I go to my gynecologist and he's asking what my secret is to losing seven pounds since last year. I tell him I watch carbs and sweets.
He must have missed lunch because we had a lengthy discussion about donuts. (Fortunately, his office is close to a donut shop and within 2 miles of a cable network rated one).
Then I come home and read Dr. Grumpy's post about nurses over at kevinmd.com. Aww! I know who appreciates me, and who doesn't.
Yes, indeed, it was a good day. Gotta love the men!
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Monday, August 4, 2014
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Fun: Sunday Stealing
Gotta love the Weird Questions, Part 1 from Sunday Stealing this week. Here are my contributions below.
Do you wear slippers? Yes, if you call Crocs around the house slippers.
How many pictures are in your living room? Photos -3, artwork-2.
Do you ever watch Brady Bunch reruns? Not lately.
Are you allergic to anything? If it's outside, most likely.
When was the last time you called in sick? Can't remember.
Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. Mostly fender benders. Nothing terrible (knocking wood).
What is your favorite snack food? Depends. On this diet: peppers and hummus.
Have you ever seen a tornado? Yes. Got very close and NEVER ever want to do that again ever (if I can avoid it!)
If you won a million dollars, what would you buy first? Another lottery ticket.
What time is it right now? 1353.
Do you think it's cool for men to wear flip-flops? Cool? Not really. Practical? Sometimes, yes.
How many pairs of shoes do you own? Over 30, mostly black.
Do you think you are a hypochondriac? No. I hate to bug my doctor. I only call if I am sick.
Do you own a dictionary? Several, in multiple languages.
Are you actually fat but in complete denial about it? According to BMI, yes, I am technically over 25. Denial? No, or I wouldn't be on a diet, silly!
What color is your mouse pad? Don't use one.
Does your kitchen have a theme? No. It's all white. Maybe snowstorm or whiteout would be more appropriate.
Do you wear slippers? Yes, if you call Crocs around the house slippers.
How many pictures are in your living room? Photos -3, artwork-2.
Do you ever watch Brady Bunch reruns? Not lately.
Are you allergic to anything? If it's outside, most likely.
When was the last time you called in sick? Can't remember.
Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. Mostly fender benders. Nothing terrible (knocking wood).
What is your favorite snack food? Depends. On this diet: peppers and hummus.
Have you ever seen a tornado? Yes. Got very close and NEVER ever want to do that again ever (if I can avoid it!)
If you won a million dollars, what would you buy first? Another lottery ticket.
What time is it right now? 1353.
Do you think it's cool for men to wear flip-flops? Cool? Not really. Practical? Sometimes, yes.
How many pairs of shoes do you own? Over 30, mostly black.
Do you think you are a hypochondriac? No. I hate to bug my doctor. I only call if I am sick.
Do you own a dictionary? Several, in multiple languages.
Are you actually fat but in complete denial about it? According to BMI, yes, I am technically over 25. Denial? No, or I wouldn't be on a diet, silly!
What color is your mouse pad? Don't use one.
Does your kitchen have a theme? No. It's all white. Maybe snowstorm or whiteout would be more appropriate.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Monday again
Surprisingly, I did not have hundreds of e-mails when I returned to the office. I had about a dozen. One of these days, the crazy admin who works for us will figure out that we ALL really don't need to receive a 9MB attachment on every e-mail she sends. (I bounced this request to the tech people today).
I worked with a patient (Mr. X) who always seems to show up in my office. Some therapists need to be working with him, but they're off doing other things, so I think of things for him to do. I allot about 30 minutes a day on this. I wish I could bill for my time in a clinic visit like the therapists do.
Meanwhile, Mr. X thought he was evading the medical staff on rounds by hiding out in an area near the remodeling being done in our part of the Hotel. Nope. They saw him. I managed to coax him out of the corner so he could talk to his doc. Once she arrived, I was out of there.
I also got a referral to one of our docs today. Patient found us on a website, made a phone call, and ended up in my voice mail. Before I could call, he called me. Mr. Persistent wants a second opinion with a specialist who works with us. He has a disease that requires a choice between two medications that will keep his disease at bay, but one, if he's got certain conditions, could actually kill him. Once specialist is back from his family jaunt across the country, he'll be on his consult list.
One patient made my Monday melancholy. Mr. E. has been coming to our place for a few years. His wife has never really coped with his issues very well. The caregiver stress they talk about in nursing school is starting to show. Mr. E. came in to a clinic visit with a week old beard. This is highly unusual for him, since he tends to shave every other day. Mrs. E. didn't come in with him, either, which is unusual. She told us he had some issues and that she thought he was sick. She was correct. He got admitted.
Staff are getting bend out of shape about Mr. E. not being cared for. He's not the only one. I think Mrs. E. has finally broken. The strain of caring for her loving husband, who was once a tall, strong, highly educated man is killing her. Her back is strained from the weight. The role of loving wife and partner has been permanently replaced with caregiver. It's not what she signed up for. She doesn't say it, but the vacant look in her eyes tells you. The folks who promised to help just aren't doing it anymore.
The burden has fallen to us to carry at the Hotel, as we wait to see how the rest of the questions in our minds will be answered.
Stay tuned...
I worked with a patient (Mr. X) who always seems to show up in my office. Some therapists need to be working with him, but they're off doing other things, so I think of things for him to do. I allot about 30 minutes a day on this. I wish I could bill for my time in a clinic visit like the therapists do.
Meanwhile, Mr. X thought he was evading the medical staff on rounds by hiding out in an area near the remodeling being done in our part of the Hotel. Nope. They saw him. I managed to coax him out of the corner so he could talk to his doc. Once she arrived, I was out of there.
I also got a referral to one of our docs today. Patient found us on a website, made a phone call, and ended up in my voice mail. Before I could call, he called me. Mr. Persistent wants a second opinion with a specialist who works with us. He has a disease that requires a choice between two medications that will keep his disease at bay, but one, if he's got certain conditions, could actually kill him. Once specialist is back from his family jaunt across the country, he'll be on his consult list.
One patient made my Monday melancholy. Mr. E. has been coming to our place for a few years. His wife has never really coped with his issues very well. The caregiver stress they talk about in nursing school is starting to show. Mr. E. came in to a clinic visit with a week old beard. This is highly unusual for him, since he tends to shave every other day. Mrs. E. didn't come in with him, either, which is unusual. She told us he had some issues and that she thought he was sick. She was correct. He got admitted.
Staff are getting bend out of shape about Mr. E. not being cared for. He's not the only one. I think Mrs. E. has finally broken. The strain of caring for her loving husband, who was once a tall, strong, highly educated man is killing her. Her back is strained from the weight. The role of loving wife and partner has been permanently replaced with caregiver. It's not what she signed up for. She doesn't say it, but the vacant look in her eyes tells you. The folks who promised to help just aren't doing it anymore.
The burden has fallen to us to carry at the Hotel, as we wait to see how the rest of the questions in our minds will be answered.
Stay tuned...
Monday, February 22, 2010
You want what?
The story of my days recently.
1. You want to admit how many people today? Our usual is one per MD during normal business hours, but we went way over the limit on a recent day. No wonder they were snapping so much!
2. You want what kind of lunch? We're all out.
Don't you just love it when the dietician says, "I wish they'd put Ms. X on her colonscopy prep early. We're out of xx food item she needs."
3. You want to get up everyone 250+ lbs. plus today on a stretcher? It just seemed that way for a while...my back's still hurting.
4. You want my evaluation? I've already sent it.
Now please put me on the list for a pay raise, and I'll forget all about how many times you asked for and I e-mailed my information that you requested over and over!
Stay tuned...it can only get better!
1. You want to admit how many people today? Our usual is one per MD during normal business hours, but we went way over the limit on a recent day. No wonder they were snapping so much!
2. You want what kind of lunch? We're all out.
Don't you just love it when the dietician says, "I wish they'd put Ms. X on her colonscopy prep early. We're out of xx food item she needs."
3. You want to get up everyone 250+ lbs. plus today on a stretcher? It just seemed that way for a while...my back's still hurting.
4. You want my evaluation? I've already sent it.
Now please put me on the list for a pay raise, and I'll forget all about how many times you asked for and I e-mailed my information that you requested over and over!
Stay tuned...it can only get better!
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