Dr. Grumpy: "Um, you mean syncope?"
Mr. Blackout: "Yeah, whatever."
Monday, January 3, 2011
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Dr. Grumpy: "Um, you mean syncope?"
Mr. Blackout: "Yeah, whatever."
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Mr. Blackout: "I fainted last weekend. The Emergency Room doctor said it was called Cinco de Mayo."
Dr. Grumpy: "Um, you mean syncope?"
Mr. Blackout: "Yeah, whatever."
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Dr. Grumpy: "Um, you mean syncope?"
Mr. Blackout: "Yeah, whatever."
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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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18 comments:
This is precisely the kind of thing my mother would have said after a doctor's visit when we'd ask her what the doctor had said. And if we'd stare blankly and then tell her that what she said made no sense, she'd get annoyed at us. (She was in the earliest stages of her dementia at the time and we didn't realize it.) That's one of the things I love about dementia: Nothing is important enough to understand, get straight, or even remember--and how DARE you suggest that it is!
I'm not in the medical field, but the patient's phrasing sounds reasonable. When I've have to go to the ER while away from home, if the condition is such that I'm uncertain as to the description or phrasing, I take the diagnostic sheet from the hospital to my physician when I do the followup.
I also take any bottles of meds given for the dr to see as well, to avoid confusion on anyone's part.
I didn't say it wasn't reasonable. Just humorous.
GREAT! I thought it was pretty funny. Nobody was harmed and you and the office got a laugh on a Monday morning.
Do the gals in the office read (know of) your blog?
Hope your feeling better.
Ha! Let's make a new holiday for drinking! Syncope Day!
I blacked out from Cinco De Mayo once, but I think that was more because of the tequila.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!
I bet Cinco de Mayo often precedes Syncope.
And this is where "Family Circus" cartoons come from.
Well you know.... after a few too many on Cinco de Mayo it could result in Syncope!!
xx
C. RN
Down at U.S.A. (University of Southern Alabama) my friend was doing her residency. A older woman was telling her that her son had once been diagnosed with "Spirit O' Mighty Jesus".
When she was looked at the woman in a puzzled manner as she was struggling to interpret what she heard, the woman described his symptoms..."He had a stiff neck, high fever, you know, "Spirit O' Mighty Jesus..." Chief resident came by and overheard... He helped her out... what the woman's son had was Spinal Menningitis....
I thought Cinco Pee what older men get at night?
I'm sure this is rude but, while your posts are hysterical, I often find myself laughing even harder at some of the comments!
ERP beat me to it!
treatment: burritos, tacos, and lots of rice and beans. don't forget the Horchata.
my uncle once told me he his Dr told him he has "immaculate deception",turned out to be Macular Degeneration
I recently went to Red Lobster for lunch. I ordered goldfish. I should have been eating with Mr. Blackout. The waiter found it amusing.
I once referred to Braxton-Hicks contractions to my nurse sister as Bennie Hill contractions (knowing it wasn't right but that was the best I could do) and she knew what I meant right away! Hey, it's been a LONG time since I have been preggers.
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