How come hog dogs always come in packages of six, but the buns come in packages of eight? What's with that?
Friday, September 17, 2004
Child-proofed pill bottles
Drug manufacturers are so concerned with kids getting into pills that they put child-proof caps on pill bottles for over-the-counter pain killers. Thing is, if you are arthritic, or have a really bad headache and not feeling all that well coordinated, and you reach for that pill bottle, you have a heck of a time getting that pill out!
Why do they put pills for sick people in bottles that only healthy people can get at. What's with that?
Why do they put pills for sick people in bottles that only healthy people can get at. What's with that?
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Don't try to defray the cost of Medicare
Tonight, my father was shivering, he ran a fever, he rambled incoherently, and he was kind of convulsing. We didn't know if he was reacting to his chemotherapy drugs, to radiation therapy, or to some other drug. He had all of these today. I consulted the oncologists on call at his hospital. They advised me to take him to Emergency.
We drove him to Emergency, which happened to be particularly busy. He needed to lie down because he was in pain and he was tired. The Emergency staff would not give him a stretcher until he was seen by a doctor. The waiting room was crowded, with three occupied stretchers lining the hall way. We found a blocked off entrance way that served as a small room. It was empty. We put a blanket on the ground so he could lie down. A few minutes later, an administrator told us to move him somewhere else because the waiting room was too crowded and she wanted to move the stretchers into the room to clear the hallway. She could not tell us where to lay him down instead.
By this time, my father was asleep. I said to the administrator, If we had called an ambulance to bring him in here, he would be on a stretcher, and you would put him in this room. But because we saved the public health system expense by bringing him in ourselves, you deny him a stretcher, and you want to kick him out while he's sleeping on the ground so you can put people on stretchers in here instead.
I was fuming mad, made a scene, then moved my father to the hallway. He and a stretcher basically swapped places.
What's with that?
We drove him to Emergency, which happened to be particularly busy. He needed to lie down because he was in pain and he was tired. The Emergency staff would not give him a stretcher until he was seen by a doctor. The waiting room was crowded, with three occupied stretchers lining the hall way. We found a blocked off entrance way that served as a small room. It was empty. We put a blanket on the ground so he could lie down. A few minutes later, an administrator told us to move him somewhere else because the waiting room was too crowded and she wanted to move the stretchers into the room to clear the hallway. She could not tell us where to lay him down instead.
By this time, my father was asleep. I said to the administrator, If we had called an ambulance to bring him in here, he would be on a stretcher, and you would put him in this room. But because we saved the public health system expense by bringing him in ourselves, you deny him a stretcher, and you want to kick him out while he's sleeping on the ground so you can put people on stretchers in here instead.
I was fuming mad, made a scene, then moved my father to the hallway. He and a stretcher basically swapped places.
What's with that?
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