Now THIS game just screams "excitement!"

This question was in an online survey I took last night.

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It's never a good sign...

When the new patient, on the sign-in sheet, writes their name as Ibee Grumpy.

Then, when questioned, has no idea who Ibee Grumpy is.

Caring

Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."

Mrs. Concern: "You see my Mom for back pain, and it's still pretty bad."

Dr. Grumpy: "I've tried a couple things, but she wasn't happy that they all made her sleepy."

Mrs. Concern: "Yeah, but you really need to call in something strong for her pain, regardless of how sleepy it makes her."

Dr. Grumpy: "Is she worse today?"

Mrs. Concern: "No, but if her pain doesn't get better she can't watch my kids tomorrow."

Important research

Several people found my challenging case on Friday to be so idiotic as to defy belief.

However, the Science Marches on Department has kindly brought my attention to a similar case that actually got published in a medical journal!

Yes, folks, here is the story of a lady with visual loss. After a work up found no clear cause, they discovered they could fix the problem simply by holding up her eyelids with tape.

Unfortunately, the abstract doesn't clarify what kind of tape. How would masking vs. Scotch vs. duct tap compare for this? Clearly, more extensive studies are needed.

Random Saturday pictures

All right, today I'm presenting a selection of pictures that you Grumpy fans have sent in recently:


First, here's a picture from a reader currently traveling in China, who noticed this window as he passed a building:





Next, moving closer to home, we find this interestingly-titled dog salon. With a name like that, one has to wonder what Tim's idea of "full service" is. And if it involves the store's rear entrance.






And last, we at Dr. Grumpy, Inc. wish to salute Hoboken, New Jersey. The city is boldly taking a stand to eliminate the stigma often associated with being a mentally healthy person.

Think, think... Brain blast!

Okay, it's time for all you armchair neurologists to help me solve a particularly difficult case. The following is, without any changes, the admitting note from Dr. Hospital, who asked for my help on this challenging case:

"88 year old male who woke from a nap with bilateral visual loss. Symptoms resolved when he
opened his eyes. We will admit for stroke work-up, and consult neurology."

Annie's desk, August 4, 2011

Annie: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Annie."

Ms. Loud: "HI! IS BILL GRUMPY THERE?"

Annie: "No, this is Ibee Grumpy's office. There's no Bill here."

Ms. Loud: "I NEED BILL. CAN YOU AT LEAST SEE IF SOMEONE NAMED BILL GRUMPY WORKS THERE? HE USED TO LIVE IN CHICAGO, IF THAT HELPS."

Annie: "Sorry, there's no Bill here, and Dr. Grumpy isn't from Chicago."

Ms. Loud: "OH NO! OKAY, I'M TRYING TO CALL EVERYONE NAMED GRUMPY THAT I CAN FIND IN THE COUNTRY TO SEE IF HE MAY BE THERE. MAYBE THEY'RE RELATED TO EACH OTHER OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I'M HAVING TO USE PHONE BOOKS BECAUSE THE DOG BROKE MY COMPUTER AND WON'T LET ME HAVE IT FIXED."

Annie: "Okay, well good luck, bye."

Ms. Loud: "WAIT! DON'T HANG UP. I NEED TO ASK YOU A FAVOR."

Annie: "What can I do for you?"

Ms. Loud: "IS BILL GRUMPY ALSO A DOCTOR? OR JUST IBEE GRUMPY?"

Annie: "I have no idea about Bill. You're the one looking for him, so you should know."

Ms. Loud: "I DIDN'T THINK SO, BUT IT'S NOT LIKE HE EVER TOLD ME HE WASN'T, SO I'M NOT SURE."

Annie: "Okay, have a nice day..."

Ms. Loud: "HANG ON! IF BILL GRUMPY DOES SHOW UP THERE CAN YOU PLEASE TELL HIM THAT ANGIE LOVES HIM?"

Annie: "Will do. Goodbye."

Things that make me grumpy

There are so many days that I want to put up a sign that says "Control Your Children or Leave".

I have kids. 3 of them. A rambunctious bunch. We generally avoid taking them anywhere like our appointments, and in the rare case where we have no choice we bring distractions: Nintendo DS, books, etc. I know that not everyone has easy access to child care, and understand that.

But...

It's amazing how many people come in thinking my staff and office supplies solely exist to keep their kids busy. Neither Dr. Pissy nor I see anyone under 18, so we don't keep kid stuff around.

I've seen people tell their kids to just go sit up by Mary's desk and play with her. Or give them scissors, crayons, and glue to "make something" out of the lobby magazines. Or ask me if they can play online games on my work computer. Or just let them run amok in my exam room with my stethoscope, hammer, tuning fork, whatever. Ed has been knocked over 3 times in the last year by kids.

I've had patients leave my practice because their kids caused trouble during the appointment, and I've told them they can't return unless they find a sitter. I don't care that it pisses them off. I can't treat you effectively if I'm chasing your child all over because you think it's my job.

In a pediatrics office this is more common, and they are prepared for it. I go to my kids' appointments, and they have all sorts of books and toys to keep them busy (but we still bring Nintendos). But I don't see kids, and don't consider that something I should provide.

Unfortunately, this kind of behavior is common elsewhere. You see kids running wild, knocking stuff off grocery shelves. I know a veterinarian who had a kid, with his parent's permission, urinate on his office floor, and the family thought the vet was being unreasonable to ask them to clean it up. They figured a vet would be used to dogs and cats doing that, so what's the big deal if they let their kid do it?

Although frequently told by patients under these circumstances that "you obviously don't like kids," that's not the issue.

The problem is parents who won't control them.

"Dude! Let's smoke some okra!"

Yes, sometimes you can be desperate. Or not very bright. Or both.

Thank you, Lauren!

Doctor talk

Dr. Grumpy: "Do you take birth control pills?"

Dr. Veterinarian: "No, I've been spayed. Uh, I mean, I had my tubes tied."

But does it treat syphilis?

I'd like to thank a pharmacist, who I suspect wishes to remain anonymous, for sending in this allergy note that a patient handed her.

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"You want that plain, glazed, or with sprinkles?" (wink, wink)

When Dunkin Donuts picked "America runs on Dunkin" as their slogan, I bet they didn't think of this lady.

To make it even better, while searching for the story, I discovered this review of that DD franchise:

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Great moments on rounds

I had a hospital consult on a pregnant lady with migraines. I recognized the name as being one of my drug reps.

The door was closed, so I knocked, and someone yelled for me to come in.

I went in. "Hi, it's Dr. Grumpy, they asked me to..."

I stopped.

She was having a trans-vaginal ultrasound, her legs up and apart in the stirrups. The ultrasound tech had the probe up in her...

I was embarrassed, and began to retreat. "I'm very sorry, I'll come back this afternoon..."

She said "You might as well stay. I'm being transferred to a new territory, anyway."

Sunday afternoon

Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."

Mike: "Hi, this is Mike Hormone. You saw my girlfriend a few weeks ago for a left arm injury? She had a lot of trouble using her arm? I was with her at the appointment?"

Dr. Grumpy: "What can I do for you?"

Mike: "Well, she's getting a lot better, like you said she would and, um, I..."

Dr. Grumpy: "Yes?"

Mike: "Is there anything that might, like slow down her recovery? Not a lot, 'cause she's my girlfriend and all, but maybe just make it take longer?"

Dr. Grumpy: "Um, we're trying to get her better."

Mike: "Yeah, but she can use the arm for almost everything now, and when it was really weak she had me come in the shower to shampoo her hair for her, and that sort of got things going if you know what I mean..."