Sunday, January 1, 2012
New Year's Eve, 10:55 p.m.
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"Hi, I'm a patient of Dr. Grumpy's and I need him to call in some migraine medicine. I'm at a bar, and the loud music is giving me a headache, and the DJ won't turn it down, and I don't want to leave 'cuz I already paid my cover charge."
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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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13 comments:
and....how are you going to get that medicine without leaving the bar?
Call him back: "Hi, I'm Dr Grumpy and the incessant phone ringing is giving me a headache. I need a drink. Can you bring one over?"
I guess Dr. Grumpy was supposed to deliver the medicine to the bar since he can't leave...
Dr G. Seriously.
I remember as new parents when our 24 day little guy was snuffling from his tiny nares, and my husband and I were besides ourselves trying to figure out how to help him breathe better. We racked our brains until 10:00 PM thinking we shouldn't call the doctor after hours, but after realizing we were short on answers, thought we better call her before she was asleep. The answer of course was simple and Dr. Winifred was so patient in her explanations. We apologized several times for calling her at home, but this guy in the bar was obviously drunk, wasn't he?
Tell us he was slurring his words at least, to be calling for such a ridiculosity.
Even leaving aside the question of how s/he would get the medication without leaving the bar, wouldn't the medication cost more than the cover charge? Oh, wait, I know this one: insurance will pay for it!
I'm sure the DJ has some percs on him that he could give out.
Doc:
He's a cheapo. What do you want to make a bet that he goes to the ER to get the meds?
Dumb a#% should just go down to the 24 hour pharmacy and see if they can get it for him, but if he's 3 sheets, no RPh in their right mind will do it, depending on the drug,etc.
Idiot. Should have brought ear plugs...and a clue!
oy vey
haha! my word verification is
catiest!!
awesome!
Dr. Grumpy,
So, did you actually bother to phone back and say no or did you just ignore the message? You get so many bizare requests like these that phoning back to say no would take up a lot of time.
Obviously drug seeking behavior. No real migraineur would be caught dead in a noisy club.
Classic, I am surprised he didn't ask for delivery!!
Pt should have called Some Guy MD...probably would have had better luck!
WV: twarkin
As in: "Was he twarkin when he made that call?"
Doncha' just LOVE being on call??
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