Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Just...No

I am not really a girly girl, but I do like to get my nails done every couple of weeks and indulge in a pedicure every 5 or 6 weeks; maybe more often in the warmer months. Hey, I deserve it. I walk my dog every day and spend 8 hours on my feet at minimum. You only get two feet.

 I have been going to my present salon for nearly 7 years.  I am not all that fussy about who does them because they all know what they are doing.  Plus they can always fit me in the same day, which is good.

There is a  TV in the salon; it is always on.  When I first started going there, it was constant music videos, the owners favoirites being concerts of the Eagles, Celine Dion, Tina Turner, ABBA, and, oddly, J Lo.  I have heard all of these many times.  When they got a bigger TV it was movies for awhile.  Now, it is daytime talk shows and soaps, CNN, reruns of The Golden Girls and other boring stuff depending on what time of day I hit the salon.  It is generally quiet and calm, low conversation and the staff not overly chatty.  Just the way I like it.

Today I stepped into a Bizarro World; a new nail tech flirted shamelessly with one of the male technicians.  One woman shrieked into her cell phone incessantly (you know how I love that).  A whiny woman complained about the smell of acetone (seriously??  WTF did you expect in a nail salon, moron?).  Worse still was a man and wife duo getting pedicures and talking about the benefits of cosmetic surgery while "The Replacement Killers" movie was on TV. So NOT relaxing.

What's the world coming to? Next time it will probably be "Kill Bill", with the odor of acetone replaced with Old Spice.  If this turns into a men's nail salon, I'm outa here.

Monday, October 24, 2011

If He Could Only Go Back in Time

It has been at least three months since I have had to work with Bobo and I can't say I've missed the little twerp in the slightest.  Since he is the antithesis of team player he is always such a pleasure to work with.  Especially annoying is that he is still like a rabid squirrel on the 20 minute or less door-to-doc time. 

Most of the time the patients see the physician within the allotted (and heavily marketed) time frame.  Mostly the delay lies in the minor detail of the registration process as it is unwieldy and takes a ton of time.  There used to be two registration clerks, but  the Brain Trust that is administration actually cut secretarial hours after 3 PM so now there is only one until 7 PM when outpatient services close.  Brilliant.  This has resulted in ridiculous waits for the appointment-making and insurance-having outpatients as well as walk-in routine blood draws.  On 3-11 it can get pretty busy since both the ER and outpatient department business picks up.  It doesn't help that a couple of the secretaries are deadly sloooooow.  Thorough, but slow.  There is apparently no way for the Suits to speed up this process although I know it is MUCH faster at Pseudocity Hospital.  Probably faster at any hospital  that has a vision of rapid registration as a simple but effective means of improving satisfaction scores. But that would just make sense, what do I know.

So to recap, patients are triaged promptly but often fall down the rabbit hole of registration.  That gets Bobo's tighty whities in a wad.  He used to say is was because the nurses were taking too long to triage.  WTF?  I wasn't taking that lying down, so  I began adding the time "triage competed" boldly next to the triage time.  In most cases it was less than 5 minutes.  He probably noticed that I only did this when he was working, and that I had instigated the other nurses to do the same.  Thus endeth the discussion of how long nurses take to triage.  But did it do anything to speed up registration?  Um, no.  I learned to make copies of complicated med lists for the above average patient who came equipped with such because we must HAND WRITE med lists or we get dinged, another stupid time waster.

Some of the other docs fail to write down the times of their first interaction with the patient and leave it to the nurses. It is usually a guess as we are also responsible for noting the following in addition to triage time:  time to room, time physician sees patient, time of labs, xrays, EKG's and discharges in addition to the obvious like meds given, IV starts, vital signs, pain scale, blah, blah, blah.   I've mentioned that Bobo obsessively writes his own times down, and gets testy if we fail to write down time to room.   I think he gets a prize for having the fastest door-to-doc times, even if it means going out to triage and seeing the patient first if the nurses are in the middle of something he can't drag us away from.  I have occasionally found him in triage if we are especially busy, so that his time-to-patient  is earlier than the triage time.  I don't think he has realized that this doesn't help his numbers at all as "door" time is calculated as "triage" time; the system won't calculate a minus.  It also doesn't take into consideration that there is sometimes as much as a 20 minute wait for triage.   

Last night I thought Bobo would have a stroke.  There were sick and complicated patients, multiple admissions and transfers, endless phone calls ("You have asked me to make 3 phone calls, start 2 IV's, and splint a kid; which would you like me to do first?"), the death of an end stage liver patient who's family was in denial which entailed even more calls and tied up a room for 3 hours (with the ER wake/viewing), and one nurse-accompanied transfer necessitating calling our boss in to cover for an hour. 

Notice to all the non-urgents in the waiting room who expected rapid service: due to circumstances and Actual Emergencies beyond our control, 20 minute door-to-doc is suspended for the evening.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

You Might Be Having a Bad Day If.....

....you are burned by falling "into" a bonfire.  While you are wearing spiked heals and drinking tequila
....you get into a car accident while enroute to the ER.  With a tick bite.
....you are fake-vomiting into the toilet (ie, sound effects and  spitting). Then your brand new I phone falls in.
...."you just can't get hold of" your doctor and you need an emergent narcotic refill.  He is here in the ER and  says he fired you a year ago.
....your friend pierced your navel for you after you were forbidden to have it done.  You are not 18 for another week and we need parental permission to treat you for that infection. 
...you come into the ER for back pain so bad you needed to be out of work today and will need to be out for the weekend.  I did not triage you. But you did wait on me at the drive-up window at Dunkin' Donuts about an hour ago.  Nice to see you again.
...your dog is startled by a cat and bolts, you pulled off your feet, and your head hits a rock.  You are 71 and have a fractured skull.

Which one is the worst Bad Day?

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Today's Last Patient of the Night......

.......was a 32 year old male who just wanted to ask a question about whether or not he should be seen, thus incurring an ER charge.  His 5 day old tattoo was looking a little red and swollen even though he had scrupulously treated it as directed by his tattoo artist with A&D ointment. 

Here is a teachable moment: as always, if you are already in my ER and "just want an opinion if I should be seen", the answer is, with few exceptions, yes.  Liability.  Even if it is for a stupid reason.  This was not a stupid reason, and he did have an infection.  Antibiotics.

Interesting conversation overheard between the patient and Cripes:
Tattoo guy: "Yeah, I have some tattoos so I know how they should be treated.  The place I go is really clean and uses all sterile stuff.  I've never gotten an infection before"
Cripes: "Well, it's good you came in"
Tattoo guy: "I have been getting a few tattoos over the last couple of years.  I used get piercings when I was younger but I've found that tattoos are more socially acceptable than piercings, more main-stream, ya know?  You're more likely to find business people with tats, see.  I work a lot with the public"
Cripes: "Oh, what do you do?"
Tattoo guy: "Auto salvage.  And I have quite a car collection.  Are you a car guy, Doc?  What do you drive?"
Cripes: "Oh, I have a Tundra"
Tattoo guy: "I have a 1945 Blah, a 1957 Blah Blah, a sweet 1960 Blah Blah Blah a..." (he listed about 6 more classic cars). 

I don't know, like, or care about cars.  Someone talks about cars or golf and I start doing the multiplication tables in my head or fake a seizure.  Booooooooooooooooooooooring.  But I did think the guy's take on the social implications of piercings....insightful.

PS  Aren't you dying to know what kind of tattoo he had?

It was a a horse.  Ya know, like on those sports cars?

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Found on the Bathroom Bulletin Board

My religious hospital is always having some kind of fund raiser, asking for money, donations of time, collecting for Christmas baskets and back-to-school-backpacks, food pantries, the Lenten diaper drive, soliciting for nine different kinds of cancer, Sister Mary Clarence's beer fund, inner city victory gardens, windmills over Holland, employees with acute need, orphans in third world countries, etc, etc, etc.  It is something every single week, literally.  For a non-profit, they seem to want to squeeze every last penny out of the people who work there.  I pick my battles and one or two things a year.  I prefer to choose my own charities mostly.

So as I perused the Potty Notes, I came across this interesting nugget:

"Collecting Items for the Homless (sic)"

sweatshirts
toiletries
sleeping bags
tents
socks
hats
shirts
sweatpants
blankets
crockpots


Crockpots? Ooooooooooooookay!