Thursday, July 16, 2020
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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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Twitter fans- you can follow me @docgrumpy
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.
8 comments:
Hey Doc when are you going to finish the story about Frank and bring lots of towels?
'It' doesn't have to be wrung out of her?
I remember the days of on-site transcriptionists. This one young woman would call the pharmacy every now and then, and ask if there was such a thing as so and so drug? She had no idea of some of the off-label uses of effective therapies. I'm dating myself, because there was a time when the physician did not have to satisfy the economic decision-making middle-man when a drug was ordered for something in a particular diagnosis.
That seem like the appropriate response to some informed consent information.
"Jeeze, what happened to you?"
"I was in this patient's room, and she had expressed understanding. I didn't know that, slipped in it, and fell. That's why I have this cast. Yeah, it was pretty gross. The people who clean that don't get paid near enough."
Expressing understanding in this day and age would make anybody sweat. I say give her a stiff gin and have her call you in the morning.
Not Prince Andrew then... (or is that a bit too parochial.)
Is that like a dog "expressing" its anal glands?
I do not want to know how this came about.
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