1. I'm coming into the 21st Century.... no I didn't get expanded cable, but I am getting a land line. I feel that it's a safety issue. I feel I need one a) for the boy to learn how to dial 911, and b) in the event I am ever gone and have a babysitter at the house, I feel it would be best that there is a land line there for her. (Because if all I have is a cell, then my choice would be to leave it with her, or take it with me, and either way someone is without a phone!)
2. I think that Dr Crazy is falling in love with me. Ok... maybe not. But he is a notoriously hard Dr to work for. He told one clerk that she was NOT under ANY circumstances to schedule his patients because she didn't know what she was doing. (That clerk has been with the hospital for 10yrs, and he told her this last month) He's has made many a clerk cry, quit his office, and refuse to fill in there. Point is... he's hard to work for. Fast forward to today... this is the 3rd time I've been in his office. I collected the patient charts for today, and brought them to the front desk and my co-hort Marsha said "Check the charts for notes. He always leaves notes if he needs something." So I checked, double checked, and then said... "Ummm... there's no notes." "WHHHAAAT?" Says Marcia. "No notes from Dr Crazy." I said. "Wow..... He always leaves notes" She said "you must of done really well." "Well.. I doubt it's that I did well." I said. "My guess is that he just took one look at the charts and said... this clerk is BEYOND hopeless... there's no use leaving her a note." lol Yay me!
3. If any of you, my lovely friends, ever say to the girl behind the desk something along the lines of "WHY DO I HAVE TO SHOW YOU MY INSURANCE CARD. I SHOW IT EVERYTIME!!!" OR "THIS IS STUPID. YOU HAVE IT MY INSURANCE ON FILE." or "ADDRESS AND INSURANCE IS THE SAME." and sit your sorry butt down and not look at me... So help me I will take your scrawny self and get mid-evil on your behind. It's not my fault that stupid JACO and Medical Records makes me copy your card EVERYTIME. And the ONE time I don't ask you if you have made any changes to your mailing address, or who I can talk to, is the one time that you freak out and say WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY HUSBAND ABOUT MY HEALTH HISTORY. I DON"T WANT HIM TO KNOW I HAVE HERPES!!!!! I GOT THAT FROM THE MAIL MAN!!!!!" So this my friends is why we ask. Get off me! lol
4. I'm half tempted to quit Nursing School, and take a full time position in the office with Dr Crazy. (It wouldn't be for him, but for the surgeons in the same office.) IT's a full time position opening up, but.... I will continue with school, and just stay contingent. **SIGH**
5. The smell of paint is 5 times better than any other smell on the face of God's Green earth. (Including new babies!!!!! YEah... I said it!)
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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4 comments:
I think you've sniffed a little to much paint!
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Point number 3 had me in stitches. :-)
WOW! Hearing you talk/write about the whole showing of the insurance card on EVERY visit to the dr office gives me a new perspective. Hee hee!
Step away from the paint can!!
I'm here to help! I"m glad I've enlightened you all on the insurance card protocol.
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