tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68164139642525280932024-02-18T20:05:12.657-08:00Dethmama ChroniclesThe true adventures of a hospice nursedethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-51834835863055874852009-11-12T22:10:00.000-08:002009-11-12T22:13:01.869-08:00An EarWorm 4 U<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNP5erCmYcQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNP5erCmYcQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-77710569512108471562009-07-20T18:25:00.001-07:002009-07-20T21:25:14.109-07:00Ghost Tour<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjKvRCgwoh6Xhe8Stm6E7KUDKhbi_1C708xmJghcnr8IWVCzB-pEHRdDvSGt05Vb_djLBjpIxGcRmxmk-JwiowWyrTzP60LYdCOdOx8KQj5Vs6RFsszVMzhstQfdZUci2Csek7NPMoGHR/s1600-h/funny-dog-pictures-i-is-ghost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjKvRCgwoh6Xhe8Stm6E7KUDKhbi_1C708xmJghcnr8IWVCzB-pEHRdDvSGt05Vb_djLBjpIxGcRmxmk-JwiowWyrTzP60LYdCOdOx8KQj5Vs6RFsszVMzhstQfdZUci2Csek7NPMoGHR/s200/funny-dog-pictures-i-is-ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360718870004775666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I recently watched an interview with Tom Underwood, who shot one of the most compelling videos ever of a <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Residual_haunting" title="Residual haunting" rel="wikipedia">residual haunting</a>.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I've seen this footage many times, but actually seeing and hearing from the man that shot it, really added to its credibility.<br /><br />The filming took place just before dusk in October of 2001 on Triangular Field </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">in the <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gettysburg_Battlefield" title="Gettysburg Battlefield" rel="wikipedia">Gettysburg National Military Park</a></span>. <span style="font-family:verdana;">According to Mr. Underwood, </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">he and his wife, Delia noticed unusually bright flashes of light in the forest that could not be explained by either fireflies or motorized vehicles. Tom set up his video camera and the rest is ghostie history.</span><br /><br /><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xlyofmznOs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xlyofmznOs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Ghost Theory.com has a brief, unedited interview with Delia Underwood </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.ghosttheory.com/interviews/gt-interview-gettysburgs-ghost-video/">here</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As an added bonus, here's Keyboard Cat Does The Shining...</span><br /><br /><object height="315" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rt15HCq4htw&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rt15HCq4htw&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Click on the label "ghost tour" for all of my ghostie posts and check out <a href="http://dethmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/chattering-irma-and-ghost-of-mr-h.html">Chattering Irma and the Ghost of Mr. H.</a> for my, so far, one and only hospice ghost experience.</span><br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/934d4ef9-37ad-4760-8cfd-8b4a6da1fbda/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=934d4ef9-37ad-4760-8cfd-8b4a6da1fbda" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-50242900825883165582009-07-18T11:00:00.000-07:002009-07-18T11:23:58.397-07:00TwitterLadies and Introspection<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7tiaFIEu5NZIiQhHEUYAlfVv67rC4X6f0aGtiaLo9UnD_BqIWMrD-vtHLPDggUaRdPrxlpVDO9Eap6QZ46XbHOePvH1DZR-UcpZ-YIJVIk-6HU5JQqfr5tptAnY9ecl6wbXq8PFxIjy0/s1600-h/diana-rigg101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7tiaFIEu5NZIiQhHEUYAlfVv67rC4X6f0aGtiaLo9UnD_BqIWMrD-vtHLPDggUaRdPrxlpVDO9Eap6QZ46XbHOePvH1DZR-UcpZ-YIJVIk-6HU5JQqfr5tptAnY9ecl6wbXq8PFxIjy0/s320/diana-rigg101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359554863049244050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm every bit the failure at <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_network_service" title="Social network service" rel="wikipedia">social networking</a> on the internet as I am in real life.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">I've no MySpace, no Facebook and I have no idea how to make <a class="zem_slink" href="http://twitter.com/" title="Twitter" rel="homepage">Twitter</a> "work for me".</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I played around on <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/" title="BlogCatalog" rel="homepage">Blog Catalog</a> for a while, had a little fun, got bored and left.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There are, however, a few diehards that, in spite of my anti-social behavior, persist in trying to get my attention. That would be the <a href="http://twitter.com/Morrison380?utm_source=follow&utm_campaign=twitter20080331162631&utm_medium=email">naughty ladies of Twitter </a>(not sure how long that link will remain viable) and those that would like to assist me in the task of enlarging my penis.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> While flattered by your attention and impressed by your tenacity, I'm afraid that you're all barking up the wrong demographic.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I will admit to having had an enormous "girl crush" on <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm01671/" title="Diana Rigg" rel="imdb">Diana Rigg</a> during her stint on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Avengers_%28TV_series%29">The Avengers</a>. Well, actually, Dame Diana still makes my heart flutter a bit.</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">(I absolutely adore the photo of her above and wish I knew more about it. Anyone?)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9TZANVFoxSBIOyukB7GyWQvJp2I4LpBWeVYi1AKT2cz_HDQwEX8iiUuhhreRPtDZPjxSUrBcCCpjteA81SdcaVEw_P_rOhAB3aUMwiEgV5Bu1db0UeiIDSWNSpOowKrTn3_m5x7e0v_KT/s1600-h/175810.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9TZANVFoxSBIOyukB7GyWQvJp2I4LpBWeVYi1AKT2cz_HDQwEX8iiUuhhreRPtDZPjxSUrBcCCpjteA81SdcaVEw_P_rOhAB3aUMwiEgV5Bu1db0UeiIDSWNSpOowKrTn3_m5x7e0v_KT/s320/175810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359561453046841570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Oh, Mrs. Peel...(<span style="font-style: italic;">sigh</span>)<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thinking about this a bit, I suppose I wouldn't be completely averse to a snuggle with <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001401/" title="Angelina Jolie" rel="imdb">Angelina Jolie</a>. We could be in for the night, on the sofa, with a good movie and a big bowl of popcorn</span>. <span style="font-family:verdana;">Suddenly, Brad would burst into the room and cry out, "What's going on here!?" and then we'd all have a good laugh and then... Hmm, she is a little too thin for a good snuggle, though, isn't she?</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_TRVu6TsG_hyphenhyphenxRXM0tp5oVL8Vbklax6n4OxCknhQ2ub-4c8JBQtCioHxHR8fqlVirrt1i-m5LrhVzfL2Cp7EJ_M2HaZ9pd_Nhq9BxZEg5CAoQinQtJhy20GEb8j4sqDh5W80C7hMSkiq/s1600-h/244471_a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_TRVu6TsG_hyphenhyphenxRXM0tp5oVL8Vbklax6n4OxCknhQ2ub-4c8JBQtCioHxHR8fqlVirrt1i-m5LrhVzfL2Cp7EJ_M2HaZ9pd_Nhq9BxZEg5CAoQinQtJhy20GEb8j4sqDh5W80C7hMSkiq/s320/244471_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359844507434834258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I can give it the old, college try, but the kids will have to stay at home!</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />All right, now I have it. <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0991861/" title="Nigella Lawson" rel="imdb">Nigella Lawson</a>. Perfect.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">An amazing cook of all things sensuous and the epitome of womanly curvatude.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">I honestly can't think of any woman more snuggle-worthy.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2WC5erNoaHb8t7O1iee39wGehIv-DT83JLHjxILqrx2dx4jYVRrIP-z2ADVCV2PPNFt0hT7QtPhg0DG0g7he1-88MeBmcSgD1NhKT8KHtTnG-SADwpcQN2im-dhJMqCEkg0OwxekR4ig/s1600-h/nigella129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2WC5erNoaHb8t7O1iee39wGehIv-DT83JLHjxILqrx2dx4jYVRrIP-z2ADVCV2PPNFt0hT7QtPhg0DG0g7he1-88MeBmcSgD1NhKT8KHtTnG-SADwpcQN2im-dhJMqCEkg0OwxekR4ig/s200/nigella129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359853844220297650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">First things first, Nigella. Did you bring the cheesecake?<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />So apparently, I'm not as "straight" as I thought. Just <span style="font-style: italic;">very, very picky</span>. The TwitterLadies are really going to have to class it up <span style="font-style: italic;">a lot</span> before they deserve my attention.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">However, I am standing firm on the whole penis enlargement thing. Go away. Just stop it. I am not interested in a BEEF1ER WE1NER.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div></div></div> </div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/ae320cdb-6cf4-4d59-9483-4fde1ac65355/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=ae320cdb-6cf4-4d59-9483-4fde1ac65355" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-36655980504960622662009-07-16T13:45:00.000-07:002009-07-16T13:46:20.022-07:0010 Reasons I Love the Inter-web<div><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">by Insurance Guru</span><br /><div></div><br /><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Was able to determine that the ant traps the dogs ate wouldn't kill them.</span><br /></li><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU-HI9Q7FUWLxAeyXx-eUaWJD5bKrh4zCQsBOV7u9G9qS5uPmrTRWLIDd3d9FnCUoa_ha4NA6SEpp-i8_5nGj_uH8IapsQOtnM3ZSr01MES1JD4kMHSBSq0C3La7ZUMEeg28tBJYrdtzZ/s1600-h/bait_Full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352886176976854482" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU-HI9Q7FUWLxAeyXx-eUaWJD5bKrh4zCQsBOV7u9G9qS5uPmrTRWLIDd3d9FnCUoa_ha4NA6SEpp-i8_5nGj_uH8IapsQOtnM3ZSr01MES1JD4kMHSBSq0C3La7ZUMEeg28tBJYrdtzZ/s200/bait_Full.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I can work from home. (i.e. home "cube farming")</span><br /><br /><br /></li><br /><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Adopted the most recent rescue dog from the Inter-web. Pretty sure no one else would've taken her.</span> </li><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2S7SXVMDYceZoW1Adb1tBAJVf4MB272Uxp35Y6NZEcCJzI-flSY-lXu_9tT3B4QfGn6SG-Z1_4iavGpyaU_k8ABDLhjtPXDD-jkZPFkbSIlQCSTrcrzWq4N-RxCi5yOt6aY9MN2OZo56W/s1600-h/dumb+dog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352887588454791426" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 116px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2S7SXVMDYceZoW1Adb1tBAJVf4MB272Uxp35Y6NZEcCJzI-flSY-lXu_9tT3B4QfGn6SG-Z1_4iavGpyaU_k8ABDLhjtPXDD-jkZPFkbSIlQCSTrcrzWq4N-RxCi5yOt6aY9MN2OZo56W/s200/dumb+dog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Get to see Bruno and Eminem at the 2009 MTV Movie Awards over and over again.....(warning - butt cheeks ahead)<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZOggq_I7-M&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZOggq_I7-M&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></span><br /></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Google.</span><br /><br /></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Found the unfindable sized bi-fold pantry door for 60 bucks. Delivery included.</span><br /><br /></li><br /><div><br /></div><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bill pay on the bank web-site.</span><br /><br /><br /></li><br /><div><br /></div><br /><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">When I have extra cash, E-bay.</span><br /></li><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Spending a little time with all of our Gentle Readers.</span> </li><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><ul></ul></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>insuranceguruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07234371413328518694noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-7247001842441441592009-07-13T13:02:00.000-07:002009-07-13T15:37:51.464-07:00Courtroom Chaos and Cash<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSaVDVPMMw9Q2IFDXsen7l0Inl3PjurfSyUpPruF2GQf3x1sMARJPo4aJ6BIIAyeEsKvISvS8v21de49QXk16-iQC_9Rhky9nnoJPajDzSMCRXkTAjNG8jn4y0NfWMijUF4revn2JOQzX/s1600-h/court_room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352891379200812210" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 148px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSaVDVPMMw9Q2IFDXsen7l0Inl3PjurfSyUpPruF2GQf3x1sMARJPo4aJ6BIIAyeEsKvISvS8v21de49QXk16-iQC_9Rhky9nnoJPajDzSMCRXkTAjNG8jn4y0NfWMijUF4revn2JOQzX/s200/court_room.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">By Insurance Guru</span><br /><br />I recently accompanied a friend to a court appearance. The background story as to why she was there isn't really relevant to the goings-on that I witnessed that day. First of all, the court room was jam packed. Apparently, a recent holiday had led to some "over-booking". What the heck - even the airport couldn't beat this place for high, quality people-watching. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">First person up to bat was an lady from Armenia. She spoke broken English but declined a translator. Accused of shoplifting, she was given the "misdemeanor speech" by the judge... "up to a year in jail or probation, a fine and other costs, blah, blah, blah. She plead guilty, got 10 days in jail to be served if she didn't complete the year's probation. She also had to pay a $500.00 fine and complete a shop-lifting diversion class provided to the city by Wescalpem Enterprises. Wait a minute....who doesn't know shoplifting is bad? How much of a kickback does the city get for this $250.00 class that my dogs could teach?</span><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Batting second was a young man reappearing for a curfew violation back in 2002. No - that is not a typo. I would've apologized for wasting this young man's time, but no - the judge said he "hoped the young man was staying out of trouble". Excuse me? ...If all I had to show for my mis-spent youth was a curfew violation? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Batting third, fourth and fifth was a trio of Hispanic shoplifters that needed a translator. See same result as batter number one.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Number six was a DUI. This fellow had to pay $1500.00 in fines, serve 30 days in jail with work release allowed for twenty of those days. For the remaining ten days of the sentence he's on house arrest. Of course he had to pay 25 bucks a day for the ankle bracelet and pay for the DUI diversion classes provided to the city by Nobucksforu Inc. I'm pretty sure there were other fines and assorted costs in there, but I couldn't keep up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Number seven was a young man accused of assault. The funny thing about this is that it had previously been dismissed... twice. According to the judge, the city had a year to continue to bring this up. So they did. There's probably some big bucks to be had from the Hitting/Yelling is Bad diversion classes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The entire afternoon parade went on in the same manner and my friend's case wasn't heard. It was a standing room only day at court, but what an education in our judicial system.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">After watching all this money grabbing going on, my friend "lawyered-up" the very next day. It was expensive, but let's give the bucks to someone doing their job. In less than two weeks time, all charges against her have been dropped without another visit to the cash court. We still have to wait a year to see if they've developed a "Fines are Cheaper than a Lawyer" diversion class.</span></div></div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/7d24585c-ad05-439b-aadc-3d80458d276e/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=7d24585c-ad05-439b-aadc-3d80458d276e" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>insuranceguruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07234371413328518694noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-40134565044687842122009-07-10T16:29:00.000-07:002009-07-10T16:49:37.284-07:00Routine Site Meter Check... Oh, My God!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Some disgusting perv did the Google search shown below and my site popped up as having the potential for "happy, fun time" for this guy.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYJMxJDQ65yhuNK_b0IcNlXdAE2VFmplbMFE8ROW3zoswmr_7xJqBo1zqIGE8HSCd9yyxRf_Q0KENiHpUOju8fR_tOiwjsid-R_dRrveocau3CqSwS42nFpA6OO8Qk3UVcnebbiNH_FdN/s1600-h/sitemeter+screenshot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 38px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYJMxJDQ65yhuNK_b0IcNlXdAE2VFmplbMFE8ROW3zoswmr_7xJqBo1zqIGE8HSCd9yyxRf_Q0KENiHpUOju8fR_tOiwjsid-R_dRrveocau3CqSwS42nFpA6OO8Qk3UVcnebbiNH_FdN/s400/sitemeter+screenshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356978002138877586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Apparently, my story, <a href="http://dethmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/drunken-fists-of-fury-part-1.html">Drunken Fists of Fury</a>, is what made the connection to his search.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> It's going to take a while for me to psychologically heal from this.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-32985714398750359872009-07-08T08:50:00.000-07:002009-07-08T08:58:54.368-07:00Arrogance 101<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0jJexgu9bA3fEYp0LtZPG2M_6i6QiHk3HHPEs8DKGkFlgvGeA5B2lYZ4n-ENgAoXcgBP-4fEcbfmgRkOg-juWk0FeJKUZJfCDvEfrEuBVds_SuoJgV8mCP8O9VeX0hFcjYA4RR9J-gzd/s1600-h/arrogance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355863665071364290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 136px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0jJexgu9bA3fEYp0LtZPG2M_6i6QiHk3HHPEs8DKGkFlgvGeA5B2lYZ4n-ENgAoXcgBP-4fEcbfmgRkOg-juWk0FeJKUZJfCDvEfrEuBVds_SuoJgV8mCP8O9VeX0hFcjYA4RR9J-gzd/s200/arrogance.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" >by Insurance Guru</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do they have this class in Med School? Is there a 101 and a 110? Maybe a refresher required every year... 201, 301, 401? Maybe a 510 by instructor approval only? Dethmama's last post made me want to pull my eyebrows out one hair at a time and then I opened my newspaper.... let me just say the eyebrows are gone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Headline - "As rating sites grow, doctors voice concerns". I use all sorts of ratings sites; the latest <a href="http://dethmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-wild.html">"camping castle"</a> is the result of a long search using comments made by other owners. I've never booked a Dethmama and Guru vacation without consulting Travelocity, Orbitz or any other place I could get first hand information. I read comments on anything from the latest skin product I may try to the plumber I allow into my home. I know how to exercise my "skepticism muscle" while doing research. So why is this an issue for doctors? Well - hang on to your eyebrows.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The doctors are worried about the reliability of the reviews and the tendency of comments to focus on "customer service rather than competency." Are they mutually exclusive? Would a doctors head explode if they managed both at the same time? As a patient why shouldn't I expect both? </span><em style="font-family: verdana;">My</em><span style="font-family:verdana;"> customers do.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There is also doctor outrage that unhappy customers are more likely to post (duh) and that many of these sites are unmoderated. Reading between the lines, I believe doctors think we are illiterate cavemen that wouldn't know superior care if it saved all the starving children in Darfur. Yet, the bulk of the sites allow doctors to post rebuttals to any comment they feel is inaccurate. Do they? No - what a pedestrian bother that would be. If I'm looking for a dentist, it may be important to me to that they don't have private exam rooms or that an OB/GYN was two hours late for an appointment or that a group of family physicians made someone feel welcome.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Enter </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.medicaljustice.com/">Medical Justice</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">, a North Carolina firm that offers a "Mutual Privacy" confidentiality agreement. Look for these, coming soon, in that pile of paper on the clipboard in the doctor's office. They essentially state that you, as a patient, will not post on rating sites that fail to meet Medical Justice' s standards. I didn't find any links to an "approved rating site" on their web page. Gotta be a typo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is just another example of the isolating sense of entitlement and arrogance in the medical profession. If I'm sloppy and snippy at work, someone tells my boss and my boss tells me. I don't ask them to leave their free speech rights at the door before I do my job.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some sites to review:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.angieslist.com/Angieslist/Default.aspx?af=103001&marid=sA7Xt2djV">Angieslist.com</a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.ratemds.com/social/">RateMDs.com </a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.vitals.com/">Vitals.com</a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.drscore.com/">DrScore.com </a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">PS. I have the Guru Crystal Ball out and predict that this will eventually become an </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.ama-assn.org/">AMA</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> issue. </span></div><fieldset class="zemanta-related"><legend class="zemanta-related-title"><br /><br />Related articles by Zemanta</legend><ul class="zemanta-article-ul"><li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"><a href="http://blog.bioethics.net/2009/03/whos-scared-of-a-little-online-feedback-doctors/">Who's Scared of A Little Online Feedback? Doctors.</a> (bioethics.net)</li><li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"><a href="http://www.sexywidget.com/my_weblog/2009/03/muzzling-is-not-a-social-media-strategy.html">Muzzling is not a Social Media Strategy</a> (sexywidget.com)</li><li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"><a href="http://scienceblogs.com/denialism/2009/03/rating_your_doctor_-_is_this_a.php">Rating your doctor online - is this a good idea? [denialism blog]</a> (scienceblogs.com)</li><li class="zemanta-article-ul-li"><a href="http://www.plastic.com/article.html;sid=09/03/10/19080645">What's Your Choice - Healthcare Or Free Speech?</a> (plastic.com)</li></ul></fieldset> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/40c61975-f4cd-4f7f-8ba6-2dd9133b3897/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=40c61975-f4cd-4f7f-8ba6-2dd9133b3897" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>insuranceguruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07234371413328518694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-26989735815971139602009-07-06T13:30:00.000-07:002009-07-06T14:05:12.083-07:00Blinded By Arrogance. Is There a Code For That?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREJxLLKfCKYnqkuf8LYoLT-2yZ4-MWgl9bSwwAWeRVPCCMxgyyId9Q5PFfOZxu1CLwDAJna3aRH6RqY9m8A8dg0kHtQa2ubE-dtutF_iShlRbATbQZ4VVPqRxmX-rHDyyZ60PcD6fnxQb/s1600-h/322623_f520.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREJxLLKfCKYnqkuf8LYoLT-2yZ4-MWgl9bSwwAWeRVPCCMxgyyId9Q5PFfOZxu1CLwDAJna3aRH6RqY9m8A8dg0kHtQa2ubE-dtutF_iShlRbATbQZ4VVPqRxmX-rHDyyZ60PcD6fnxQb/s320/322623_f520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161185956566562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Once in a while, I'll read a couple of unrelated blog posts and they create a singular, powerful, visceral reaction...<br /><br />Nurse K of <a href="http://crasspollination.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-resuscitate-patient-happy-style.html">Crass-Pollination</a> brought to light one of <a href="http://thehappyhospitalist.blogspot.com/">Happy Hospitalist's</a> blog posts relating an interesting experience he had with a "near code" experience. The following is a partial excerpt from <a href="http://thehappyhospitalist.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-may-have-died-from.html">his story</a>:<br />__________________<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Let me give you a story. I was doing my normal daily rounds on a patient when I walked in and just stopped. I stopped and I listened. I looked for signs of life in my 67 year old man who was admitted with abdominal pain. I stood there. Watching. Calmly observing.<br /><br />It struck me as odd. For a full thirty seconds I saw my patient breath exactly one time. I turned on the lights and noted a remarkable physical finding (another reason to always turn on the lights). <a href="http://www.harrisonspractice.com/practice/ub/view/Harrison%27s_Practice/Cyanosis_and_Clubbing/141275/0">Cyanosis</a>. A physical finding in which the skin turns purple due to an increase in deoxyhemoglobin in the capillaries (I will never forget the cause of cyanosis due to my exposure to one of the greatest pimping attendings of all times).<br /><br />So I calmly walked out of the room, walked to the nurses station and stated calmly:<br /><br /><span>"One of my patients is about to code. What would you like me to do?"</span><br /><br />This is probably the quickest way to get a nurse to jump out of their chair and come bedside to your assistance. I think in retrospect I lost the golden opportunity of a lifetime to pull the code chord and watch every nurse on that floor flock to my room with me standing there saying<br /><br /><span>"What would you ladies and gentleman like to do about my dying patient?"</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">___________________<br /><br /></span>The deluge of comments on both blogs was crazy impressive and made for some really good reading.<span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nurse K even received this interesting <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> revealing comment from Happy himself:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><dl id="comments-block"><dd style="font-family: arial;" class="comment-body"> <p>Nurse K. The words of distress you express are internally driven. What I wrote was a compliment to the nursing profession.<br /><br />Your first miscue was to believe that because the drugs where nurse given and not PCA that some how the problem was caused by a nurse. I stated, quite clearly that not every patient responds the same. Contrary to your belief, I think nurses do an excellent job of preventing patients from overdosing and dying in the hospital from narcotics . IV narcotics are used so freely in hospitals these days, it's not a mystery why more patients aren't being knocked every day. It's because of excellent nursing care and evaluations. But excellent nursing care can't prevent every patient from experiencing a side effect. And I made that quite clearly. There is no blame here. It's an acknoledgement that every patient is different and we will never be able to prevent injury in all patients while treating pain in all patients.<br /><br />This was a compliment to your profession. It's time to accept it as that and move on with your life.<br /><br />As for your assertion that I should just start bagging, perhaps your experience in an ED clouds your judgement of hospital based protocols. The patient was not coding, nor did I foresee her getting intubated. That would be an astute bedside clinical observation based on my knowledge of the situation.<br /><br />I did, however, foresee the need to have a team present quickly to assist with her rescusitation. An amazing team of nurses and respiratory therapists that respond to any acute emergency in Happy's hospital<br /><br />We have excellent protocols in place to make thorough evaluations happen quickly and effortlessly. My asking for assistance from the nurses is an acknowledgement to their abilities to expediate those protocols.<br /><br />You see, when I ask the nurses what would they like me to do, I was asking for their honest opinion. My first inclination as a bed side physicians after summoning the floor nurses for assistance was to get the patient a quick dose of Narcan and handle it ourselves on the florr. That, I felt would be appropriate.<br /><br />The nurses suggested I activate the emergency response team due to their excellent evaluation skills.<br /><br />So I did. I gave Narcan and the ICU team arrived quickly. And that's exactly what I had them do.<br /><br />The first thing you do when you come upon a patient in arrest or near arrest is call 911. That's what ACLS trains you to do. It is not to start your ABCs. I might suggest you go re review that portion of the protocol<br /><br />Beings that you proclaim to excel in emergency rescusitation of patients</p></dd><dt>_(all spelling errors per Dr. Happy)_____<br /></dt></dl></span><br />At this point Dr. Happy is so blinded by arrogance that he actually sees nothing askew about calling "911" for a code in an acute care hospital. Okay, so if this isn't having an "arrogance effect" on you, let's try another "code-related" blog topic...<br /><br />Jay, of <a href="http://twowomenblogging.blogspot.com/">Two Women Blogging</a>, wrote an excellent article called <a href="http://twowomenblogging.blogspot.com/2009/06/breaking-code-by-jay.html">Breaking the Code</a>. In this post, Jay discusses a resolution that the AMA considered passing. The wording of this resolution was so shocking to me that I actually thought that this could be a hoax. It wasn't. Here is the resolution in its entirety:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Resolution 710</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >(A-09) </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Introduced by: Michigan Delegation </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Subject: Identifying Abusive, Hostile or Non-Compliant Patients </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Referred to: Reference Committee G </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > (J. Leonard Lichtenfeld, MD, Chair) </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Whereas, Many patients are becoming more abusive and hostile toward physicians for many </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >reasons not limited to the economy, increasing co-pays and deductibles, unreasonable </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >expectations and demands, a lack of instantaneous cure, arrogance and/or the belief that they </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >“own” their physicians; and </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Whereas, There are decreasing numbers of physicians both in primary care and specialties </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >especially in terms of access; and </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Whereas, Increasing noncompliance with treatment can reflect negatively on physicians during </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >black box audits by insurance companies and oversight governmental agencies; and </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Whereas, Abusive, hostile, and noncompliant patients result in increasing office resources </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >adding to office overhead and added stress on all of the office personnel, which can lead to </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >potential ill health; and </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Whereas, The stress of dealing with ungrateful patients is adding to the stress of physicians </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >leading to decreased physician satisfaction; and </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Whereas, Any complaint to any oversight investigative regulatory body leads to uncompensated </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >expenditure of time, resources, and monies to defend physicians or the “guilty until proven </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >innocent” principal; and </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Whereas, Physicians need to own the data to simplify patient collection and identification to </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >defend themselves as well as alert outside investigating agencies to the potential nature of the </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >patient’s records; therefore be it </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >RESOLVED: That our American Medical Association ask its CPT Editorial Panel to investigate </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >for data collection and report back at Annual 2010 meeting: 1) developing a modifier for the </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >E&M codes to identify non-compliant patients and/or 2) develop an add-on code to E&M codes </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >to identify non-compliant patients. (Directive to Take Action) </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Fiscal Note: Staff cost estimated at less than $500 to implement. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Received: 05/06/09 </span></blockquote>__________________________<br /><br />Ho-lee crap! The good news is that this resolution didn't pass. The bad news is that apparently no one in the Michigan delegation saw anything inappropriate about the wording of this thing. What is wrong with you people? Where did this kind of arrogance get its start? Is there a cure?<br /><br />I'm no psych nurse, but when arrogance has grown to such a proportion that it distorts reality to this extent, I'd think it would qualify as some kind of personality disorder. Is there some kind of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DSM-IV_Codes">DSM-IV Code</a> for this? If not, I think we need a code.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote></span> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/d5e7ef14-b4c1-46ae-917a-43f3479f4558/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=d5e7ef14-b4c1-46ae-917a-43f3479f4558" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-3936528789614547572009-07-02T08:00:00.000-07:002009-07-02T09:19:29.803-07:00Michael Jackson RIP<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfk9_cf2yMnz2aVYCR3nHn96FBBiKkjSdbMtsGlRmNMgI2rJ5cbe6Oq2Ksa9iL2_SGDHdslVkX7p0KDBfUlTr4AK_8qV947g5Cx-retabbLbaIqjq4O3kH8hnp2jG_Vgjgf2dwFNVU8zQI/s1600-h/mj2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352491120908489842" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 109px; height: 136px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfk9_cf2yMnz2aVYCR3nHn96FBBiKkjSdbMtsGlRmNMgI2rJ5cbe6Oq2Ksa9iL2_SGDHdslVkX7p0KDBfUlTr4AK_8qV947g5Cx-retabbLbaIqjq4O3kH8hnp2jG_Vgjgf2dwFNVU8zQI/s400/mj2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">by Insurance Guru</span><br /><br />I'm going to miss <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001391/" title="Michael Jackson" rel="imdb">Michael Jackson</a>. He was part of the sound track of my life for the past 35 years. You have to respect his talent and drive while acknowledging the maelstrom of his life. </span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I was in Barnes and Noble today, the store music was all Michael Jackson and a bit louder than usual. It was interesting to see shoppers, in their 60's, tapping their toes, the teenagers singing along with "Black and White" and the employees all humming along. I'll admit to my share of toe tapping as well. I would've moon walked, if I could</span>.<br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I hope he is at peace now and his suffering at an end.</span></div> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/c9a0074a-70b2-46c4-a1de-30d1379f0a28/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=c9a0074a-70b2-46c4-a1de-30d1379f0a28" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>insuranceguruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07234371413328518694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-86525884047284611662009-07-01T12:51:00.000-07:002009-07-01T13:00:51.456-07:00Palliative Care Grand Rounds Vol. 1, Issue 6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJUumpAIEm4ulUNz4if93dSkIIcAjHcOZf95R12TIgQjMFfFQdUUf5RVlr7sTFvBKM8DeJQXpEsX-oeOaTgZ4A5jRu7i9f-Mh5vrWlLstiLBPRKA1EYl9gyromxa7Y-UIm7D4k27ZGC1f/s1600-h/images(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 77px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJUumpAIEm4ulUNz4if93dSkIIcAjHcOZf95R12TIgQjMFfFQdUUf5RVlr7sTFvBKM8DeJQXpEsX-oeOaTgZ4A5jRu7i9f-Mh5vrWlLstiLBPRKA1EYl9gyromxa7Y-UIm7D4k27ZGC1f/s320/images(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353582423863516946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">This month's PCGR is now up at Tim Cousounis' <a href="http://palliativemedicine.blogspot.com/2009/06/palliative-care-grand-rounds-vol-1.html">Palliative Care Success</a> blog. My sincere thanks to Mr. Cousounis for his great job and his contribution toward furthering the visibility of bloggers in the field of palliative care. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now get on over there and start reading!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-55713774338997957862009-06-29T22:00:00.000-07:002009-06-29T22:56:57.698-07:00My New PCP!<p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >by Insurance Guru</span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRc5kXDfuPo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRc5kXDfuPo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just think of the savings on prescriptions!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>insuranceguruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07234371413328518694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-68858422854106752052009-06-28T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-28T00:02:50.613-07:00O Dethmama, Where Is Thy Sting?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnzj1uUMXnG4KpV6RNSgWiUOUsVK0zLyaiXWQkwXx2qq-divbtZ1IGs5qjYjaLnuk9E0CWzl1WnKtCDrNsCiWHQgu0jQhe66FSn0stZDtQQ9luvpIPwgUyqeiVGd5wsOjB6fHe2_UJSSk/s1600-h/sting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnzj1uUMXnG4KpV6RNSgWiUOUsVK0zLyaiXWQkwXx2qq-divbtZ1IGs5qjYjaLnuk9E0CWzl1WnKtCDrNsCiWHQgu0jQhe66FSn0stZDtQQ9luvpIPwgUyqeiVGd5wsOjB6fHe2_UJSSk/s320/sting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351676369066206994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My absence from this site has been related to a sudden, but temporary, aversion to all things "bloggy" and unusually taxing work nights. I've truly felt the need to use every moment away from my hospice duties to tend to my physical and emotional well-being. That being said, let's take a peek at just a few of the events of my last "week" or so at work...<br />_____________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The Drunken Tuck-In</span><br /><br />I went to a new patient's home to do a <a href="http://dethmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-filled-funereal-facts.html">"tuck-in" visit</a>. I was let into the apartment by the patient's friend who was putting away groceries that she'd bought for him and she'd also just picked him up from jail where he'd been detained on DUI charges.<br /><br />My attempt to educate the man on his medications was completely thwarted due to his inability to pay attention to my learned advice. He was passed out drunk on the sofa and any attempts to rouse him were in vain. I notified the hospice of the situation, and predicted that "this new guy is gonna be a handful". For some odd reason, I feel that this is, so far, my Best Tuck-In Ever.<br />___________________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I Still Hate My Hospice's Pharmacy</span><br /><br />Had a new admission into the inpatient unit for uncontrollable pain. The morphine drip didn't arrive until three hours after the patient arrived on the unit.<br />.........<br />Got a call regarding a patient with intractable nausea and vomiting. The patient's caregiver has used every intervention/medication available to her and nothing's working for this poor man. I contacted our doc and called the new orders into the pharmacy. During my conversation with the pharmacist, I made it quite clear how much the patient was suffering. In spite of this, the pharmacist still asked, "Should we mail this medication to the patient?"<br />__________________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The Nursie Fight</span><br /><br />I got into a shouting match over the phone with a nurse at one of our contracted inpatient units. She refused to go look for a patient's medications that had been sent to the wrong floor and insisted that our pharmacy redeliver the meds. Yeah, they were <span style="font-style: italic;">way</span> too busy to look for those meds. So I flipped out.<br /><br />I told her that I'd be happy to drive the 25 miles to look for the meds myself since her being inconvenienced was <span style="font-style: italic;">way</span> more important than the patient's well-being. That pretty much got her panties in a bunch and she hung up on me... and I happily drove 25 miles to the inpatient unit.<br />_______________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Just Pick Up The Phone. Please.</span><br /><br />I've tried repeatedly to contact the Administrator On-Call this week to notify her of potential shit storms and well, "nursie fights". She never answered the phone once.<br />________________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">It's Crazy Time</span><br /><br />This poor, old woman has had a psychotic break. She's going to kill her son, her hired caregiver and then kill herself. As I speak to the son on the phone, I realize that he wants me to come over to the house. Apparently, he thinks that as soon as I walk in the door, his mother will see my heavenly halo, hear the angelic chorus and all will be well. I tell him to call 911 instead. He does.<br />__________________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Deth-O-Rama</span><br /><br />I've attended nine deaths this week.<br />__________________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Drunken Tuck-In Redux</span><br /><br />This guy's now in an inpatient unit for symptom control (i.e. keeping the pink elephants at bay). We need to work a bit harder on his situation. He's stumbling about the unit and wandering into other patients' rooms. The nurses are, understandably, not happy about this.<br />__________________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The Death of Michael Jackson</span><br /><br />I found out about MJ's death from the 88 year old husband of a patient I visited on Thursday night. I was completely stunned and my arms broke out in goose flesh. The news also made me realize how "out of the loop" I've been for over a week. Okay, need to watch less BBC, more CNN.<br />____________________________________<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Free Pepper Spray With Every Tuck-In</span><br /><br />Both the patient and his partner were very pleasant and their tidy apartment was truly a place of sanctuary in this very, dangerous neighborhood. After making sure that the patient was settled in and his partner was comfortable with administering the new medications, it was time for me to go. The patient's partner would not let me leave the apartment, however, without first making sure that I was armed with a canister of pepper spray. Okay, this is officially, so far, the Best Tuck-In Ever.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-21627207008732185632009-06-18T21:06:00.000-07:002009-06-18T23:43:54.385-07:00What Were Your Parents Thinking?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyE05FnlGneyOCnANIL4A2fAQugq5d6UOPxYhzNimDM2KFuc9DGNZR0Q-AV__qa1wmBwG3AjTi0uGAo1_VaMQass6ucvX4uKLxHjY9QhGRdLe7frLhH-KM7XpeoRP4Zh5DdKGzwkB4Gvwq/s1600-h/fail-owned-mike-litoris-name-fail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyE05FnlGneyOCnANIL4A2fAQugq5d6UOPxYhzNimDM2KFuc9DGNZR0Q-AV__qa1wmBwG3AjTi0uGAo1_VaMQass6ucvX4uKLxHjY9QhGRdLe7frLhH-KM7XpeoRP4Zh5DdKGzwkB4Gvwq/s400/fail-owned-mike-litoris-name-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885598248157730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Name FAIL</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I saw this a while ago on <a href="http://failblog.org/">failblog.org </a>and have, unfortunately, succumbed to the dark side and cannot resist posting this example of extremely poor, parental judgment. I shall just leave it at that... I'm sure that Mike has suffered enough.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-61275224588732623392009-06-17T17:00:00.000-07:002009-06-17T17:14:44.749-07:00Back From the Wild<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It was an excellent camping trip. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. There was a good fire every night and I enjoyed the warm company of my childhood friend, I.G., and my foolish pup, Olive.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vpeePOk0kuvSY957hccyfjGBihQOa716ICjUZOO4XwsLsLHKbsOt6LwKIpNzPky5FXAceZqf5TiUsoqHLawTqmLXnBsIGsfrl3GbrnsuMoSzJIOB-C5EXpF4cJCNf1YZ17i4bKOmZuwA/s1600-h/100_0054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vpeePOk0kuvSY957hccyfjGBihQOa716ICjUZOO4XwsLsLHKbsOt6LwKIpNzPky5FXAceZqf5TiUsoqHLawTqmLXnBsIGsfrl3GbrnsuMoSzJIOB-C5EXpF4cJCNf1YZ17i4bKOmZuwA/s400/100_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348443051034818114" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >A most Excellent Camper!</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANxi6lo-MbeA4EzbRmNGLJFcTWkz6VV97jXYQiTf50Ikenz0VZqYVtGpPzdk43A-wQkoxmyPXFMEpk8FtUNW0UOgpg0cJaxGh0Q7je4lwM6LHDhbsQ2500lfQKuFMf-ONrkRIEJfJGMky/s1600-h/100_0043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANxi6lo-MbeA4EzbRmNGLJFcTWkz6VV97jXYQiTf50Ikenz0VZqYVtGpPzdk43A-wQkoxmyPXFMEpk8FtUNW0UOgpg0cJaxGh0Q7je4lwM6LHDhbsQ2500lfQKuFMf-ONrkRIEJfJGMky/s320/100_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348386554026112722" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Olive: Finishing the last of a freshly caught hiker</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">____________________________________<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Without giving away too much information regarding our locale, here are a couple of snaps of the view from the tent.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, you read that right. In spite of our advanced age and numerous infirmities, we still prefer a tent.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojP-WDaODjX_iCNNCkk7Vw4qO7ocsMv5nfk2faIMAGmek66Ej7AmCGsdZWubaOu340wp_UCpYRvp3mMCjisKmn5zH6B0vRj5j_2AtUNLQcalKIJACNbVux5l3rbPOrLPq4bs2ArUQYkxH/s1600-h/100_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojP-WDaODjX_iCNNCkk7Vw4qO7ocsMv5nfk2faIMAGmek66Ej7AmCGsdZWubaOu340wp_UCpYRvp3mMCjisKmn5zH6B0vRj5j_2AtUNLQcalKIJACNbVux5l3rbPOrLPq4bs2ArUQYkxH/s400/100_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348433528044847106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oaNbQvGv9eA2jcnYwLp9bWbQOgExBebpq9X3kFNWFjQEZvKmldlkbwpsb1ChGaj-2bp6e1QiokICrJbVeBT4dAXF-N5hY55Zsee6dsKaRydxdKA4ma6yPXNZ8QgvAgag_j-vPX23d-dD/s1600-h/100_0053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oaNbQvGv9eA2jcnYwLp9bWbQOgExBebpq9X3kFNWFjQEZvKmldlkbwpsb1ChGaj-2bp6e1QiokICrJbVeBT4dAXF-N5hY55Zsee6dsKaRydxdKA4ma6yPXNZ8QgvAgag_j-vPX23d-dD/s400/100_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348435428902444706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can guess the exact location of where we were, from this stingy information, you should get a prize.</span><br />_____________________________________<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I.G. was most pleased with her ingenious solution for the daily water-hauling duties.</span>..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvReBuvzgYMn2jpjIEwJI2XX7Bc7pVdLsvkgTeoGrIAJjjzUK1gUBcFdQLk6YozRYPTfNoyouT8A7UqU80uXJdYtN__QvwoLcRKUCm2j08hAdOUQ5v8V2F7itdtB7gIJhaNasw6ckC57wt/s1600-h/100_0051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvReBuvzgYMn2jpjIEwJI2XX7Bc7pVdLsvkgTeoGrIAJjjzUK1gUBcFdQLk6YozRYPTfNoyouT8A7UqU80uXJdYtN__QvwoLcRKUCm2j08hAdOUQ5v8V2F7itdtB7gIJhaNasw6ckC57wt/s400/100_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348440696815535394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mind you, that stroller has never known a baby's butt. I.G. bought it just for this purpose only!</span><br />_________________________________<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Although the camping trip was perfect, the equipment was not always so...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ig2hjsUE1EdZ-4dKixtOjZC_63SUSDaRfaXvR-el4pePidDUxrPrbGz1B1iEjEeGS1NLInZtwx1QoCC5xprTCAAFsq6tdCgWXlNTRInSZmEyYQznS8R7LACpKICvjXwh8X_cr4Y6cEvk/s1600-h/100_0056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ig2hjsUE1EdZ-4dKixtOjZC_63SUSDaRfaXvR-el4pePidDUxrPrbGz1B1iEjEeGS1NLInZtwx1QoCC5xprTCAAFsq6tdCgWXlNTRInSZmEyYQznS8R7LACpKICvjXwh8X_cr4Y6cEvk/s400/100_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348444763648705250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Things we broke while camping.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Oh, my! I just got a text from Insurance Guru. She's just come from <a href="http://www.cabelas.com/">Cabela's</a> with a new tent for the next camping trip.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnm9w2foy6clo_AmnoDH5guvrMm9Ca1KmluGQzzZDeTNAA3lhQDzll7lCpSyDWd6jeJCxh27O1ShV6SGMsEEjl3qNYMX-rhVvyY6dEOfp1WVyaQA51piHdoJ71dFU5CjtS7Zq46au6QTKI/s1600-h/s7_518235_imageset_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnm9w2foy6clo_AmnoDH5guvrMm9Ca1KmluGQzzZDeTNAA3lhQDzll7lCpSyDWd6jeJCxh27O1ShV6SGMsEEjl3qNYMX-rhVvyY6dEOfp1WVyaQA51piHdoJ71dFU5CjtS7Zq46au6QTKI/s320/s7_518235_imageset_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348452025162082338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next Camping Castle. Ooh, lovely!</span></span><br /></div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-54206428593519618722009-06-10T13:40:00.000-07:002009-06-10T13:44:00.775-07:00Goin' Campin'<span style="font-family:verdana;">Insurance Guru, Olive the Pug and I are off to the wilderness for the rest of this week and into part of next. We'll be out of reach of any wireless connections whatsoever. Ahhh...<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYsm5opEgbn_jThEqbFsUN_rFb5U-F22Kknt41Lvn9MJFK2_n765YwH7JQuVFjSTW19_sx_ZwY6UVHbX2ISP8-PNah_qvXx8YazFynDB__hdXfSaMRq2ogcpy1q3gTCUUP3ClM4JA3L6s/s1600-h/funny0464.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYsm5opEgbn_jThEqbFsUN_rFb5U-F22Kknt41Lvn9MJFK2_n765YwH7JQuVFjSTW19_sx_ZwY6UVHbX2ISP8-PNah_qvXx8YazFynDB__hdXfSaMRq2ogcpy1q3gTCUUP3ClM4JA3L6s/s400/funny0464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343601850605823266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As much as I detest taking pictures during my vacations, I've made a vow to snap a few and share </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">with you all. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">See you later!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-7022412845770314752009-06-05T12:30:00.000-07:002009-06-05T13:19:55.150-07:00"Henges"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3oyqSJJf6T-0m6eguYh5fLbK5B49wzQ8klfOcNCG9HRkz94siuN382Wbj5fDFN8gX5aCLDSTSMKYOCb8h8ZNGd03lyznnQtQRbUTJRnczhHC1BR6gEHwlLHBndKdBIQZFYoUqqHmw-0A/s1600-h/100_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3oyqSJJf6T-0m6eguYh5fLbK5B49wzQ8klfOcNCG9HRkz94siuN382Wbj5fDFN8gX5aCLDSTSMKYOCb8h8ZNGd03lyznnQtQRbUTJRnczhHC1BR6gEHwlLHBndKdBIQZFYoUqqHmw-0A/s200/100_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343619050150573746" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Pug-Henge</span><br /><br />I left my home for about 2 hours, running errands, and on my return, I discovered this configuration in the middle of my living room. I am absolutely, positively telling you the truth about this.<br /><br />Now, granted, since Olive's introduction to "the manor", my floor looks like a playground for a herd of toddlers. I'm sure that there is some possibility that her, or the chihuahua's, random acts of playfulness could indeed create this. That being said, it still was a bit of a shocker.<br /><br />So which of my canine roommates is the guilty party?<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lZxhPjqTzzcQFMopm4J2NZ6V95TUUtTzKHh8G4kIFFgB3Sc39o5Kh2BfaeCXP97cTTUbYJj2tvzLZvJ8pWB2AkkqjFhOEJfw_3qj-abVD1RpF4upouxTFlGvsHJN4FVADw8_4iOhKNNl/s1600-h/100_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lZxhPjqTzzcQFMopm4J2NZ6V95TUUtTzKHh8G4kIFFgB3Sc39o5Kh2BfaeCXP97cTTUbYJj2tvzLZvJ8pWB2AkkqjFhOEJfw_3qj-abVD1RpF4upouxTFlGvsHJN4FVADw8_4iOhKNNl/s200/100_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343689340531411250" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">WaWa: Don't let the sweet face fool you!</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGubpW8jZhe0uGIUW9lAVOhNJDa1RtcFecl0Zxv3TDjctAvWGr3z3M9kTrShpCQAGeROSF4oy1RImiHsWEUE5jwHCvak7yP1EruYLoI_1usJug6yLWtyNukKY2UB6GxkQUKVqAp_nntuD/s1600-h/100_0033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGubpW8jZhe0uGIUW9lAVOhNJDa1RtcFecl0Zxv3TDjctAvWGr3z3M9kTrShpCQAGeROSF4oy1RImiHsWEUE5jwHCvak7yP1EruYLoI_1usJug6yLWtyNukKY2UB6GxkQUKVqAp_nntuD/s200/100_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343690640196608850" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Olive: Smarter than she looks.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />My other question is... should I be worried?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">___________________________________</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Eddie-Henge</span><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_Izzard">Eddie Izzard</a> from his 1999 "Dress to Kill" tour discusses Stonehenge.<br />(F-bombs ahead!)<br /><br /><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DiFq_nk8pE0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DiFq_nk8pE0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"></embed></object><br /><br />By the way... never, <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> miss an opportunity to see Eddie Izzard perform live.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAilamB22sSNo0OHC_IQ2CTICE11JwsvDv0TW_j-lXuDrXexs11Gv0WIaxHcCQTyLzYRzcmPrSsMWgNoKbYw9lKzuD0RiqLR6XCpy186GS7stbAuyw4PSoFgcpotObjvtMxYLmiinFnEq/s1600-h/150x105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAilamB22sSNo0OHC_IQ2CTICE11JwsvDv0TW_j-lXuDrXexs11Gv0WIaxHcCQTyLzYRzcmPrSsMWgNoKbYw9lKzuD0RiqLR6XCpy186GS7stbAuyw4PSoFgcpotObjvtMxYLmiinFnEq/s200/150x105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343859560199265602" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Izzard: Pure, rambling genius</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">____________________________________</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZxxAa6RJRNX5dJy5krJud0jh3XkzQRfoPzuUaHpC82olYLy7ZL9B78dkuqq_Eo4gqlxLvgf4uYSvGodDIN9GfxVbtMWWvxy2T6WfoWCOXNothqbYWN8avB5NFRfOW7qGDnuPDD_AjW8W/s1600-h/350px-Georgia_Guidestones.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZxxAa6RJRNX5dJy5krJud0jh3XkzQRfoPzuUaHpC82olYLy7ZL9B78dkuqq_Eo4gqlxLvgf4uYSvGodDIN9GfxVbtMWWvxy2T6WfoWCOXNothqbYWN8avB5NFRfOW7qGDnuPDD_AjW8W/s200/350px-Georgia_Guidestones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343862187053224306" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Georgia-Henge</span><br /><br />The <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_Guidestones" title="Georgia Guidestones" rel="wikipedia">Georgia Guidestones</a> are likely one of the most mysterious monuments in America. Erected in 1980, no one seems to know the true identity of the man that oversaw and commissioned the project. He did however, make it known to the Elberton Granite Finishing Company that he represented a "small group of Americans that seek the Age of Reason". Of the many theories of its origin, at least a <a href="http://www.rosicrucian.org/">Rosicrucian </a>influence seems to be agreed upon.<br /><br />The sixteen-foot slabs are inscribed with eight, different languages: Arabic, Chinese, English, Hebrew, Hindi, Russian, Spanish and Swahili. The translation of which provides gentle and good advice for all of humanity. The "henge" is also expertly positioned in order to determine the equinox, solstice and other astronomical events.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCGRpR0Z9IZtThvpVfjsHxLWzS9I6v6Y8h1JxAcz7jlEZUmq5NgnqKOgUquxLcgSzP7B8kfBchVYXkxG3brnE_kp19s9tRQ0Ug-tvWj7ZYouVugVCs4i8JYAUSp-orkY6bPCDw-R38dfgZ/s1600-h/gaguidestones.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCGRpR0Z9IZtThvpVfjsHxLWzS9I6v6Y8h1JxAcz7jlEZUmq5NgnqKOgUquxLcgSzP7B8kfBchVYXkxG3brnE_kp19s9tRQ0Ug-tvWj7ZYouVugVCs4i8JYAUSp-orkY6bPCDw-R38dfgZ/s200/gaguidestones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343923695527778722" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, a display of this magnitude and mystery has more than its share of detractors and conspiracy theorists that want to see it destroyed immediately. Not lacking in foresight, the benefactors of the Georgia Guidestones project made sure to purchase the land on which it was built.<br /><br />See also Wired Magazine, <a href="http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/magazine/17-05/ff_guidestones?currentPage=all">American Stonehenge: Monumental Instructions for the Post-Apocalypse</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/8e85e3cc-c222-467d-bc9f-7c3abf8de06c/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=8e85e3cc-c222-467d-bc9f-7c3abf8de06c" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-78975808514108989212009-06-03T09:41:00.000-07:002009-06-03T10:36:58.046-07:00Palliative Care Grand Rounds 1.5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9EnVDh8rLhsZUyIJNJeLKvc76HU_zshcLNLAZ73o3KFzvdVk4xFTFLR4NoRx9epQ0oOy6MohGAbP823DAfQ2P5gwySJfpiDHXSMR6O5dFAsAQbzKCq6oM47mgAiRkkPBFE8RTuoHfpB3/s1600-h/logo.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 67px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9EnVDh8rLhsZUyIJNJeLKvc76HU_zshcLNLAZ73o3KFzvdVk4xFTFLR4NoRx9epQ0oOy6MohGAbP823DAfQ2P5gwySJfpiDHXSMR6O5dFAsAQbzKCq6oM47mgAiRkkPBFE8RTuoHfpB3/s400/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343156443900057074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The fifth issue of PCGR is up and running on Angela Morrow's <a href="http://dying.about.com/b/2009/06/03/palliative-care-grand-rounds-15.htm">Palliative Care Blog</a> at <a href="http://www.about.com/">About.Com</a>.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Puh-leez </span>get your self right on over there and ponder upon her choices for this month's <a href="http://palliativecaregr.blogspot.com/">Grand Rounds</a>.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M7oeYlb7IGYertN3zWVfjGPiZuIerM1iukCsohECO0gzDatWF-k6zN67DI7d9lPzCAcJCou1DFNy0GOVwroSUerNz14K8cj7kH0Ug-4JzCTcVaNiMb-P0_6LVTIRw95VDEASx183emk1/s1600-h/37056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M7oeYlb7IGYertN3zWVfjGPiZuIerM1iukCsohECO0gzDatWF-k6zN67DI7d9lPzCAcJCou1DFNy0GOVwroSUerNz14K8cj7kH0Ug-4JzCTcVaNiMb-P0_6LVTIRw95VDEASx183emk1/s400/37056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343151931787371474" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Morrow: A Fountain of Info</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />In fact, bookmark this wise woman's site (I have been remiss in that and shall create a link tout suite). Angela's blog is a frequent stopover for me and an excellent hospice and palliative care resource.</span><br /> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/41866719-3c71-443e-8ab7-7eb577c8bc6a/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=41866719-3c71-443e-8ab7-7eb577c8bc6a" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-5987016503195079652009-06-03T09:23:00.000-07:002009-06-03T09:24:57.554-07:00Fun-filled Funereal Facts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWMcUFTK5unYcWlGtLdpj8LUguzdycH5A3t6Zkt9IxY88-npd1C281Qd1MPLgN7Sv47I_1jEf0wPF7iWMQDUw2LxlwIDrtSscEx2MohHQ_mRnUZ58dRu-qJ2MH-n8LOpqNJykmgCeWEy8/s1600-h/IS481-058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWMcUFTK5unYcWlGtLdpj8LUguzdycH5A3t6Zkt9IxY88-npd1C281Qd1MPLgN7Sv47I_1jEf0wPF7iWMQDUw2LxlwIDrtSscEx2MohHQ_mRnUZ58dRu-qJ2MH-n8LOpqNJykmgCeWEy8/s400/IS481-058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341701044956232034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The "Tuck In"</span><br /><br /><br />The "tuck in" can have at least a couple of meanings. To the daytime nurse, it often refers to having one's patients "tucked in" for the <span style="font-style: italic;">weekend</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">holiday</span>. That is, the nurse has seen to it that his/her patients have no outstanding "business" to attend to and have adequate supplies and medication to last over this time period. Having one's patients properly tucked in for the weekend helps to eliminate many headaches and nagging phone calls for the Saturday, Sunday and holiday on-call staff.<br /><br />For an after hours nurse, such as myself, the tuck in <span style="font-style: italic;">visit</span> has a different meaning. I "tuck in" all new inpatient admits and, on occasion, new "at home" patients that may require a little extra attention.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here are some of the basic components of an after-hours tuck in visit:<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Assessing the patient's current condition/situation (physical, emotional, environmental, caregiver support, etc.) and determining future needs or potential trouble spots.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Instructing caregivers on the purpose, dosage and administration of hospice-provided medications.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Instructing caregivers on the disease/dying process... helping them to know what to expect.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Starting morphine or Dilaudid drips.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">For inpatients: Checking MD orders, informing staff of patient-specific needs and making sure that medications are on the unit.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: verdana;">I rather enjoy "tuck in" visits. They truly provide a wonderful opportunity for education, emotional support and certainly put one's observational skills to the test. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This initial exchange between nurse and caregiver can, for good or bad, set</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> the tone for the future.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-18460238935315682902009-05-29T00:19:00.000-07:002009-05-29T00:31:00.510-07:00Where are the Comic Books?<p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 250px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44124306727@N01/29591749"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/29591749_887d36a27d_m.jpg" alt="Fantastic Four" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" /></a><span class="zemanta-img-attribution">Image by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44124306727@N01/29591749">Tim.Deering</a> via Flickr</span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">by Insurance Guru</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />Before I had even learned to tie my own shoes I had stacks of wonderful comic books. They were the result of my poor mom wanting to buy groceries in peace. My brother and I each got to choose a new box of breakfast cereal and a comic book every week. Mom got to shop without the two of us trying to run each other down with the cart since we were too busy arguing the merits of the latest issue of Superman versus The Fantastic Four.</span><br /><div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><br />I remember the wonderful spinning wire racks that held rows of comic books. They were in every grocery and convenience store in town. Batman, Spiderman, Superman, Aquaman, Wonder Woman, The Fantastic Four, Richie Rich and Archie. What a perfect way to get kids to read for 10 cents! If I didn't know a particular word, I could puzzle it out from the art work and what wonderful art work! </span><br /><div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div><br /><div style="font-family: verdana;">Even after we were old enough to be left alone at home during the weekly grocery run, we still had our allowances. 35 cents got you a couple of comics and a candy bar. By the time I was in the sixth grade, our combined stack of comics was nearly three feet high.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDSx4XiHdtkSkPD713y33zLxiJnfgO8nvtCOv64wMvzrbXRxCd-UbA4fDg1-BpP7WKtjs8GZxRxybZmd_JG7RkPzrbjOdpnaMl7jI50PDsCLjMGlaQJnVsAJlzLTRQrbkr5C17i-ytBF3/s1600-h/icThumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDSx4XiHdtkSkPD713y33zLxiJnfgO8nvtCOv64wMvzrbXRxCd-UbA4fDg1-BpP7WKtjs8GZxRxybZmd_JG7RkPzrbjOdpnaMl7jI50PDsCLjMGlaQJnVsAJlzLTRQrbkr5C17i-ytBF3/s400/icThumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338307009338959858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Gone from the <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.pigglywiggly.com/" title="Piggly Wiggly" rel="homepage">Piggly Wiggly</a></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" ><br />I wish my kids could've had access to comic books on this scale. Really, where can you even buy them now and what do they cost? Doesn't it require a special trip to a special Comic Book Store? Have I detected a certain collector's snobbery to comic books these days? How does that help kids to read more cuz I don't care if they read shampoo bottles, I just want them to read.</span><br /><div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div><br /><div style="font-family: verdana;">Yeah - I've seen the "Graphic Novels" they sell in the book stores. Puhleeze, that's not 25 pages of cartoons on cheap newsprint that you can roll up and smack flies with. You can't get a good Silly Putty picture off of them either. Where's the fun in that?</div><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismNzEEesFcygnP5EvDN1QYawd8EClhGK-IxgvCkrsV0sKkbcKaoIIYHwunfIl_4FSsTA_YrW3YFTtQGduAjWJQtzLMdWp5nFJ0wKp-1OtQa6ptnNqhMo9-SaM98SIBlVM5GEv-nzePfgK/s1600-h/putty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismNzEEesFcygnP5EvDN1QYawd8EClhGK-IxgvCkrsV0sKkbcKaoIIYHwunfIl_4FSsTA_YrW3YFTtQGduAjWJQtzLMdWp5nFJ0wKp-1OtQa6ptnNqhMo9-SaM98SIBlVM5GEv-nzePfgK/s400/putty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339221848529332674" border="0" /></a><br /> <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px; font-family: verdana;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/3b1b4262-8547-40a3-8fc1-d92db4334222/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=3b1b4262-8547-40a3-8fc1-d92db4334222" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>insuranceguruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07234371413328518694noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-45182760689679132892009-05-27T12:38:00.000-07:002009-05-27T13:17:20.147-07:00Adventures of Olive<span style="font-family:verdana;">Olive went to the vet last weekend for her spay. Here she is, fresh back from hospital and still very sleepy. Not often that I can capture her image without it being a blur.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWi3XbybIByZ9fafePorte5sCg9EUYa8nNJKVTikh49zOXr-xlWCLhC5EpVv8Oij6R-smUOwEWOPBM7peKCRjR82bVLhwd44C1C1JSOtgL9Tqv71YOn9YVNbA7lql0ul88VarPeZXDvff/s1600-h/100_0023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWi3XbybIByZ9fafePorte5sCg9EUYa8nNJKVTikh49zOXr-xlWCLhC5EpVv8Oij6R-smUOwEWOPBM7peKCRjR82bVLhwd44C1C1JSOtgL9Tqv71YOn9YVNbA7lql0ul88VarPeZXDvff/s400/100_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340219700669889298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">They took away my lady bits!<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-46003699026505319772009-05-25T14:25:00.000-07:002009-05-25T17:16:43.666-07:00Beware the Office Staff<div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">By Insurance Guru</span><br /><br />I'm not the only one that has trouble with the office staff at my medical provider. </span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">The Computer Says, "No".</span></span><br /><div><br /><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3bIs_Sk30k&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3bIs_Sk30k&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-42977001890762304402009-05-22T20:31:00.000-07:002009-05-22T20:32:07.543-07:00Home Improvement<span style="font-family: verdana;">It's a nice, long holiday weekend and many families are engaged in home improvement projects. Please let Frank Stallone (yes, <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>Frank Stallone) tell you about the first step to take in order to create your dream computer room.</span><br /><br /><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDxLAsVHqFE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDxLAsVHqFE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-25678969923841335162009-05-20T12:22:00.000-07:002009-05-20T20:26:11.203-07:00I'm Wearin' My Ranty Panties<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6BFL_DdjHrjvmBFz9GK6WCGaZnPvRivRqiffcgb9wZrh62WyBIjGuWJraT8O1ISmabXpODbw_b8fFkl0WTpMcjRirEY7xdfgImLqjSY4CoINz5yxFKxP7fJaATrOtotNWdLwINpkWpIp/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6BFL_DdjHrjvmBFz9GK6WCGaZnPvRivRqiffcgb9wZrh62WyBIjGuWJraT8O1ISmabXpODbw_b8fFkl0WTpMcjRirEY7xdfgImLqjSY4CoINz5yxFKxP7fJaATrOtotNWdLwINpkWpIp/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337962566678852290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Lately, a few things have been getting on my <span style="font-style: italic;">last, rectal nerve</span>. So please, indulge me for a bit. I'll get this over with quickly...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The V.I.P.'s</span><br /><br />My hospice has had a rash of "VIP's" lately. Are they current or former employees, their family members or beloved friends? No. Actually, they're very wealthy people with a massive sense of entitlement.<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">They call for a bedpan at 2 AM. Although there's a 24 hr drugstore on every corner in this city.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">They call for a nurse to sit with the patient at 9 PM so they can all go out for dinner and a movie.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">They <span style="font-style: italic;">don't</span> call for a nurse during a real emergency, but raise holy hell with hospice management because a nurse didn't call <span style="font-style: italic;">them</span> during the crisis. (Yeah, that's one of my favorites)<br /></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />Apartment Complexes, Trailer Parks, etc. (at night)<br /></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">The "map" at the entrance for the complex has no "You Are Here".</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Home or building numbers are nonexistent, poorly maintained or unlit.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Building numbers are placed so that they cannot be seen from the "road" or are obscured by the roofs of car ports.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:verdana;">I find myself hopping in and out of my car, like a nervous meerkat, trying desperately to find some kind of building number. Very nerve-wracking when one wants to get to an emergency situation as quickly as possible.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">My Hospice's Pharmacy</span><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Will sometimes <span style="font-style: italic;">mail</span><a href="http://dethmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-filled-funereal-facts.html"> E-kits</a> and pain medications to our new, suffering patients even though they have a courier to make home and facility deliveries.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Believes that STAT equals four hours. (Yes, that's their policy)</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Will deliver meds to our inpatient unit 6 hours <span style="font-style: italic;">after</span> the patient has arrived.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have lost count of the times (and hours wasted) that I've driven to our pharmacy to pick up badly needed medications and delivered them to the patient myself. So should we fire this pharmacy? My hospice <span style="font-style: italic;">owns</span> this flippin' pharmacy!<br /><br /><br />Whew... okay I'm done. All better now. Thank you for "listening".<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-73857285148472360072009-05-14T15:00:00.000-07:002009-05-14T15:00:12.663-07:00Your Moment of Awwwww...<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Maru, the Amazing Box Cat</span><br /></span><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_66e74615dc" height="376" width="448"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"><param name="flashvars" value="key=66e74615dc"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed flashvars="key=66e74615dc" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_66e74615dc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="376" width="448"></embed></object><div style="text-align: left; font-size: x-small; margin-top: 0pt; width: 448px;"><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/66e74615dc/the-return-of-box-cat" title="from That Happened!">The Return of Box Cat</a> - watch more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die">funny videos</a></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Play Him Off, Keyboard Cat</span><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_de4ff861f1" height="376" width="448"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"><param name="flashvars" value="key=de4ff861f1"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed flashvars="key=de4ff861f1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_de4ff861f1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="376" width="448"></embed></object><div style="text-align: left; font-size: x-small; margin-top: 0pt; width: 448px;"><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/de4ff861f1/play-him-off-keyboard-cat" title="from KeyboardCat">Play Him Off, Keyboard Cat</a> - watch more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die">funny videos</a></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Revisiting a Classic (this is for you, I.G.)</span><br /></span><br /><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPaDpJJT8B8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPaDpJJT8B8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816413964252528093.post-41587574974799916652009-05-13T13:25:00.000-07:002009-05-13T13:28:51.202-07:00The CincoFone<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cinco, purveyors of quality, has released their answer to the iPhone. Let Ed Begley, Jr. show you the myriad benefits of owning the CincoFone.</span><br /><br /><br /><object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5W0JXmg2o4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5W0JXmg2o4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"></embed></object></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/blogspot/DHJF?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>dethmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490177974122552051noreply@blogger.com3