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Jenna Lewis from Survivor
/in Uncategorized/by Eyes for LiesHaving been sick last week (and continuing to still be sick), I was watching a lot of taped shows. I think I caught an old re-run about Jenna Lewis from Survivor. It was on 60 minutes or Dateline or Primetime. I can’t remember.
She was the cute single mom of two — if you remember her. After the show, she became America’s sweetheart.
But news has it that she married — and a video tape of her honeymoon night escapades mysteriously got out of her hands — and is being sold on a website.
Jenna swears she didn’t release the tape. She defends her position that someone took this tape.
I don’t believe her whatsoever.
Did anyone see Lie Detector?
/in Uncategorized/by Eyes for LiesI watched PAX TV’s lie detector on Tuesday night — for the first time in weeks. Somehow I had been recording the show at the wrong time –and missed it. But not last night.
It was the first time I watched the show where I completely concured with Ed Gelb, the polygraph expert’s readings. On this show (episode 112), he was spot on!
It was rather sad. An innocent man was charged with a DUI when he did nothing wrong!! I hope he gets a chance to clear his name. He was a really good guy!
Refreshing Honesty
/in Uncategorized/by Eyes for LiesYesterday, my dad had an appointment with a nationally-renowned eye institute — for a second opinion about his glaucoma. If you aren’t up to date on this story, you can read more here.
My dad was run through a battery of tests — and didn’t get in to the see the actual eye doctor for nearly three hours. When the doctor was finally able to see him, my mom and I were allowed into the room.
A middle-aged man with a round shape, beard, mustache and thinning sandy blond-colored hair came into the room. He wore glasses, and went to immediately wash his hands. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t smile.
I watched his every move.
To warm-up the situation, I spoke up and told the doctor he was going to have an audience today because my mom and I were concerned about my dad’s eyes.
He chuckled, smiled and said cool.
He then reviewed my dad’s paperwork and asked my dad questions. He wanted to know why he wanted a second opinion.
My mom and dad spoke up and told them one of our concerns — that the prescription that was given to my dad was for a new drug. And worse, my dad’s first doctor told him there were no side effects — which we found out was untrue.
The doctor responded that all drugs that he is to prescribe had side effects. None of them didn’t. Even water would produce a side effect.
We laughed and appreciated his honesty, and we did relate to his sense of humor.
Then he asked for the name of the doctor my dad saw.
My dad told him.
There was silence.
I piped up and told the doctor that we had another concern as well: My dad’s eye pressure was on the rise and this other doctor didn’t want to see him but at six month intervals — and that could potentially cost my dad eyesight and I wasn’t happy with that.
The doctor didn’t respond, he just started to examine my dad. He looked into my dad’s eyes with bright lights. I had to look away because I knew it was uncomfortable for my dad.
When the doctor finished, he said he concurred with the other doctor that he definitely had glaucoma. That we were sure of for ourselves. Second, he said that he would also put my dad on the same drug recommended by the other doctor.
We expressed our concerns, fears and cautiousness. I continued to watch the doctor’s every move. I was his harshest critic.
He then told us he would still recommend the drug — and he explained all the potential side effects, what to look for, what to be concerned about. And upon my asking — what he would do if this was his dad.
He said he would put him on the new medication.
He showed compassion and caring.
So, do you think this girl with eyes for lies got it wrong?
Keep reading.
As the doctor was explaining the different dosage options available to my dad — we realized that he wanted my dad to take both medications — his old one and this new one. We were surprised. We told this new doctor that the other doctor didn’t want him to do that…that he only wanted him to take the new one
…and out came the truth as I had feared.
The new doctor told us that if my dad stopped his old medication and just took the new one — his eye pressure would skyrocketed back to where it was pre-medication — and it would greatly jeopardize his sight. These medications do different things and the first one was just as critical as the second one!
The first eye doctor was messing with my dad’s eyes!! Was he trying to scare him into surgery where he would potentially make more money? Why was he only seeing him once in six months if my dad’s eye pressure was elevated? I smell a rat.
The good news? This new doctor told us he believes he can care for my dad’s eyes and likely prevent any blindness. He explained we still have four more medications to try — and laser surgery — before true surgery which is our last option.
Today, I love having Eyes for Lies.
Casino Night
/in Uncategorized/by Eyes for LiesFriday night, my husband’s company had a casino night at a local hotel. They brought in a company and tables so the employees could play games.
We decided to go.
I wasn’t looking forward to it. It didn’t sound like fun to me. I’ve never been drawn to casinos — ever. I know the odds are not in my favor to win — so why bother?
After dinner, and eating sulfite foods, I wasn’t feeling the best. I actually wanted to go home but instead my husband, a co-worker and the co-worker’s wife went into the ballroom to see about playing a casino game. Upon entry, we were informed they had blackjack, poker, blah-blah-blah. It was all foreign to me. I don’t know how to play these games — and frankly, I could care less.
Even worse, I was a bit intimidated because I didn’t know how to play any of them.
In typical fashion, I immediately spoke up telling all who cared to hear, I didn’t know how to play anything — and with that — they must have decided by their own lack of skills to choose the easy game. We sat down at a blackjack table.
Of course, there were no slot machines. The easiest of all to figure out.
As we sat down, the other wife also confessed to not knowing how to play. I felt a little relief!
The dealer was a real dealer from Las Vegas. She was a beautiful Hawaiian woman and she explained to us that she dealt at a blackjack high-rollers table for 11 years before leaving to marry one her gamblers! She explained the game — and when any of us made foolish mistakes, she was sweet and helped us along. It made the game a lot more fun.
We each started out with $500 in chips, and before I knew it, I was doing good.
Really good.
I started gambling $100 chips. And when I looked left and right, the other three players were struggling to stay in the game with only $5 and $25 chips remaining. I still had all my $5, $25 and $100s. I decided to make bigger bets.
It paid off.
Yet I was exhausted, and feeling really sick (I started wondering if my appendix had burst — I had sharp pains) — but in between zoning out with the pain — I was loving the thrill of it all. I loved tapping into my intuition and following the cards dealt before me – so I could guess my odds. It went well.
I realized the best seat at a blackjack table is the last one to receive a card — because you can see the deck come out before you. You can see if all high cards come or low cards and make your call for another card much easier.
I was sitting there with over $800 dollars , when I started to get really tired. I couldn’t focus with all the pains.
I remember at one point, the other players saying, “Hey you — Ms. Moneybags — you won again!” It was when I gambled another $100 chip.
I kept zoning out and then trying to focus. I told everyone at the table, I didn’t know how come I was doing so well — and since I didn’t realize I won half the time because I was in so much pain — it must have been pure luck!
My husband begs to differ with me. He tells me even in half a mind, I did great! I have a talent. And it’s a talent, he’d really like me to combine with my lie detecting skills.
That’s right. He’d like me to learn poker — and you know what? For the first time in my life, I’m really interested to do so.
Please tell me, is Blackjack just sheer luck or what?
I ended the game some two hours after we started with over $1000. No one else at the table even came close! I more than doubled my “fake” money.
If only it were real…
