Friday, September 29, 2017
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This was in the discharge instructions one of my patients was given in the emergency room:
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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.
6 comments:
If you do wake up following a head injury, just rub some dirt on it and stop bitching about it.
I'm always disturbed/depressed at how much of the "discharge instructions" (or sometimes even "instructions" from doctors) assume that there's someone else in the house.
I once was given a very specific set of instructions to follow, all of which required a second person. When I pointed out that I live alone, the response I got was, "Just ask one of your neighbors to help!"
Uh. NO.
Apparently proofreading is a lost art. Poor grammar and spelling mistakes seem to be everywhere.
Isn't that when the undertaker shows up?
With instructions like these, I better get my life in order in case of concussion.
I had a bit of a rough end to my pregnancy. At eight months I had an emergency appy, which left me with a huge scar, then ended with an unplanned C-section as my son decided that breech was the way to present. On my discharge, the delivering OB instructed me to not pick up my son. Um...OK, but he has to eat, be changed, etc. He looked at me like I was the weird one and said, "But your mother will be staying with you of course." Not if you want everyone alive at the end of the day, no. I loved her, but two Aries women in one house...just no. My husband helped as much as he could and everyone lived to fight another day.
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