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Who Am I?

Apparently there is a regulation that healthcare workers wear an ID tag.  It is not clear whether this is to ensure the safety of the public, remind absent-minded workers who they are, or protect the innocent.

For 23 years, I have performed eye surgery at a number of hospitals and locations.  I have NEVER worn an ID badge at any point while operating.

For one thing, we wear sterile hospital gowns over our scrubs, which would cover any name badge.

For another thing, I do not operate on patients I don’t know or have never met.  I certainly wouldn’t want someone I have never met to operate on me.  All my patients have seen me at least once in my office before any surgery is scheduled.  They KNOW me.  Badge or no badge.

The staff I work with knows me.  I have operated there since 2003.  Sure, there are new people hired now and then.  They get to know me.  No badge required for that little exchange of information.  Some may regret meeting me, but that’s another story altogether.

So while this well-meaning regulation may have some use in certain situations–I fully understand that a patient or family member in a hospital setting might be interested to know who is coming into their room and for what reason–is this person a nurse, a nurse practitioner, a physician’s assistant, a respiratory therapist, or a janitor, or is it someone who just stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night?  I still think simply asking if you are curious would be sufficient, but no one asked me.

But there is no legitimate reason on God’s good earth, why I should wear an ID badge while operating at an institution that knows me, with people who know me, on patients who know me.  And for crying out loud, they have cataracts!  They couldn’t read the name tag anyway!

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But today, the Board of Health (Bom, bom bommm!) came to our tagless institution for the supposed purpose of evaluating and certifying the place.  Basically this means they want to make sure that we are following their rules, even if those rules interfere with basic patient care.  None of this regulatory crap has anything to do with “patient care” anymore than Obamacare has anything to do with patient care (whereas it has everything to do with the government controlling your healthcare for better or worse, but again, that is a story for another day.)

But as I prepared to give patients the gift of sight today, I was accosted by a supervisor at our surgery center who insisted that I wear an ID tag–because the Board of Health (Bom, bom bommm!) is coming.

“Did we check the lights in the old north church?”

One if by land, and two if by sea.

The Board of Health is coming!  The Board of Health is coming!  (Bom, bom bommm!)

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Seriously?  Are you freaking kidding me?

And this serves what purpose in the treatment of my patients today????

The healthcare system in this country is sinking, and apparently the Board of Health is rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.

I was not the only doctor wearing these make shift labels today–we all were.  Misery stupidity loves company.  None of us routinely wear ID badges. WE DON’T NEED THEM.  Doesn’t improve patient care.  And what’s to keep some criminal on the street from stealing a pair of scrubs and using a Sharpie pen to make his/her own name tag?

BTW–the Penn State badge is there because I am not allowed to wear my PSU scrubs anymore–only hospital issue uniforms.  Another brilliant regulation dreamed up by someone who doesn’t have a real job, doesn’t do my job, but knows they can do my job better, and has to justify their existence on this planet by enforcing said regulation.  The PSU badge does improve patient care–it makes me a happy doctor to wear it, and happy surgeons are BETTER surgeons.  Trust me on that one.  (Really, would you want someone unhappy to be putting sharp objects in your EYE!)

At least after I was done pounding my head against a wall in frustration, I could look down and remember who I was!

 

Education Success?

I had the opportunity, in the course of answering a math-related question for my daughter, to see her Probability and Statistics textbook.

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Is this what we are teaching our young people?

Success is “a person being murdered?!”

Is this a new educational directive?

No body left behind?

Chinese Fail

A patient of mine brought me a Penn State lanyard, knowing that I am somewhat of a Nittany Lion Fan.

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But wait.  Let’s look at this a little closer . . .

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Made in CHIAN?

Where the hell is Chian?

Oh, here it is!

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I guess they don’t type Engrish very good in Chian!

I don’t know which is worse . . . that Penn State lanyards are made in China, or that the quality control is so poor that they can’t even spell their own country’s name?  Of course, I am assuming that the label wasn’t made in the USA!

Come on!  You had ONE JOB to do, Mr. Sum Ting Wong.  One job!

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Wet Dreams

A long time ago (circa 1992), in a state far, far away (well, Ohio actually) I crossed the line.

Any man with opposable thumbs and a capacity for abstract thinking knows that line.  It is the line between a weekend warrior and a professional, be it landscaping, electrical wiring, painting, or building a space shuttle.

In 1992, on a dark and stormy night, when my wife was away, I thought I could be a plumber.  Crossed that line; here’s my sign.

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It was a simple problem, actually.  A clogged sink drain on the second floor that would not respond to Liquid Plumber.

I was not going into this unprepared.  I was armed and dangerous.  (I have arms, and I am certainly a danger to myself and apparently to pipes as well.)  In preparation, I went to the local hardware supply store to find the proper tools and ammunition.

I wandered aimlessly through the aisles of plumbing supplies for perhaps minutes—maybe hours—and I might have come back on other occasions as well.  Eventually, I came to a realization:  I did not know what I was looking for.

I stared at the array of pipes, valves, fittings, soldering guns and power tools, many of which were not designed specifically for plumbing tasks but which I thought I could adapt suitably given the correct circumstances and enough beer.

Eventually, a salesman tried to help me.  After I explained my problem, he asked, “Have you thought about a plumber?  You’ve been in here all day looking for something, and you still haven’t found it.  Worse yet, this isn’t even the plumbing section.  These are auto parts.”

Eventually, I left the store with a “snake” to unclog my drain.  He told me how to use it.  A little knowledge, though, can be a dangerous thing.

To make this long story a bit shorter, I couldn’t get the snake to work, even when attached to an electric drill.  Don’t ask.  Just keep on reading and don’t try to get a mental picture of that.  Then I thought I could unscrew the “J” fitting under the sink without a wrench.  Surely, a wood clamp would do the trick.  It did not.  But it did break the hot water pipe.  It didn’t take me long to discover it was the hot water pipe as I tried to plug the gushing hole with my finger.  By the time I raced downstairs with my scalded hand, heading to the basement where the water heater was located–as if I would be able to figure out what to do once I got there–the water had seeped through the ceiling light  into our kitchen.  I hit the wet linoleum floor at full steam.  I also hit a cabinet, I think.  My ear was bleeding.  I was dazed.

After the fact, I reviewed what had happened and made these conclusions:

(1) It is nearly impossible to retrieve twisted coat hangers out of a drain.

(2) Hardware store owners will sell you anything just to get you out of their store.

(3) Do not attach a drain snake to an electric drill.  (I should also note that it is not a good idea to operate electric equipment in a sink plugged with water.  Just trust me on that one.)

(4) If it looks like you should probably use a wrench, then use a wrench (although with a little practice and patience, I think you could get a clamp to work.)

(5) If you have to break a pipe, make sure it carries cold water.

(6) If there is water leaking through a light in your house, don’t turn it on.

(7) If you have to resort to abstract  thinking, or you are looking for plumbing tools in the auto parts section,  it’s likely best to just call a plumber.

YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD HAVE LEARNED SOMETHING FROM THAT DRAINING EXPERIENCE!

Au contraire!  (French for “I am an idiot.”)

It is now 2014 and I have a clogged drain that won’t respond to Liquid Plumber.

I look at the pipes under the sink, and I think to myself, “I can do this.”  (I am an idiot, hear me roar.  In pain.)

I cross the line once again.

I have a wrench this time.  I didn’t need it, though, since the “j” tube has convenient connections that unscrew by hand.

Water dripping!

I run and get a pan.  It’s a baking sheet of some sort, but my wife won’t know.  I only do plumbing when she’s out of the house.

Too much water!

I need a bigger pan!  Maybe a bucket.  Can’t get the bucket in, but a plastic container works fine.

The drain is indeed clogged and I am able to clean it out and restore flow.  Listen to that heavenly fanfare.

Now all I have to do is empty the pan and the plastic container . . .

. . . which I had to tilt sideways to get them into the sink cabinet . . .

[bleep]

It’s like some kind of macabre Chinese water torture puzzle!

Recreation of Plumbing Problem--do not try this at home.  or at work.

Recreation of Plumbing Problem–do not try this at home. or at work.

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I was successful at removing the container and cookie sheet with a series of maneuvers–dumping water out of the plastic container into the pan, and then tipping the pan on an angle to allow water to drain out the door opening into another pan.

I managed to fix the clog without a plumber or a trip to the emergency room.

Chalk this one up as a success!

To keep from getting arrested!ChickenRoad

Have you read about the woman in Whitehouse, TX, who was arrested (tackled and handcuffed) for walking on the wrong side of the road.

So basically, she is walking on the wrong side of the road.  A cop pulls up on a motorcycle and starts asking her questions, such as “are you from around here?”  She thinks he’s flirting and she’s uncomfortable.  (I don’t think he asked her what her sign was or if she walked there often.)  She continues to walk.  He continues to follow her on his police cycle.  Maybe he’s not a cop.  She runs.  He tackles.  Cuffs her.

Sound like a case of over-zealous police brutality?

Sounds like a case of someone who should have been smart enough to know which side of the road to walk on!

I’m sorry, folks, but I gotta side with the cops on this one.  This is a pet peeve of mine, as a runner.  You can argue whether his “arrest” of her was necessary or extreme, but the bottom line here is she was breaking the law, and it’s NOT SAFE.

I was taught in kindergarten that you walk and run AGAINST traffic if there is no sidewalk available.  You bicycle WITH traffic and not on sidewalks.  We also learned about stop, drop and roll if you catch fire while walking against traffic, and that eating crayons or paste is not good for you, especially if you are on fire and on the wrong side of the street.

If you are running, jogging, or just walking Fido, and you are on the right side of the street, then you cannot see the cars coming behind you.  You have no idea if they see you and if they are going to hit you.  You might get clipped by a mirror.

If you are walking on the left side of the street, you can see the on-coming traffic.  You can make eye contact with them.  You can tell if they see you or if they are busy texting.  If they don’t see you, you can get out of the way.

I am amazed by the number of adults who walk or run on the wrong side of the street.  Maybe they’re from England.   It makes me want to tackle them and handcuff them.  (Not because they’re English, but because they’re too stupid to know which side of the street to be walking on!)  Well, if I’m in a bad mood, I’ll at least yell at them to get over on the other “proper” side.  I usually get a confused look in return.  Maybe they are immigrants.  But I get that a lot.  And I digress.

In Pennsylvania, the pedestrian law is the same as Whitehouse, TX:

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However, even if there is a shoulder to walk on, safety considerations generally would favor walking/running against traffic.  Vehicles frequently drift off the side of the road accidentally if the driver isn’t paying attention.  There may be instances when traffic patterns, or the presence of structures like bridge abutments, retaining walls or the presence of road construction dictates walking with traffic as being safer, but for the most part, you should run against traffic.

Let’s be safe out there.

 

Krispy Dreams

America may run on Dunkin, but in Raleigh, they run for Krispy Kremes.

It’s called the Krispy Kreme Challenge, which originated in Raleigh, when some NC State students got hungry and ran 2.5 miles to the Krispy Kreme.  They got their donuts and ran back.  The rest is history.

That may not be exactly how it happened, but the current Krispy Kreme Challenge is a 2.5 mile run to the Krispy Kreme.  You then eat TWELVE Krispy Kreme Donuts–2400 calories!–and then you run back 2.5 miles.  The 10th annual run for the donuts raised $200,000 for the NC Children’s hospital!

I am so there.

I love running.

I love eating Krispy Kremes!  (I cried when the Altoona, PA Krispy Kreme closed.  It was . . .sorry.  Give me a minute.  It was . . .It was emotional . . .I . . .I’m sorry.  I still can’t talk about it.)

As my readers know, I’m really bummed when I finish a race and there’s nothing but bananas and turkey wraps to eat.

Hand me a box of Krispy Kreme donuts and I’ve died and gone to Heaven!

It apparently is a challenge, because you have to complete the five miles and 12 donuts in ONE HOUR.

This is going to take some serious training.

I mean, I’m going to have to start slow.  One mile and maybe two donuts.  Run another mile.  Work up from there.  This could take months and a bazillion calories.  But where am I going to find Krispy Kremes up here along the arctic circle in Pennsylvania????

This is definitely going to take some planning.

Here’s a diagram of the donut interchange:

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Pick up donuts. Eat donuts. Drink water. Run to Law Office. Sue yourself for stupidity.

Look at the boxes of donuts on the tables!

This could be me!  Except for the orange Virginia shirt.  And much older.  Older.  Really older.

This could be me! Except for the orange Virginia shirt. And much older. Older. Really older.

There are definitely strategies to study here.  One blogger wrote about her husband’s participation.  He used gloves (butt inspection gloves!) to avoid sugar hands!  Sugar Hands!  I would never have thought about that!

Some runners flatten the donuts in a stack–like pancakes.   Others wad them up into a single donut mass.  How will I ever know what works best for me?  I’ll have to try them all!

Thank God I have a year to train for this!

I got a notice in the mail from my electric company.

Apparently, my family uses “too much” electricity, at least compared to my neighbors.  I’m not sure why this concerns the electric company, since I do pay them for it.

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Seriously, can you imagine McDonald’s accusing you of eating too many burgers?  Papa John’s declining to bring you a pizza because you order more than your neighbors.  Barnes & Noble refusing to sell you a book because you bought too many?

And just who are these energy efficient neighbors?  I mean, I don’t consider myself to be a waster of electricity, although my computer is on right now.  My house doesn’t look like a runway at night, visible from 12,000 feet.  Do these people live in caves?  Do they never recharge their phones?  No TV?  Granted, we have a pool, which probably accounts for the peak in the summer months, but across the board, we use 71% MORE ELECTRICITY than our neighbors.

I’m shocked.  Maybe I shouldn’t have done that wiring job by myself!

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Do you see a problem here?

 

So I clicked on the Who are my neighbors? link on the web page shown above.  I expected to see mug shots of these “green” people with their solar panels and candles.  Instead, I got this informative report:

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I really don’t think there are 100 homes within 0.8 miles of my house.  And how do they know how many occupants reside in these bastions of energy efficiency?  Does the NSA provide them with data?

And then I noticed where they offer a “full list of energy saving products and services for purchase.”

Now I’m not so shocked.  McDonald’s doesn’t want me to stop eating burgers, they want to sell me a diet plan!

Yeah, I’m not sold on that either.

Maybe I’ll just run an extension cord from my neighbor’s house over to mine.

That should do the trick!

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