Friday, August 19, 2011

5 Crabby Thoughts

I know I write A LOT about camp on this blog, but this time I'm going to take a cue from some of the hilarious medical blogs I read and point something out. It's not really pointing something out. It's down right complaining. I know it's not camp related, get over it! Stop reading. Ok, are they gone? Good. Allow me to explain. I have a big girl job as a Medical Assistant. I like it, but there are just some things that annoy me.

1.) If you send a consult letter with only the Pt's name (TIMOTHY MCGEE) and I look it up only to find 500 TIMOTHY MCGEE's in Bumblescrew I *AM* going to file under G for garbage... Only after I call and request a second copy of it with a Pt identifier.... What is a Pt identifer? That's easy. Date of birth. Social. Address. Telephone number.... If you are snotty to me because YOUR system is broken, I will just file it under G anyways.

2.) If you call and make it to the "Leave a machine after the tone" bit, don't just hang up. Leave your name and number. Ask for a call back. How hard is it? I call my Dr, and say, "Hi, Dr Excellent, this is PoGo A GoGo. I have a question about the metformin you just prescribed me. Can one of your staff reach me at 555-POGO? Thank you."

3.) If you do leave a message, make sure you tell us how to contact you back if we should need too. "Hi, it's me! I was just making sure you got my fax. Well, bye!" WTF is that? That is a whole lot of nothing. That too will get filed under G.

4.) Do not under any circumstance call the Dr I work for by her first name. Unless you are married to her or are her mother, it should always be Dr. Wonderful. "Oh, Nancy said to just stop in." "Oh, Nancy said you could just..." As soon as I hear "NANCY" said, I stop listening. It's disrespectful! Do you call the JUDGE in court Marvin? No. You call him your honor or sir. If Dr. Wonderful is too much to say, just say "The Dr"

5.) Please  be on time. I hear you bitch now "the Dr is always late!" (For the record, Dr. Wonderful is NOT always late. She knows she has to do her big girl job too!)  Don't make me, the lowly MA suffer because the Dr is late. That is not my fault and I can not control her. I'm just saying.

I guess that it's it for now.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

It's a quarter to midnight

It's a quarter to midnight and I'm not tired. I should be. I worked at both my jobs today and they were pretty busy.... So I just don't get it. I should be yawning. I should be exhausted. I'm not. I'm not having crazy thoughts or mentally busy.

If I was at Camp, I would be up planning the next day's stuff. I'd make sure that I had all my ducks in a row and my i's dotted and t's crossed. I'd be dying for a cigarette and a good long sleep. Garbage would be collected. I'd have spent 20 minutes with my best friend. My walkie would be humming gently.

Since I'm home now, I don't have to plan the next day's stuff. I don't have to worry about 15 girls... All I do is watch Fam Guy and play stupid games on FB.

I do miss camp... But I'm glad I'm home.