Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Odds and Ends No. 12


The work day is about to end but we just
got back after a comfort food lunch and
shopping for grocery basics. Lunch before

grocery shopping helps keep one from
grabbing goodies that are not on one’s
list. (Assuming one is using a list.) Big

coffee decision this morning to return to
our old breakfast blend. Not to be found
at our little store, so we were on a quest.

Big WalMart had it. On the way home we
gave each other that look that said stop for
a comfort dessert on the way home. So,

dinner is highly unlikely. I was hoping to
write with more joy than I have today, but
I have a headache and horrible throbbing

searing neck pain that set in on the way
back home. Tomorrow is the neurologist;
I’ve never seen one. If he’ll see me. So,  I

didn’t sign one of the mandatory forms. It
says I’m subject to a certain random test
out-of-pocket on every visit if they require

it. I disagree. A work order should be
enough as needed. Why do they have to
make it so difficult? Why do they think I can

pay for tests just cause they feel like it? No
doubt they have good reasons, but I rather
ask first. I didn’t need the healthcare system

until last year; now that I need to use it, it is
a pain in the neck. I have enough neck pain
thank you very much! Why do forms have

millions of check boxes that don’t apply? My
answer: “See attached.” Next page. “See
attached”. Next paragraph. “See attached.”

My attached make more sense. I keep up
a spreadsheet of my medication and
treatment history. Tab 1: Current Medication

and Supplements; Tab 2: Medication-Treatment
History; Tab 3: Medical History. Is it to make it
easier for staff? Yes. But also for my sanity.

“Come in 15 minutes before your appointment
to fill out the forms.” Are you serious? No way.
Not humanly possible. Giving you the whole

enchilada since 1956 or so takes a while; more
so by hand on poor forms. Why don’t doctors
have tech writers like me or someone

competent to make their forms. Not to mention
the memory issue. “Your forms on-line were
roughed out by the Flintstones. Not usable.”

I didn’t tell her that. I was thinking that. She
said the website was broken, as are the forms
and she’d mail them too me. Hence, my

spreadsheets are like gold. And keep writer’s
cramp to a minimum. My printing isn’t like it
used to be; it is worse. Did the best I could.

All forms should be done as PDFs that can
be filled out and signed using Adobe Acrobat
Reader DC on a PC.

“Houston, we have a problem.”

Every office has an admin type who is
trying to create their empire and takeover
the world. So, they create a document that

no one else can edit and put a locked PDF
on-line that no one can use. (Admit it, there
is an admin control freak near you, maybe

only a cube away. Worse, it could be that
person who got fired, sort of, and got a lateral
transfer to HR; trying to kill you from HR.)

The coffee she didn’t like this morning is in
my thermos. It should still be good about now
and may drive this neck pain away.

To the docs, PAs, and nurses I love, my kudos.
You are doing a great job in hell everyday. If
only you didn’t have patients! To the

incompetent types I alluded to, “Ready or not,
here I come!” (For tomorrow’s 07:30 check-in.)
And for right now, coffee here I come. Oy vey!

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