Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Only outside Sleepy Hollow
Monday, August 30, 2010
Attention Drug Rep!
I am married. You may not have noticed my ring. Or my kid's drawings all over the place. Or the brief phone call I had with Mrs. Grumpy in front of you to work out who's picking up the tribe tonight.
Batting your eyelashes, adjusting yourself in your chair so that all of us could see you're wearing a thong, talking about how lonely you are being new in this town, and giving me a card with your home phone on it "just in case you have questions about the drug, or anything else" does NOT score you points in my office.
Try the plastic surgeon downstairs. His trophy wife (3rd wife, 28 years younger then he is) just turned 35, so he's likely looking for a newer model.
Thank you.
Is that your final answer?
Beyond the question of "Why the hell is this listed under 'math'?", is the remarkable answer itself.
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Early monday hospital rounds
Mr. Phlush: "Because my toilet was clogged."
Dr. Grumpy: "Why on Earth did you do that?!!!"
Mr. Phlush: "I don't know any plumbers."
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Today's Health Tip
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And thank you to my reader Trout for submitting this!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Memories...
Generally you try and make it quick. You're busy. They're trying to sleep.
There was one doctor in my program, Dr. Flat, who was notorious for his rapid monotone. He spoke at warp speed, but his voice never changed, and he never strayed from business. If he had a sense of humor, none of us ever saw it.
One weeknight I was on call, and was admitting a stroke patient. It was about 10:00 p.m, and I made the obligatory call to Dr. Flat.
Dr. Grumpy: "So I'm admitting him to the telemetry floor, and started him on Aspirin. I've ordered an MRI, and..."
Dr. Flat: Mmmmm. YAWNNNNNN
Dr. Grumpy: "I'm sorry, sir. Did I wake you up?"
Dr. Flat:"No, my wife and I just finished having sex. What's his blood pressure?"
Friday, August 27, 2010
Patient quote of the day
Fashion and medicine
Mrs. Hedinbutt: "It's not a shirt. It's a blouse."
Dr. Grumpy: "Okay. Anyway, after you have it on, come over and..."
Mrs. Hedinbutt: "Don't you even know the difference?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Well a..."
Mrs. Hedinbutt: "For crying out loud! You're a doctor and you can't even tell a blouse from a shirt! How did you get through medical school!"
(long pause)
Dr. Grumpy: "Look. Do you want to go over the EMG results or not?"
Mrs. Hedinbutt: "I don't have time for this. Just send them to Dr. Imed and I'll discuss it with him." (puts on blouse/shirt/vest/tunic/upper body garment/whatever and leaves).
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Attention patients!
However, please DO NOT USE my lobby for any of the following activities:
To use a phone (mine or yours) to make political calls on behalf of whatever candidate you're supporting this year. I respect your right to be involved in politics, but my waiting room isn't the place to do it. Not everyone out there agrees with you.
To have the sandwich, pickle, and bag of chips you've been carrying around in your purse. I don't mind you grabbing lunch in a hurry, but spending an hour here eating, calling friends, and using my magazines as napkins is a bit much (If this sounds familiar to you, asking Mary if we had any salt and a can of Sprite was over the line).
To call several local restaurants to set up catering for a party.
To try and sell real estate opportunities to other patients who are waiting to see me.
To see how much more (or less) your specialist co-pay is compared to other patients.
To hand out flyers to see your band play at Bubba's Roadhouse this weekend.
To argue about ANYTHING featured in "People" magazine.
To wait and see if a drug rep with samples of your medicine wanders in, and then assault them.
To ask my other patients what they think of your stock-market investment picks.
To appoint yourself schedule monitor, and tell Mary who signed in before whom.
To get out a scissor and cut coupons, articles, pictures, and anything else that strikes your fancy out of my lobby magazines.
Thank you.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Comparing apples to apples
So today I had to look up something on Topamax and found this, under "Look/Sound alike drug names"
"Topamax may be confused with Topiramate"
They're the SAME FREAKING DRUG, for crap's sake!!!
(For those of you looking this up on your PDA, it's under "Safety/Monitoring")
Tuesday night, 7:15 p.m.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Mary's Desk, August 24, 2010
Mrs. Hiazakite: "HI! I need to get in to see Dr. Grumpy! I've heard he's wonderful!"
Mary: "Okay, we have a new patient appointment this Thursday at 2:00. Will that work?"
Mrs. Hiazakite:"I really wanted to get in today. Please? Pretty please? I'll bring you cookies!"
Mary: "That's nice of you, but I'm sorry. Thursday is our next availability."
Mrs. Hiazakite:"Will he give me some Percocet at least, like this afternoon? Just to tide me over?"
Mary: "We don't prescribe to patients that aren't established."
Mrs. Hiazakite:"That's totally unfair! Please! I said I'll bring you cookies!"
Mary: "I'm sorry, but you need to find a different doctor. I'm getting off the phone now."
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That ISN'T normal?
For my non-medical readers: EMS = Emergency Medical Services (i.e. paramedics).
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Monday, August 23, 2010
Patient quote of the day
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