Driggs Health Clinic has expanded its clinic space with the addition of 6 new exam rooms, a shared physicians’ office and renovated echo-cardiology stress testing room. The new area is located inside the east entrance of Teton Valley Hospital, replacing a physical therapy rehabilitation space that was relocated closer to in-patient rooms. The expansion was needed to accommodate growing clientele for specialty services such as cardiology, neurology, and pain management.
Cardiologists Dr. Patrick Gorman, Dr. Blake Wachter and Dr. Douglas Blank travel from their practices in Idaho Falls to hold regularly scheduled clinic hours in the new space. Neurologist Dr. Brad Talcott, also from Idaho Falls, has added dates to his local schedule in response to patients’ requests. Dr. Marc Porot offers a minimum of 5 days per month to visit with patients about pain management. Echo-cardio technicians from University of Utah Hospital and from Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center provide rotating appointment dates.
“We anticipate adding more specialties in the near future in direct response to patient requests and our community’s level of need,” says Keith Gnagey, CEO for Teton Valley Health Care.
“Teton Valley is fairly isolated and it can be especially hard to drive out of town during the winter. I would rather have one doctor make the trip from Idaho Falls than have 20 local residents make the trip.”
Teton Valley Health Care is entering phase two of a project to update and refresh the appearance of the facility. Phase One started with the refurbishing of the Driggs Health Clinic reception area followed by a total makeover of the Medical Imaging suite that included a new digital X-ray and fluoroscopy unit. In spring, the Aesthetics exam area was completed and now, after three months of construction, the specialty clinic has opened. Phase Two will bring about completion of hospital patient room updates, hospital hallway re-flooring and renovation of the laboratory clinical area.
“I avoid giving timelines for projects such as these because facility improvements depend largely on the financial health of our organization. TVHC doesn’t own the hospital bricks and mortar, the County retains ownership of the building. It’s our responsibility to maintain and improve the property for our community and that’s one reason for setting these renovation goals,” said Gnagey.
The Teton Valley Hospital Foundation provided $75,000 in funding for this project.
TVHC invites everyone to come and visit the new specialty clinic during a Community Open House scheduled for Wednesday, Dec. 2 from 5-7 p.m. Appetizers will be served along with a chance to win raffle prizes including $50 gift cards to Peaked Sports or The Wardrobe Company. Please contact Ann Loyola at (208) 354-6301 or email@example.com for more information. As always, full hospital tours are available throughout the week.
Snow on the mountains means winterizing in the valley. Teton Ace Hardware was the locals’ hot spot recently with people filling carts with insulating products, heat tape, gloves, and beefy Carhartt overalls. I picked up a new dryer venting tube and fastener, which was just the beginning of an interesting home experiment.
The last load of laundry from my now-retired dryer resulted in a woodsy scented load of clothing. Woodsy as in a forest fire. The clothes were smoked and the filter in the back of the dryer had changed color from white to black. I was lucky the house hadn’t burned down.
Did you know that dryer vents should be cleared every two years? My husband and I had last attempted this task 5 years ago. We opened the trap door to the crawl space that houses the outside vent; it took two people, hammers, levers and an inordinate amount of cussing to remove the door to access the outside vent. As if moving the dryer from its tiny slot and making the skinniest child get back there to remove the inside vent tubing wasn’t a big enough pain in the —. I realized that I would never be able to convince my husband to clear the vent again. Fast forward to the present.
Before the new dryer arrived, I offered my 17-year-old son an exorbitant amount of money to open the freakin’ heavy, ridiculously-designed trap door and use the shop vac and a special brush to clear it out. I vacuumed out the inside vent. My husband vanished. My son emerged from the pit wide-eyed, announcing that there were spiders, glowing red eyes and maybe ancient burial grounds down there.
It was a happy day when I placed a wet washer load into the new Whirlpool. Twenty minutes into the drying phase, a bright red light flashed: Check Vent. My husband immediately packed his bags and disappeared on a three day fishing trip in Yellowstone. My son packed his bags and went to a concert in Colorado with some friends. My daughter gave me the stink-eye. I was on my own.
I hit YouTube first and found a great How-To video about clearing stubborn dryer vents. I had been doing this all wrong. Armed with nothing but flabby arms, I pulled out the dryer and removed the new vent tubing. Then I went outside with hammers, metal shafts, and steel-toed boots. It took me 30 minutes but I moved that freakin’ awful heavy trap door and dropped in the pit. I opened up that vent, not once feeling that my life was in danger. Getting out of the pit was kind of hard, though, and I prayed that my neighbors weren’t watching as I dragged myself out of the pit and across the deck like an inchworm. A very large inchworm.
Here’s the good part: I inserted the leaf blower tube into the inside vent and let-er rip. It was cathartic. Huge piles of packed lint blew out into the pit. In 10 seconds, a mountain shrugged off my shoulders.
Purple irises remind me of walking through my grandmother’s garden in Washington thirty-five years ago. The smell of Pine-sol cleaner reminds me of the mint-green bathrooms at Horace Mann elementary school in New Jersey circa 1969. Last week, I came across an item that took me back to childhood visits to the dentist: black licorice ice cream.
My parents had three children in a row and then a gap of 2 years before the fourth child. Dentist appointments were scheduled at the group rate with each of us taking our turn in the chair. For some reason, my parents rewarded us afterwards with a trip to the ice cream parlor. Have you tried to lick an ice cream cone with a fully Novacained mouth? If not, try it sometime and share your photos with me. Now picture 4 children under the age of 10 trying to demolish a double-scoop cone. We may never know if my parents were a tad sadistic or simply in need of comic relief.
Anyhoo, Mom and Dad would take us to Snelgrove’s Ice Cream parlor in Sugarhouse, Utah and allow us to order our favorite flavors. My favorite was black licorice. From that point on, after moving away from Utah and whenever I had occasion to visit various ice cream stands, I would always search for black licorice. Let’s be clear: the color of this delicacy is black. Some posers have sold it as aqua blue or pale grey. It must be black as in “black licorice”. Our visits to Snelgrove’s ended with the lower halves of our faces coated with ice cream. I often looked like Blackbeard.
My children and husband have become part of the search team for the elusive dessert. They’ve joined the team because they care about me and want me to shut up about licorice ice cream, not because they like the flavor because they don’t.
So last week, I was strolling up the frozen foods aisle with my daughter when she turned to me, smiled and said, “Look Mom, there’s a new brand of ice cream.”
People, spread the word. Broulim’s in Driggs, Idaho is now carrying Red Button Vintage Creamery in a selection of flavors including BLACK LICORICE! My cries of delight forced my daughter to run and hide in the toothpaste aisle. Waiting impatiently at the check-out register, the couple ahead of me noticed my carton of BLACK LICORICE ice cream and commented softly to each other about the flavor.
“And it’s black, not bright blue! I’ve been waiting all my life for this!” I exclaimed to them both, with an undertone of hysteria. They looked deeply into my eyes, decided that I was a benign lunatic, and assured me that they would sure check out the ice cream aisle the next time they came to Broulim’s.
My first spoonful took me back to Snelgrove’s, closed for almost a decade now. Memories of our family standing in front of the long counter to order, then seated around the circular booth, smashing cones onto our chins and cheeks. It was heavenly.
What sensory mode takes you back in time? Share the scent, taste, feel, sound or sight that flies you right to a certain moment. And then go check out the ice cream selection at Broulim’s.