Find the hospital’s ombudsman. Find them, and tell them what you were told by this doctor. Do it now. Do it while people’s memories are still fresh. Do it while you are there to be able to see how the hospital follows up this complaint.
While my father was in this past summer we got jerked around by an arrogant ass of a neurosurgery resident. Among other things this jerk told other staff things that contradicted what the neurosurgeon in charge had told us, and then formulated treatment plans based on this erroneous diagnosis! And refused to talk to us. Then put my father on a surgical schedule to shut us up over the weekend. And took him back off the schedule first thing Monday morning.
We sent in a letter of complaint about our treatment with this asshole, and got patted on the head by the neurosurgeon - and told that it must all have been just a miscommunication somewhere. :mad:
And because we didn’t raise a stink at the time, enough time had passed that they were able to go all ‘he said/she said’ and sweep it under the rug.
What you describe is completely inexcusable. That pogrocket shouldn’t be allowed contact with patients nor family, if that’s what she’s saying to people. Especially if it’s any sign of how well she reviews records of a patient treatment file.
Really and truly (although I’m not sure about #2…not sure I’ve tried it since I learned The Truth). I learned this in a bathroom that had helpful instructions for the hapless toilet guard user such as myself. And BTW, Ferret Herder is also right…the middle part is supposed to hang into the water so it gets flushed hands-free, but this is also accomplished by peeing right on it.
I’m growing out my ultra short hair and it is at the stage that too long to do anything with it ( about 3 inches) and to short for tucking behind the ears and lays flat on my head.
I will be wearing hats all winter looking like a sk8tr boi. A 41 year old pudgy female sk8tr boy.
A note to Lion Brand Yarn,
Dear Buttheads.
Please have all your colors available in all yarn weights. This means if you offer Spice in Bulky/chunky, the exact color should be available in worsted and vice versa. Sometimes you want to do a project that is a quicky in bulky, and sometimes you want the exact same color in a thinner yarn for more detailed work.
Also, having the primary colors available in worsted AND bulky/chunky, would score you major points, too.
Speaking of hair rants, I’m off to get my hair cut at the cheap-o place I go to. I’ll just pre-emptively rant at the weird hair cuts they give me. And why,you ask, do I keep going there? See “cheap-o place.” (Plus I have really forgiving hair - when your hair normally curls up randomly, you can get away with some really bad haircuts.)
Well, my hair rant is that I thought I’d finally found someone to cut my hair the way I like it. The first time I went to her, she did it perfect. Over the next two cuts, she has transformed my hair into something completely different! Why do they do that??? If I wanted it cut differently, I would let you know, sister. Otherwise, I just need you to replicate your own work.
Sigh. Now I have to grow things out. It’s like they have no control over themselves when they have a scissors in their hands. The snipping must be so hypnotizing that they just. can’t. stop.
Well, the haircut actually isn’t too bad. The hairdresser, however, left a lot to be desired. At one point she was complaining to me about her co-workers, and I think she told me about her affairs and how she’s into “coloured guys” now (I couldn’t always hear what she was saying, and really didn’t want clarification). Lady, I just met you. Don’t tell me anything personal. Seriously. Not only do I not care, but I don’t want to hear it.
I remember reading about what you were going through with your father, and feeling how wrong that was.
I’ve only just woken up, but as soon as I can get a good angry going (which is getting there re-reading what I wrote last night), a huge email is going straight to the hospital’s complaints and feedback line, with copies bcc:ed to my mother and myself. If nothing comes of it, the next step will be a letter - registered mail.
I called in an order at my favorite local eatery. There are two guys standing more or less to each other. There’s a lady near the sushi fridge box at least five feet away. So I figure she’s still looking for her lunch. I get behind the two guys and I notice the lady is boring a hole through my skull with her eyes. So I ask her, “Were you standing in line?”
Then she gets this exasperated look on her face and says, “Yes, I was.”
Dumbass. How about actually standing behind the person you’re behind in line, so it’s obvious? Sure, respect people’s personal space, but shit, when I’m in line, I make it apparent. I don’t assume that my force field will allow me to stand the distance of a half a car behind the next person.
And to top it off, she actually forced the rest of the line to stand near the door. Idiot!
Here’s a radical idea: when you’re giving a PowerPoint presentation to a different department than the one you usually work with, howzabout you take five minutes and take out all the stuff that’s specific to your department that has no bearing on what we do here? And let’s try using spellcheck as well–typos in your presentation make you look like a doofus.
Stupid stupid cold! Go away! It’s midterms! I have a Biblical Hebrew exam tomorrow!
Tell you what: disappear overnight and you can come back Saturday. Really. You can stay a whole week because then I won’t have to fucking concentrate as much.
As it is, today I’ve done hardly anything. I am getting a 4.0 in the class right now (I think) so I guess I should calm down, but I’m a little shaky on some of the more recent stuff and I need to study!
ETA: The midterm is 20% of the grade, but the quizzes, assignments, and participation total 50% and I’m acing all of those.
Asshats, buy some sunglasses!!! Slamming on the brakes whenever it gets too sunny is making it more likely that someone will rear-end you when you stop for what seems to be no fucking reason. Are you new? The autumn sun is always like this up here. Don’t make me design the sunglasses cannon I keep daydreaming about.
Have you considered telling them that the only sunglasses you’d load in the cannon would be things like this. I figure if you’re going to make threats - make sure they’ll be really threatened by them.
Ooh - piggyback on your autumn sun in your eyes rant, I don’t think drivers realize that the car behind you is driving into the sun, too. Howsabout turning your lights on so your taillights also come on, and the guy behind you doesn’t have to find you by braille?
First off, the whole problem you had with the speaker portion breaking and refusing to pass along a signal during normal operation hours. Very frustrating.
Once the faulty phone was switched out, however, that was no longer a problem.
Secondly: What the FUCK is up with this “You can ring a patient up after 9 PM, but we won’t put through your voice to their earpiece” idea? So, in order to keep from disturbing your patients when they should be sleeping, you don’t have your switchboard simply automatically say via a voice-mail type recording, “We do not put calls through to our patients between the hours of 9 PM and 7 AM.” Simple, and informative, and above all, you won’t disturb the patient. Instead you let things ring through, wake the patient - and once they’ve gone through the effort of picking up the phone, you leave them to wonder what vital message is being cut off?
Are you trying to maximize you patient’s stress or something?
You sent out a “customer satisfaction” survey, asking for complete honesty - you even noted it would be anonymous.
I actually was honest. Y’all suck diseased monkey balls.
Showing up a WEEK later to discuss a “problem” is not acceptable, especially when I clearly noted when my in office days are on the form and you show up on a day when I’m not in. By then I came up with a fix and that was that. Until last week when my telecommuter partner started having the same problem. I told him how to work around it. He, for some reason, told IT I was having the same problem and I have subsequently been deluged with email requests to replace my tablet. No. When y’all exchanged his tablet it didn’t have some of the important programs you insist we use (I’m looking at YOU, V-Go crap) and some of the programs were outdated. He ended up taking back his “broken” tablet and using my fix.
I have had problems with my internet connection in my home office. I have called you guys NUMEROUS times about it. Guess who gave up and works off her home DSL connection because you guys can’t figure out what the problem is. When you tell ME to call Comcast they say they will not come out on my request - you have to call. I tell you that and you have no idea what to do. Ugh.
There are more than a few other issues I have with our IT “Helpdesk”.
Oh, and it wasn’t anonymous. DON’T have the person who causes the most problems call me and try to excuse himself. Don’t blame ME because you’re inept. Don’t tell me I have unrealistic expectations - I EXPECT the tool I require to work to, you know, WORK and if it doesn’t I expect at least a college try.
Dunno if this deserves its own thread or not, but in this week’s Time magazine:
Pretty shameless. Do these people not understand that this is a democracy, where the right to vote exists on a much higher plane than that of petty politics?
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, honey, what did you do to your hair? I love the curls. You do need to get a haircut. I assume you haven’t scheduled one, of course?” (the last said in that tone of long-suffering martyrdom)
I explained that the curls come out when the hair is long enough for them. It’s finally reached the length where if I tuck it behind my ears it stays put for more than three milliseconds: no, I do NOT require a haircut!
Sierra, I hope things get better soon, both with your husband’s health and with the way y’all are being treated.
Dear Heboss:
You’re a nice guy an’ stuff, but when you’ve got the damn flu and your doctor has told you you’ve got the flu, and your bosses have told you to not fly here this week stay at home! You get paid if you don’t work, but I don’t, and I’m already feeling it raising damnit.
Not-so-dear Heboss’s bosses:
Next time you have someone who comes to work with a fever, don’t just say “oh, I don’t think you should be travelling.” Send his butt home. Just grab his laptop, he can’t work without it and it’s company property!
(Plus I have really forgiving hair - when your hair normally curls up randomly, you can get away with some really bad haircuts.)
