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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Holy Electric Boner Batman!
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Thursday Morning 2:48 a.m.
I (and most of my neighborhood) were blasted out of bed this morning.
I was woken by:
A. Phone call from a deranged patient.
B. Phone call from a frantic ER doc.
C. Phone call from a bored nurse.
D. My 8-year-old son Craig, who for whatever reason thought it would be funny to turn on his CD player in the middle of the night, playing "YMCA" at full volume.
(If you guessed "D", congratulations! And I had no idea Mrs. Grumpy and the neighbors even read this).
It's fun to stay at the...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Family Math Issues
Dr. Grumpy: "That's nice. Boys? Girls?"
Mrs. Hyper: "One of each."
Dear Mr. Attorney,
As you know, her chart was quite large, so printing it up took quite a bit of time and paper. You also wanted me to have it notarized, so I had to drag it down to Local Bank and wait in line.
Then postage was a fortune, since you wanted it sent certified.
Anyway, because it took some time and effort, I enclosed a cover letter asking for $50 payment. Your office manager was kind enough to send me a check for $50 last month to cover this, on the same day she received the packet.
So it was quite a surprise to get a personal note from you yesterday, saying that you felt the $50 was excessive. You did some calculations in your letter, and said that (based on state law) you only owed me $27.45, instead of the $50 I'd previously asked for (and received).
But it was still nice of you to send a check for $27.45 attached to your letter, paying me what you thought was "reasonable, and more than fair" for Mrs. Jones' records.
I've deposited both checks, and thank you and your law firm for having paid me a total of $77.45 for a chart I'd only asked $50 for in the first place. Extra money around the holidays is always nice.
Yours truly,
Ibee Grumpy, M.D.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Packing Overkill
Lets take Axert. This is a migraine drug that has no drug reps. So when I need samples I have to call them, asking them to ship me some.
Last week I called for samples, and they showed up today. It comes in a blue and yellow package with 4 little tablet packages in it. But it always ships in a freaking HUGE box, surrounded by a crapload of paper, like 2-5 trees worth.
So here's a picture of the entire Axert package and the box it was shipped in. I put a Diet Coke in the picture to give you some idea of size.
Of course, the Axert people aren't the only ones guilty of this insanity. I have a patient coming in for Botox injections later this week, so I ordered a bottle. ONE dinky bottle (which is freaking $560, too). Now, I understand Botox has to be kept cold during overnight shipping, and needs some styrofoam and ice, but even still the shipping seems to be a little excessive. So here, for your perusal, is a bottle of Botox, the box it came in, and another Diet Coke.
So, now you know how many trees it takes to ship a package of Axert or bottle of Botox.
Crap! That Hurts!
It also does a fucking AWESOME job of letting you know where every single damn cut & skin crack is on your hands.
Tuesday Morning, 1:58 a.m.
Mr. Sleepless: "Hi, I take Compazine for nausea, and wanted to know if it's safe to take with my epilepsy?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Haven't you taken it as needed for several years? It's never caused you to have a seizure before, has it?"
Mr. Sleepless: "No, never had a problem before, and I've been using it here and there since the mid-90's"
Dr. Grumpy: "Then it shouldn't be a problem."
Mr. Sleepless: "Oh good. Sorry to bother you, but I couldn't sleep, so I started googling all my medicines, and saw that Compazine could do this."
Monday, November 16, 2009
Um, Okay...
Dr. Grumpy: "Did you?"
Mr. Hedhurtz: "No, I went to the casino instead."
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Damnit, Jim, I'm a Doctor, Not an Electrician
So I cleaned it out, filled it up, added chemicals, put in a new filter, etc.
For whatever reason, though, I couldn't find the power cord that comes with it. Because I'm a guy (and therefore inherently stupid) I just grabbed an extension cord out of the garage. Mrs. Grumpy kept telling me I wasn't supposed to do that, because the special hot tub cord had extra circuits or fuses or breakers or whatever in it, and you couldn't use something else.
But I wanted to get the hot tub going, so I told her it would be fine, and hooked it up.
The kids were excited, so I had them out in the yard with me. They counted down from 10 for me to flip the switch, turning it on for the winter.
"5-4-3-2-1- HOT TUB!". I pressed the button. The jets whirled, the water swirled, the kids laughed.
For about 5 seconds.
Then there was a loud "POP!"
And the hot tub turned off.
And the kids stopped laughing.
And all the lights in the house went out.
Another 5-10 seconds of absolute silence went by, finally broken by Mrs. Grumpy saying "You bozo."
She went around to futz with the switch box. She found the correct power cord in the garage. And I am in trouble.
Sunday Reading
A study on patients with bleeding into the brain, which found that patients with only 1 type of brain hemorrhage had a better prognosis than patients with 2 types of brain hemorrhages.
Really. I'm not making this up. Archives of Neurology, January 2009, page 79.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Germ Theory and Netflix
We all know about Netflix. You rent a movie, they mail it to you, you keep it until you watch it (or realize you'll never get around to watching it), mail it back, and then get another movie.
Well...
There is (I swear I am not making this up) a sex toy business based on the same idea. It's called Rent-A-Dildo.com
Basically, you pay $19 a month. You pick out whatever sex toy floats your boat. Use it to your heart's (or whatever) content. And then send it back and request another. You can have one sex toy out at a time unless you join their premium service (called the "Golden Dildo Plan", I swear to God!).
The site even says "Each toy is tested for quality and performance before it is added to our collection." Unfortunately, it doesn't show you a picture of the tester ("Hey Pa, see if the cow likes this one!"). If you party hard you can also pay for the "extra batteries" option.
So the sex toy that you've had up in your body parts gets sent to someone else, and you get to use a sex toy that's been up in somebody (or something) else's naughty bits.
It's been roughly 150 years since Louis Pasteur and Robert Koch proved the germ theory of disease pretty conclusively, but hey, I suppose it could still be wrong. Maybe STD's are just from bad humors and demons, like the ancients believe.
But fear not! The site says "We've developed a patent-pending process for thoroughly cleaning each toy before it is sent out to a customer." I mean, they certainly could be doing something pretty advanced (anything less would be bad for business), but details aren't listed. For all you know they could just be soaking them overnight in a kiddie pool filled with water and bleach. Or running them through a dishwasher. Or wiping them off with a paper towel and doing a quick sniff test. Or maybe the "patent-pending process" involves somebody else's fetish.
I wonder if they have a recommendations feature, like Netflix or Amazon?: "Since you previously enjoyed the 'Black Mamba Rabbit' you may want to try the 'Rabid Jungle Rhino'."
Are future product lines going to include rent-a-toothbrush, rent-a-condom, and rent-a-tampon?
The site also features this notice , which Dr. Grumpy doesn't have the nerve to put up here in it's entirety.
Caveat emptor.
Now THIS is a Christmas Tree Ornament
(click to enlarge)
And a big Dr. Grumpy thank you to alert reader EE, who submitted this.
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