Sometimes I am nice. I return calls, I do favors for my friends on the floor. I walk back to the unit from the SU with patients who are going that way, and their transporter's not there.
In fact, I'm getting used to the temporary office, and the fact, that I'm allowed to wander around to do my job. Yes, with stuff here, there and everywhere, I am getting my exercise walking. I need to walk anyway, since I sit for longer periods than I ever did while I was caring for people on the floor.
But if you try to tell me you're going to make me take less time doing my job to make you happy, Big Boss, I'm going to tell you the truth. You, nor your providers will get reimbursed for me or that SU work you're volunteering me for 'cause it ain't codeable. (Thank you coders and Ms. SU Guru for teaching me all the magic words to say about provider workload.)
I am here for the SU patients, you know, the rehabbers you wanted me especially for in the first place.
And if you think you're gonna mess with my people (even indirectly), you're gonna have to deal with me: She who will not be cowed.'Cause all these other coders and assorted folks who get you money are banking on me.
Any questions? I didn't think so...
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