Birthday gifts

One of Dr. Pissy's staff has a delightful 2 1/2 year old girl named Rachel.

This summer, due to her babysitter being on a family vacation, Rachel is at the office most days. I'm sure this irritates some people, but at our little dumpster fire of an office, we don't care. She's fun and adorable, and is a pleasant distraction from the everyday routine of medicine.

Currently Rachel is in a phase where EVERYTHING is related to her birthday, even things that are not. For example:

Dr. Pissy: "Those are nice shoes, Rachel."
Rachel: "I got them for my birthday."
 
Dr. Grumpy: "Is that a good corn dog, Rachel?"
Rachel: "Yes. I got it for my birthday."

Random Patient: "Is that a horse you're drawing a picture of, Rachel?"
Rachel: "It's for my birthday."

(for the record, Rachel's birthday is somewhere around Christmas)

Yesterday, I was getting ready to leave and went to get my briefcase. For some reason Rachel followed me down the hall, and I didn't hear her behind me.

I picked up my briefcase, turned around, and WHACK! my briefcase hit Rachel on the side of her forehead. It wasn't too hard, but enough to surprise and hurt her.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Her mother (and most of the front office) came charging back to see what happened. I was trying to comfort Rachel (without much success) and as soon as she saw her Mom, she ran to her.

Mom: "Rachel, did you get hurt? What happened?"
Rachel: "DR. GRUMPY HIT ME IN THE HEAD FOR MY BIRTHDAY!"

Helpful

Actual fax received at my office:

Annie's desk

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

Mr. Tush: "I'm really not happy about this whole situation."

Annie: "Okay, what is..."

Mr. Tush: "Now they're telling me that my insurance may not cover the colonoscopy at all, and I can't afford this, so really don't want to go ahead with it."

Annie: "I think..."

Mr. Tush: "LISTEN TO ME! I'm not done yet. This is stupid. I'd never have agreed to go ahead with the colonoscopy except the doctor told me it was needed. I'm not going to pay for this and I want to cancel the whole thing. It's crazy that you people..."

Annie: "Sir..."

Mr. Tush: "NO! YOU LISTEN FOR A CHANGE. I didn't really want the colonoscopy, and now I find out it may not be covered, and..."

Annie: "LISTEN!"

Mr. Tush: "WHAT?"

Annie: "This is Dr. Grumpy's office. He doesn't do colonoscopies. You've called the wrong office."


Pause


Mr. Tush: "Well, shit. Sorry about that."

Click

Cue the "Jeopardy" theme

Dr. Grumpy: "Do you have a medication list?"

Mr. Time: "Nope, I know everything I'm taking."

Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, what are you on?"

Mr. Time: "The first one begins with 'T' and has a lot of letters."

July 4, 1939

"Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. I have been in ballparks for seventeen years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.

Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn’t consider it the highlight of his career just to associate with them for even one day? Sure, I’m lucky. Who wouldn’t consider it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball’s greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I'm lucky.

When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift — that’s something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies — that’s something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter — that's something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so that you can have an education and build your body — it's a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed — that's the finest I know.

So I close in saying that I might have been given a bad break, but I've got an awful lot to live for. Thank you."



-Lou Gehrig, terminally ill at age 36 with ALS (aka Motor Neuron Disease), in his retirement speech. He died less than 2 years later.

This is likely the worst disease in neurology, if not all of medicine. It's been 200 years since the first published report on it, and effective treatment remains a mystery.

If you're looking for a cause to give money to, consider the ALS Association.

Random pictures

All right, time to hit the mailbag for stuff you guys have sent in.


First we have this delightful hand lotion:

Then we have this playground equipment, apparently designed prior to Copernicus, or the discovery of the sun for that matter:

Here's a "trending" news item, apparently created by a random word generator in Wisconsin:

Here's a mystery question that a reader says was part of her on-line medical license renewal:

Then there was this guide to grilling that could have used an extra word:

Seen in a chart

The Master

In the 1980's Mojo Nixon claimed "Elvis is Everywhere." While anyone who visits Vegas might concur, I have to disagree.

Here, at Grumpy Neurology, Yoda is everywhere.

Sure, he may be in many disguises, but even a Jedi Master can't hide that characteristic language pattern from a trained DoC* like me.

The following are quotes I've encountered:

From patients:

"Twenty-one headaches I had in May. Many migraines that is."

"Make the seizures stop, can you?"

"I tried to talk, but speech-wise, I could not." 

"Much pain my back does have."

"Forgot you also this, Topamax, work it did not."


In an MRI report:

"Nothing abnormal does the MRI show."


From a nurse:

"Ativan received at 8:00, she did."


From a drug rep:

"Reduction in pain they will have, yes."


From my secretary:

"3:15 tomorrow his appointment is."


And (my favorite) was this patient interaction:

Dr. Grumpy: "You really need to stop overusing Excedrin."

Lady Rebound: "It's hard, but I'll try."

Mr. Rebound: "No! Do... or do not. There is no try."


*Disciple of Charcot

Blood pressure and other things

Mrs. Methodical: "My blood pressures have been good, too."

Dr. Grumpy: "I'm glad. What have they been running?"

Mrs. Methodical: "I have a list in my purse. Would you like to see it?"

Dr. Grumpy: "Certainly."

She rummaged in her purse for a minute, then handed me this:

GAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Dr. Grumpy: "Any side effects with the new pill?"

Mr. P: "Only one, it makes my urine smell like something terrible."

Dr. Grumpy: "Okay and what about..."

Mr. P: "I brought some, in case you want to smell it."

Pulls Tupperware container out of bag.

That's a wrap, folks

With the school year down to it's final 2 weeks, I'm shutting down the blog until the shouting here is over. Too much band stuff, year-end competitions, parties, and other stuff to deal with, besides my day job.

See you in a few weeks!

Texting with Frank

Mrs. Grumpy asked me to deal with dinner. Not knowing what the food status was at home, I made the mistake of asking Frank for help.

Some days... Sigh.

Phone

Mrs. Whiney was not happy.

She'd shown up 45 minutes late for her new patient appointment with no other explanation than "I have other things to do too, you know!"

Now she was not accepting that I wasn't going to see her and she'd have to reschedule for the next available slot, 2 weeks from now (and I thought I was being nice by letting her do that).

She'd berated Pissy's staff, who'd gotten Mary.

She'd been chewing out Mary, who'd finally walked away from the window and called me out from a patient room.

She was absolutely stunned when I told her I agreed with Mary, and she wasn't going to be seen today.

In an attempt to get me to give in she menacingly said "I. Want. You. To. Know. That. I'm. Calling. Dr. Stevens. And. Telling. Him. You. Treat. His. Patients. Like. This."

I smiled and wished her a good day. She pulled out her phone, knocked on the window, and asked if we could give her Dr. Steven's phone number. We ignored her.

Now it was time for her to make a scene for the rest of the lobby. And she made the critical mistake of getting her phone involved.


Mrs. Whiney: "Siri! Call Dr. Stevens!”

Siri: “There is no Dr. Stevens in your contact list.”

Mrs. Whiney: “SIRI! CALL DR. STEVENS RIGHT NOW!”

Siri: “Now playing 'Right Here Right Now' by Jesus Jones." (music starts)


Some elderly guy in my lobby and the drug rep he's never met before next to him start holding each other to keep from cracking up.


Mrs. Whiney: “SIRI! STOP THIS SONG AND CALL DR. STEVENS!”

Siri: “There is a chiropractor 1/2 mile north of you. Would you like directions?"


Drug rep starts snorting loudly and runs out of office, mumbling something about allergies.


Mrs. Whiney: “SIRI! CALL DR. STEVENS!”

Siri: “I found 3 pharmacies within two miles. Would you like me to call one of them?"


Mrs. Whiney throws her phone on the ground, picks it up, shoves it in her purse and yells "IT"S NOT FUNNY!" She storms out.

A few seconds passed before everyone in the office and lobby completely lost it and became hysterical. Including the patient who'd wandered out of my office to see why I hadn't returned.

Thrift

Dr. Grumpy: "How's the new medication working out for you?"

Mr. Pill: "Terrible! I'm nauseous all the time, have headaches, and throw up a lot!"

Dr. Grumpy: "Then let's stop it and..."

Mr. Pill: "I don't want to do that! I just bought a 90 day supply!"