Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Snap, Crackle, Chop

So I was dictating a slightly snarky note about a new patient whose workman's comp carrier had suddenly decided-- at the point where an MRI was requested by the occupational health clinic -- that his recurrant symptoms were not work-related and further care would have to be through his own insurance and PCP. Since he has no PCP he ended up in the walk-in clinic where I work.

The spectacle of yet another payor trying to weasel out of paying on the slimmest of pretenses was giving me heartburn. Work-related heartburn, oddly enough.

So I was dictating and being a wee tad snarky, and for the word "bureaucracies" my pal the dictation software decided to cheer me up with a choice malaprop:

puerile crispies

What a grand new word for those bureaucrats whose mission in life it is to deny healthcare to people who need it!

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Thirty Five. Count 'Em.

What Samuel Jackson said about snakes and planes

I would like to say about leaves and our yard.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for a massive dose of ibuprofen and a hot shower.

If I can still get up from my chair....