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"Hello, this is Mrs. Bimbo, leaving a message for Dr. Grumpy. I'm catching up on my to-do list today, and you guys had called me on August 17, 2009 at 2:17 pm. I don't remember what the message was that you left, so I'd like a call back today to tell me what it concerned and if there was an emergency you needed to discuss with me. Thank you."
A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
Welcome to my whining!
This blog is entirely for entertainment purposes. All posts about patients, or my everyday life, or anything else may be fictional, or be my experience, or were submitted by a reader, or any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. I could be making all this up. I may not even be a doctor. The only true statement on here is that I probably drink more Diet Coke than you do. A lot more.
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Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
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September
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- Your Mother Doesn't Work Here
- Gee, Thanks
- Ooooooo, Please Tell Me More..........
- Whatever
- Dear Mr. Pantsoff,
- Thank You for Calling
- Post-Call, Monday Morning
- Pop Quiz
- Saturday, 11:57 p.m.
- On Call, Again
- Isn't That the Point?
- What the Hell?
- Dear President Obama,
- Too Much Information
- Random Weirdness
- Thanks for the Co-pay. Go Home.
- My Daily Dose of Sympathy
- Annie's Song
- My High School Class...
- Religious Awareness 101
- Mrs. Grumpy Writes
- The Nerve!
- Thanks, Craig
- My Readers Write
- Mrs. Grumpy Hates Me
- Where Am We?
- Life in Retail
- Helpful Radiology Results
- I'm Impressed
- Mary's Desk, September 16, 2009
- Public Service Announcement
- What Does a Neurology Exam Involve?
- Because We're Nuts, That's Why
- Drug Rep Sunshine
- Welcome to McGrumpys, May I Take Your Order?
- Take Her Down, Helmsman
- Monday Morning, 1:18 a.m.
- Today's Test
- Let Me Prove It
- AAAUUUGHH!!! MR. PHONE JUST CALLED BACK!
- Weekend On Call- The Phone Calls
- Mr. Jackass- The Sequel
- Mr. Jackass, Part Deux
- Dear Insurance Bozo
- OMG!
- Dear Dr. Sealfon,
- Whatever
- I Love You People
- Pancake Time
- Back to Work
- The Tale of the Gold Clip
- Sunday, 2:10 pm
- Strange Things To Find In Your Son's Room
- Saturday, 4:59 pm
- Cooper, the WonderDog!
- Today's Winner!
- Phrazzled Pharmacist
- Mary, You Are SO Fired!
- Wednesday, 9:05 p.m.
- Let's Stick With Your Visit
- Sharing the Love
- Another Fine Medication List
- Allergies
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5 comments:
She'd like a call back today? Well good for her! I'd like a new car and a tall single male in his late twenties with a decent job and concept of personal hygiene to sweep me off my feet, but I'm sure as heck not bothering people on a holiday weekend to try to get it! Apparently this one doesn't own a calendar...
Too many people are in their own world.. galaxies away. Most days I don't know whether to laugh or cry when confronted by these gifts from god.
Wonder when she has time to get her groceries?
Checking of your to-do list from Aug 17 just now? Yikes.
So who is at fault when patients have poor outcomes? It's not like the patient has any control over how they do...
"Yes, Mrs. Bimbo, we called to tell you that you had exactly 22 days to live. Enjoy your day."
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