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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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12 comments:
I'm always getting yelled at for filling out forms and answering the question, "Who should we call in case of an emergency?" with "911."
Whoever , whomever it is always so confusing
Packer: Turn it into "he" or "him", or turn it into a question with those as an answer.
Whoever left the dog outside is an idiot.
Correct. HE left the dog outside.
The dog bit whomever was closest.
Correct. The dog bit HIM.
Whoever should I give the vet bill to?
WRONG. You will give it to HIM.
So who is the charge nurse? He is. Whoever he is.
English is such a funky language.
It's not that funky if you studied Latin or Russian, then you realize that what we are dealing with here are the vestigial remains of declension in English.
dative case, "give to" whom... Just like in Russian it sometimes ends with an "M", if it's the right gender...LOL object of the sentence accusitive case... ...instrumental cases with whom... Nominative case.. HE IS... whoever.. yadda yadda yadda...
Where's the vodka?
Thanks, Moose. HOWEVER, the last time I was in the ED, knowing who was taking care of me (or as much as I could comprehend) helped reduce stress.
I know that the board was (I hope) meant to be funny, but I hope a real pt (or their family)didn't see that.
They'd get the impression no one cared.
When I was in the hospital overnight post-surgery, a board like that was opposite my bed, where I could easily see it -- it was nice to have the names of my nurses, since my drugged-up condition made remembering (or any mentation) rather difficult.
"I'm in a lot of distress here. Give me anybody!"
A case of vodka all around.
I HATE these boards. Each unique and special snowflake is encouraged to hit their call bell like they're ringing in the new year, to summon their own personal dogsbody. Four to eight of these people running me ragged for thirteen hours. No, I don't want them getting chummy with my name, I'm just trying to survive the shift and fetch their fucking ice cream at 3am while trying to keep Mrs Jones breathing.
And, Moose, the 'emergency contact' is just a relative's contact information so that the people who come in the night to break your kneecaps have an easier time tracking you down. Think I'm kidding? let a hospital bill go unpaid...
The best part of this photo? I just finished up a locums assignment at that hospital a couple months ago XD
The two times I've had surgery I really liked these boards. As someone else mentioned, it really helped my stress level having some idea of who was taking care of me without searching for name tags or trying to figure out who's who.
The last time I was in the hospital for an extended length of time, someone put my eyeglasses in the drawer of the nightstand and didn't let on where they were, and I wasn't allowed out of bed.
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