. I had signed on for a little distraction and got more than I bargained for..hehe!!
It was all in fun, because I know you would never write something that could cause a person to go...
OVER THE EDGE!!!!!!! LOL

Seriously, I was tortured in a dentist chair some time back, It was an awful experience. A well known, respected, maxiofacial surgeon, with more degrees than his walls could hold, introduced me to torture.

I was given an IV drip, but with only Lactated Ringers, as was discovered later. I was having a molar extracted/pulled and had previously paid &1700.00 for the procedure, which was supposed to include the extraction, anesthesia and after care.

I felt nothing, as in, not being relaxed a little, nothing! He also did not give me novocaine to numb the area. And when I saw him starting to go for my mouth, I firmly said, STOP!

I was then restrained, hands first and later, feet.

I told him, do not pull/yank because I can feel everything. He replied...
"You'll Be Just Fine"!!!!
Then I felt a contraption being forced into my mouth and I was now unable to close it.


I tried to get up, but of course there was a steel wall with TOOLS jammed up against my neck, and when I tried to push it aside, someone, (and I didn't see who it was because they (?) threw a white sheet over my face) placed a mask on my face and put pressure on my forehead. I assumed it was 'gas' and when I tried to remove it, of course the restaints prevented me from doing so.

Now, I knew there were '3' people in this room, but never hearing a word spoken, except from Dr. Evil, and then, just a 'couple one-liners'!

This 'MONSTER' proceeded to yank out my back bottom molar, all the while listening to the, crunch, crunch, crunch, and trying to free my hands so I can choke the LIFE OUT OF HIM!!!!!
I even tried to 'kick' him, trying to pull my legs up, but of course I couldn't.
The pain was unbearable. Just terrifying.

After 15-20 minutes, which seemed/felt like hours, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

I felt the restraints being loosened on my hands, and my legs were now free, also.

Another door, slammed. Whoever was left in there with me, was now gone.

I got up from the chair, grabbed my purse and proceeded down the hallway to find Dr. Evil so I could 'thank him, properly'!?!?!?!?

The office was empty except for a receptionist, who knew nothing of anyone's whereabouts.

I called out for my sister, who came with me, as I was supposed to be put under and I would have needed a driver. She ran to me, saw my mouth, my face and screamed out for the Dentist. And by this time, everything was a blur and I was not able to see my way down the hall to follow my sister because they had rubbed something over my eyes and they were burning and swollen.???

My sister called the police to explain, in short, that a crime had been committed and they met us to take my statement.

The officer called the paramedics and I was brought to the ER for treatment.

When Dr. Evil was questioned, he told the officer, officerS by this time, that I was given an anesthetic, was very comfortable and that all went well. The officer looked at him and asked."Doc, have you seen your patients face, because it looks like she was in a bar room brawl!!!

(I didn't even have gauze in my mouth afterwards and the blood was pouring everywhere, until the paramedics came.)

He refused to answer anymore questions without an attorney present. Mine (attorney) showed up in the ER and we went from there.

There was no mediation, no lawyers bickering back and forth...the judge who heard the charges from the District Attorney found sufficient evidence for this matter to go to trial. It was now considered...CRIMINAL!

Months passed and the trial began. By this time I was physically healed, but still emotionally traumatized.

The Judge and the jurors were not only appalled when viewing the photos of my face, neck, wrists and ankles, some became physically ill and others were openly sobbing.

Dr. Evil's attorney tried to plea bargain the case out, claiming he was under extreme pressure to lose his liscene (GO FIGURE????) and even the ole..'temporary insanity' plea.

It was a No Go. He was found guilty on numerous charges ranging from criminal negligence to obstructing justice...not to mention, blatantly lying under oath.

I didn't ask for money, although I was offered a settlement, with the stipulation that I would not be interviewed and that I could never discuss my experience. I refused of course, and asked only that my medical expenses be provided for.
My Request: That he never be allowed, be given the opportunity, to ever abuse another human being.

He no longer practices medicine and was given a prison sentence!
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So, theres my horror story regarding a visit to a 'Madman's Lair' and I would post the pictures, but they are too graphic, even more terrifying than the pictures taken after my '96 car accident, when a drunk hit me at a high rate of speed and flipped my car...quite a few times.

Forwarding to present: Friday afternoon, my experience at the dentist was a pleasant one, but not before a very long consultation and permission to have my visit videotaped.
They were wonderful and I would highly recommend her to anyone who has been severely traumatized by any dentist.

I wasn't the first this happened to...

And, I won't be the last!