Hunting in a Doc Blind


(I apologize for the formatting of this posting. Seems the WORD PRESS blog editor isn’t worth a shit. Spent 1 hour writing it and have spent the last two hours trying to get it to format correctly. It ignores my changes and my 60 wpm typing results in having to wait for this java editor to catch up. Anyway, on with the topic … but you might be able to guess what the next topic will be.)

If it walks like a Doc and Talks Like a Doc doesn’t necessarily mean its a Doc!
The Medical Services industry, an industry in which we blindly trust those who we believe are there to help us in times of physical distress.
Food for thought – If you were on your way to 7/11 for a Slurpee and a person dressed poorly, unshaven, reeked of body odor had a knife in his hand and approached you and said to you – “I believe you have a tumor and I can operate and take of that for you!”  What would you do. Run? Call the Police? Or if you were strong enough, would you subdue this person?
Well, we tend to do the opposite with someone who has MD after their name on an office door. The person in this case wears, perhaps, a white coat. Dressed nicely, and has a large staff and a waiting room filled with magazines that are at least 6 months old.
You pay this person to diagnose your ailment. And this person tells you that you have an aliment that needs to be removed via what is know as invasive Surgery. It will require you to report to a hospital and have this procedure done.
Without question, you are admitted the the hospital for the procedure. Without question you allow  unknown people do the procedure. One Doc, using drugs, puts you to sleep for the procedure. The person is in charge of shutting down your brain, via drugs. And this person is in charge of making sure that your brain is sleeping to a point that boarders death, and keeping it there so you don’t wake up during surgery and you don’t die during surgery.
Then the surgeon takes a sharp knife and cuts open your body and does his job of taking care of your ailment, surrounded by Nurses, assistants, Aids, or whatever.
Then upon completion someone sews you up. And in the recovery room people monitor your recovery until you are well enough to go home.
PROBLEM – You fearfully take action against the guy at the 7/11 .. But you do not question the Doctors who recommended the surgery, the Doctor that  performs the surgery, you do not question the person that is in charge of putting you to sleep, you do not question the people who take care of you afterwords, nor do you check out all the people who are involved in the whole process.
Fact – The person at 7/11 who approached you is Human. The People involved in your medical procedure are humans.  Yet, one you fear and the other you blindly trust.  Both of these situations are humans offering to cut you open for an ailment they, however they did it, diagnosed the ailment.
“The Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA) produced an article highlighting these medical malpractice lawsuit statistics, with regard to patient deaths:

106,000 patients die each year from the negative effects of medication
80,000 patients die each year due to complications from infections incurred in hospitals
20,000 deaths per year occur from other hospital errors
12,000 people die every year as a result of unnecessary surgery
7,000 medical malpractice deaths per year are attributed to medication errors in hospitals

This totals up to 225,000 deaths each year, due to medical negligence of some nature.  And that number is ever growing.”
What is it that prompted to write this?
Tuesday, Feb 21, 2011 I fired my doctor after a series of  incidents with her.
I have had some good doctors and some I should have questioned. Tuesday I decided I wasn’t putting up with this type of activity.
The incident I am about it explain mimics incidents  I have had with other doctors and their offices.
1. Appointment Time: If you have a job and must take off (sick leave, vacation time, or leave without pay) to see a Doctor for an appointment at, 3 p.m. you expect to been seen at 3 p.m. (I understand and it has happened, that things like heart attacks of other patients in the office may delay you being seen).
What happens too often in some offices is overlooking (for lack of a better word). Showing up for my appointment 10 minutes early (2:50 pm) and not seeing the Doctor until 4:15 pm is unacceptable. And in my case I made the appointment because of Blood Test Results that the Doctors office repeatedly called me to come in because the results were, and I quote “BAD”.
a. I pay a large insurance premium due to age
b. I pay a copay
c. And if I were not retired and working I pay  via lose of sick leave, vaction time, or loss of wages if I am off work without pay.
It is my feeling that when one has an appointment a 3 p.m. and isnot seen at 3 p.m. that the doctor should pay me for my lost time. And I have every intent to bill this doctor for my lost time.
2. Office environment: Staff behind the glass singing songs to what’s on the radio. A sneezing wheezing guy walking around and was presented with a box of fruit and vegetables from the staff while in the open door exam room. Left the room and took the present of goodies to his car and came back to the exam room. All the while sneezing and wheezing thru the waiting room, staff area, etc.
3. Office acoustics: Everyone in the office area. Includes waiting room and open exam rooms could hear the diagnosis of every patient and their treatment regime and calls to pharmacies for prescriptions. (Patient / Doctor Confidentiality Violation). Mr Sneezy Weezy was diagnosed with a contagious virus.
4. physician knowledge of Presenting Conditions: I originally made an appointment with this doctor in November because I had been stung, while fishing, by a sting ray. She was said to be a wound specialist. (not documented in my research of the Florida Medical Board).  I was Stung in the had and had a open puss oozing sore and a blister next to it. My right hand.  When I made the appointment I gave them the facts of this.
Upon seeing the doctor she held out her hand and shook my wounded hand and asked me why I was there?
After inspection .. the WOUND SPECIALIST had to look up what a Sting Ray was and the type of toxin it may have injected in my hand, which she had just shaken with her hand.
5. Exam continues: Then she went into my medical history. I told here that I had just moved to Florida from Virgina and could arrange for my 26 years of medical records to be sent to her. She said that it was not necessary.
I am one who believes that the more pieces of puzzle you have the clearer the picture becomes. It’s like buying a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle missing 750 pieces and trying to figure out what the total picture is. But NO .. she didn’t need that.
Then she asked about my alcohol intake. I admit I consume scotch more than I should. But she became fixated on that. My hand was no longer a problem, and without any further physical examination other than one look at my wound I began to get a lecture.
She ignored my previously diagnosed arthritis, my potential of having diabetes due to numb toes and a family history of it, my back pain due to bone spurs, and told me that all these symptoms were due to over use of Johnny Walker.

However had she had the pieces of the puzzle (my medical records) she would see that these things I described from my medical history started long before Johnny showed up. But she refused to listen.
Meanwhile the office staff where all loudly singing christmas carols.
6. Exam Results:  As stated before … they were annoounced loudly enough so that all the people in the whole office, waiting room heard that I was diagnosed to be an alcoholic. And she prescribed Librium to help me stop drinking.
HEY LADY DOCTOR WHAT ABOUT MY  PUSS OOZING STING RAY TOXIN INJECTED HAND?
Also she stated I had HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE. Put me on Blood Pressure Meds. What she didn’t hear and if she had my records she would see that every first blood pressure test I have had upon a Doctors visit is high. 10 minutes later it returned to normal. I requested that she take it again. She said okay. Never happened.
Also due to the hand thing she said I should get a Tetnas shot. I said okay. Never happened. Got a call at home a few hours later saying to come back in because they forgot to give me the shot.
She also gave me a script for blood test at a lab.
7. Tuesday: After being called twice requesting that it was urgent that I come in because of the blood test results, I showed up for my 3 p.m. Appointment.  75 minutes later she came into the exam room. (By this time I was fuming)
My wife was in the room, as I had given permission for her to know everything.
She looked at my wife and said how are we doing. (My wife was not the patient). Then she looked at me and asked me, “And how about you?”
Did not work well.  I told her that I was irritated because of a 75 minute wait.
That’s when she made the major mistake of making a statement that I had received from some other doctors in my lifetime (story at a later date on past doctors). She said “Well I had other patients that I had to see, and I haven’t even had time to have lunch. If you needed to see me on an urgent or emergency matter you should have said something.”
My response – “DR. YOU CALLED ME ON AN URGENT MATTER, I DID NOT CALL YOU! APPOINTMENT IS OVER”
(Note: The result of the blood test was in the exam room before she came in. I read it and it was pretty close to what it always has been and she would have figured that out if she had my previous record.)
I walked out. She finished the appointment with my wife.
a. She said my being anemia was due to bone morrow problem due to drinking (NOTE: I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ANEMIC)
b. She wrote a letter stating she refuses to see me again because I walked out. (Was explained to my wife it was for her liability protection.)
Moral of the story – Perhaps there are some people that know more about things than you realize yet look and act different, and  maybe there are professionals out there that know less that what we blindly trust.  So be sure the next time if it looks like a doc and walks like a doc …. Listen to see if it quacks!

Link to Doctor Mentioned above’s rating:
http://www.ratemds.com/doctor-ratings/832795/Dr-Janet-Tobin-PORT-CHARLOTTE-FL.html

I Got a Ticket


Well it’s time for another rambling on Stuff. I once called these things …. Sermon from the Couch. Today it’s Ramblings from the Lanai.

Subject : To Be Determined after I get done.

So what’s bothering me you ask? Or if you didn’t ask your going to hear about it anyway. Just paid $25 to update my blog Domain Name for another year so I get to rant, rave, complain, complement, criticize, put down, build up, and just generally blow steam now for another whole year.

Where we live now, Ayrshire Circle in Port Charlotte, FL. is having a yard/garage sale today and tomorrow. Bonnie said she had to be up by 6 a.m. to put things out by 7 a.m. for this event. I said nobody comes to these things that early. And that’s where I erred.

Since Bonnie, being a retired language arts teacher, has more books in boxes in the garage than library of congress, many of the items we put out on the driveway for the sale were books. And some other items.

We’ll I was blown away by  the number of people who stopped by between 7 a.m. and 12:55 pm. And not only was it the number people …it was the  people.

I have never ever in my life met people who were so warm and friendly.

I am not Mr Verbal Conversation .. but I did not meet one person that I could not carry on a conversation. People who could share stories  with me and I with them.

Southwestern Florida is a considered retirement area, a Snowbird Area, and certain portions, a tourist area.

After Bonnie’s and my careers ended we moved here for reasons that I have written about before and will not go into now. The stress level here, compared to where we have lived and what we have experienced in our lives, well on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being highest stress, is -1!

Unlike the Washington D.C. area, here I can honestly say, “I HAVE NOT MET A PERSON I DIDN’T LIKE, NOR HAVE I MET A PERSON WHO ACTED IN ANY MANOR THAT WOULD MAKE ME THINK THEY DIDN’T LIKE ME!”

There is this BOOK that talks about love. One of the translation of a statement on the four types of Love one is called AGAPE. Agape is considered unconditional love. It is a form of love that I, regardless of what I just said, that humans are not totally capable of. But, if we were, the people I met today and have met since moving here, it is close. Really close.

Just the fact that anyone will accept you for who you are, who you where, will share stories without prejudice, will say a kind word, laugh, smile, wave, and not mention what you need to do to be something different is not only foreign to me but so unexpected and such a bizarrely pleasant experience.

We sold some stuff. Made about $80, but more importantly made some new friends. In fact we actually gave away some things for free.

So what’s the morale of this story? Forrest Gump said the famous line of “Life is like a box of chocolates, ya never know what your gonna get”

My Life?

I think that statement holds a bit of truth, but I’ll change it based on my life .. “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never get what you expect!”

And now, at retirement age, the golden years they call them, this baby boomer, presently, not only has a great box of chocolates, this baby boomer got the GOLDEN TICKET!

DEBATE THIS!


Well here I sit, 1:31  A.M. Sunday January 29, 2012. And as some of my postings on this blog start, I feel the need to write, yet have no idea what the subject will be, or where this is going to go. So I will consider this a random mind dump. So what you will read here is … well let’s say Steve’s rambling created by letting my fingers do the walking as my mind does the talking.  So here we go.

Lots of stuff in the news these days. Republican Debates, or as I call them material for Saturday Night Live, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Bill Maher, and any other comedic show or comedians. There will be many comedians out of jobs after the Presidential elections in November, of which the first to go will be those who are running as Republicans as presidential candidates. Mite Robme, Newt Cringerich, the Sanotorium Guy and Ron Fall.

And standby for the mud-slinging political ads on the TV that generally make as much sense and are as honest, truthful and full of actual facts as the Great Professor Irwin Corey .

Let me ask you a question. Well it’s my blog so I am going to ask you whether you let me or not. How many Elected Officials have you seen, who spend millions on running for office, going to small restaurants and shaking hands with people, who visit factories of hard-working citizens, who stand in front of an about to be foreclosed upon home and give speeches, who  walk the streets and shake hands every of person they meet , who visit senior citizen homes, who go and meet and greet just about every common normal everyday American Citizen, ever repeat this ritual after elected?

It’s like a car salesman…”What can I do to get you to vote for me today?” Once the sale is complete, or in this case, once elected and they get their commission, they don’t remember who you are and their service center takes over because the guy with the promises and sales pitch  is too busy to deal with you because he/she is, as it was in the beginning, continuing to meet his/her goal of self-preservation. And only when it is time for the next sales or re-election, does this person suddenly return to the vote sale routine.

And what really pisses me off, just like  car sales, the most outgoing, friendly, quick talking, verbal fluff generators, continue to convince people that the Lemon Clunking Junk they are selling is a REALLY GOOD DEAL

I have not followed the debates closely. I usually don’t watch them. There is more time spent in the debates, which shouldn’t even be called debates, where each person, not stating what their ideals are, what the plans are, what they can do for our country, how they can lead, how they can influence congress, etc. but instead the so-called debates are nothing more than them telling the country what the person next to them can’t do.

These debates and present and upcoming campaign commercials you see on Television are nothing more than trying to get votes by doing one thing … trying to convince the voters that their opponents are nothing but low life crooks.  And the voters, at election time end up voting for the candidate that looks better because he/she did the best job of making the other candidates look worse than them.

Do we the American people want to elect a President based on his/her’s ability to be the best at making themselves look good by having the talent to make others look worse than them. If so, I suggest Don Rickles run for president, as he is a very experienced person who can run a campaign that would be the most successful in the present ideology of the better you can insult someone and get someone to buy it the more likely you will win. And his campaign manager should be Professor Irwin Corey who is an expert of using many words, in many ways, and  say absolutely nothing.

At least, a team of Rickles and Corey would be equivalent of what going on now …. But it would be a hell of a lot more fun. And with the economy today medicine and psychology has  said that laughter is the best medicine. At what is presently going on is just as funny. But many people think of this absurd political crap going on now as serious. And it is. And it is a serious problem because it is funny where there should not be funny. Where problems need to be addressed the only problems being addressed are the faults of their opponents.

I will not vote for the person with the least faults, or the person who is the best at putting down other people. I will vote for some one who can “RISE  ABOVE” the competition of  “SELF EGO BOOSTING” and tell me what they are going to do, vice what their opponent can’t.

So I close with this ………….. The best Republican candidate for President of the US in the 2012 election hasn’t shown up yet.

I’m Steve Worden and approve this message.

Another Christmas Letter


As much as I dislike the …”what I did this past year”  letters, I find myself writing the same.  Read if you wish, or discard as desired.

Been a fun, but really strange year. Last year, I had thought, was a year that could not be beat. This year, I think we did it. But it isn’t over yet, as it is only Dec 5, 2011.

January 2011, we made a decision to move to Florida. Having been there a few times while Bonnie’s mom was still with us, we found that Florida was an interesting new place that we really enjoyed.

Bonnie wanted to move to the mountains on a lake where we could enjoy the seasons, the spring, the summer, the beauty of the leaves changing in the fall, and the snow of the winter.

However, I had a different idea and constantly reminded Bonnie from Nov to January when the snow storms quit, the snow had turned to big piles of ice  and getting around became a pain in the rear end.  My comment, to her, during the aftermath of the storms, and the isolation of being in the apartment from Dec to April was “IT AINT THAT WAY IN FLORIDA”.  And the constant harassment by my good friend who had moved to Florida about it being 70 degrees in Feb, while we in Manassas VA were in the 40’s, kept the constant reminder in my head that I had to wait at least until May until I could  open my windows  and doors and sit on the deck of our place and watch the trees once again turn green.

Finally, Bonnie came around.  The late sunrise and the early sun down, the cold winters and my constant “It ain’t that way in Florida” got here attention. After 42 years of teaching elementary school and my showing her pictures of her, during the trips to Florida, a couple of (okay a bunch) of pictures of her during our trips compared to the pictures of her during the school year, showed the amazing difference in the stress lines in her face.  You could see the stress during the school year and you could see the total absence of it during our trips.

And here is where God  was , as I see it now, with me. I spent from January 2011 until March 2011 searching the real estate ads of every house for sale in Florida from  Boynton Beach south on the east coast of Florida and form Tampa to Naples on the west coast.

I compared House to House, Floor Plan to Floor Plan, Prices, HOA’s, Fee’s, and on and on. Bonnie wanted to live on an island, We both wanted to have vegetation around the house (not empty lots), neither of us wanted the restrictions of a HOME OWNERS ASSOCIATIONS or DEED Restricted property. And we both did not want the floor plan of a house that looked like an open auditorium.

We found three.  Two were short sales on Pine Island. Researching Short Sales. I decided it was not a good idea to go with them.  The Third … we did what I DO NOT recommend doing.

I contacted the real estate agent, and made her promise me that the picture I saw of the property  were EXACTLY as advertised. She Did. We put a contract on it, and bought it. UNSEEN.

In April 2011, we flew to Port Charlotte to see what we had purchased. It was as advertised. Needed some yard work, but with the exception of a few surprises with the appliances it was what we were looking for.

Meanwhile, we had booked our 3rd Cruise on Carnival Cruise Line for a cruise to Bermuda. Not the place I wanted to go because it was a “PROPER” expensive island. But I had score to settle with the Cruise Director of the Carnival Pride and the price was right.

Upon Return from our house tour, we went on the Cruise.

Turns out that both weird decisions, the house purchase and the Cruise to Bermuda, ended up being awesome.

Closed on the house in May. Had a weird adventure with the movers and ended up getting completely moved to Port Charlotte Florida by July 1, 2011.
Cheryl, a good close friend of ours came down the end of June and stayed until July 15.  Kids came down and stayed a week or so. Then in August we flew to Kansas City Missouri and  stayed with my sister Sue then drove to Lincoln to Mom and Dad’s. Spent time with my Sister Sheri, and Chris, Mindy, Ashley, and Dillon.

I had not been seen them for at least 10 years or even more. It was a great, and for me, a scary time, which all worked out in a way that I would have never imagined.

October brought on an unplanned adventure. I had a score to settle with the BLUE CREW of the Submarine Crew of the USS JAMES MONROE SSBN 622.  Long story, but I vowed in 1978 that I would one day return to the USVI of St Thomas to avenge their being able to go ashore there during a post ship yard Test while we, the gold crew. We were not able to go ashore and had to watch from the deck of the sub, the island, while we had a barbecue on the missile deck.

So the opportunity presented itself and we took the Carnival Dream Cruise to Nassau, ST Thomas, and St Maarten..
November 2011, upon a semi challenge from a good friend, ex-boss, and the father of two boys who  where  good friends of Allyn’s , met Mr Scott Higgins and his mother in Jacksonville who were going on a cruise for his mothers 75 birthday.So we cruised to Nassau, and Half Moon Cay.

It is now Dec 5. and Dec 7 we will be formally joining the Port Charlotte Yacht Club, which as of our meeting with many of the  members via a yard sale and subsequent Lobster Bake and New comers meeting … I have yet to see any yachts.  But a fine group of poeple.
There is much more that has happened. But the Bottom Line here … is This:

For everything there is an equal and opposite action. (I believe Newton figured that out).

So if Life hits you in the head  with a BAA (BIG ASS APPLE) and knocks you silly, if you be patient  and keep your cool, that apple will produce a tree with rewards that you cannot begin to imagine.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
and
Sincerely
Steve and Bonnie

Chuck


Last week, I read a posting on John Heald‘s Blog.  John is a Brit, who has a sense of humor that is, well,  British.  John also, just happens to be the Senior Cruise Director of Carnival Cruise Lines.

If you ever decide to read one of his  daily blog postings and are not ready for his style of writing you are gonna be laughing your ass off or totally grossed out.

But this posting is not about John. This article is about Chuck.

In a blog posting last week John, who was having to do some work at the Carnival Cruise Lines Home Office in Miami wrote that it’s a shame that in today’s busy world there were just not enough “inter office practical jokes” taking place.  He gave a few examples of some during the time he “had” to work in an office and he provided a list of suggestion for Office Practical Jokes.

Unfortunately, by now,  he knows that I was in the Submarine Service and is rapidly finding out that British Humor has to some work to do  to become as devious and crass as Submarine Sailor humor  (or at least as itwas in the ’70’s/’80’s)

All of his suggestions regarding office humor I have been taken part in, either as an instigator  or a victim. And I have been a witness to or participated in or been a victim of far more bizarre events.

So to keep it fairly clean, I responded to his blog with an example of a practical joke within a practical joke.

But now it may have resulted in the ultimate. It sadly may have ended up as a practical joke in a practical joke in a “Gotcha”.  (Just who got who is yet to be determined)

The two people involved in the events described below were, of course me, and Chuck.  I call him Chuck, because that’s what we called him.  An awesomely friendly guy, with the personality and (almost) the looks  and speaking voice of the lead singer of Alabama.  (Don’t think Chuck could sing and didn’t want to know).   He also, at one time managed one of the busiest and most profitable McDonald’s in the Country. That career ended when he reportedly fell of the roof of the McDonald’s restaurant while attempting repairs. That ended his McDonald’s career and it also ended any normal use of his knee.

Chuck, then changed careers by attending computer programming school and ended up at the same company I was working after I got out of the Navy. He was surrounded by a office atmosphere which consisted of mostly ex-submarine sailors. And reluctantly but, with a not to be whipped spirit attempted to keep up with our shenanigans.

Chuck also met a man who worked for the company and found out that he was the was the founder of the Redskins Hogettets.  A weird group of guys who dress up in women’s dresses, wear pig noses, strange hats, suck on plastic clown size cigars and take over a section of redskins stadium for each game rooting for the Redskins Team. The name Hogettets, I assume, came from the fact that  at that time,  members of the Redskins  team were called the “HOGS”.  The Hogettets were and still are not only great team supporters but were and are extremely involved in charity work.  And Chuck was part of that.

After I wrote below comment on John’s Blog,  I had a posting on my Face Book page from the Hogettets  regarding Sunday’s game. So I went to the their website to see if Chuck was still involved.

I didn’t find him so I wrote to the email address provided to inquire about his status.

I was told CHUCK passed away a few years ago.

Chuck, an awesome friend. A guy, regardless of what your first impression of him was,  would never let you down.  A friend who, since I left that company where we worked from 1986 to 1992 I had not seen since.  And for the whole time since we worked together, he lived less than 5 miles from me.  A friend whom I had never made the effort to get together with since. Except  one time in the late 1990’s he called me and invited me to lunch .. but I couldn’t go because of prior commitment.  And missing that lunch, I truly regret.

Regarding the incident described below perhaps,  in a strange  sort of way, perhaps Chuck is now “rolling on his heavenly cloud laughing his ass off” and saying “Steve! – “GOTCHA!”

Read on —

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This is my comment on John Heald’s  blog regarding Office Practical Jokes

Never have liked practical Jokes. They aren’t really Practical. However, if you are a victim of practical joke .. the best reaction and response is NONE … THEN TURN IT ON THE JOKER!

Case in point … Office workers where I worked had a thing with doing things to peoples offices while they were away on travel.

I returned to my office after being gone for a week and everything, including my phone, was missing from the top of my desk. Pictures, phone list, …everything. Everyone in the Office New who did but where playing along.

My reaction … I didn’t react. And waited. The Criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. For two days people would check me out for reactions. I acted like nothing had happened.

I suspected that the person who was checking me out the most would most likely be the culprit.

After HE left work one afternoon, I check out his office, and low and behold there was my stuff.

So I stole it back .. BUT I RE-HID it somewhere else.

Next day I told him I heard thru the grapevine that he had taken it. We laughed and he went to the place where he had hid my stuff and it wasn’t there. I got about three days of him sweating and apologizing, while searched for my belongings.

On Monday I came in early, before he did, placed all the items back on my desk.

When he came in and saw it I just looked at him and thanked him for returning my stuff.

He just blubbered something and walked away.

To this day, he never knew what happened.

(And JOHN .. (pulling the SUBMARINERS CARD AGAIN) .. That’s the difference between a submariners sense of humor and that bland British Humor!)

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So perhaps we should not put off getting together with old friends and share memories and good times and bad times.

And for some strange reason, I’ve got this feeling Chuck will be preparing a place for me!

Miss ya Chuck!