It’s been a while since I posted something fun:
Ramblings of an Emergency Physician in Texas
It’s been a while since I posted something fun:
From the BMJ:
“It all started with an enquiry from a nurse,” Dr Karl Kruszelnicki told listeners to his science phone-in show on the Triple J radio station in Brisbane. “She wanted to know whether she was contaminating the operating theatre she worked in by quietly farting in the sterile environment during operations, and I realised that I didn’t know. But I was determined to find out.”
via Hot air?.
Yes, it’s a 2001 article, but I wasn’t blogging then, so missed it.
Brought to my attention by Glen in West Texas, thanks Glen!
11 years of nothingness, punctuated by inanity.
Thanks to my 11 readers. I appreciate nearly all of you.
Here’s to twice the fun for the next 11 years!
First, thank you for putting all the tools I need into one sterile package, minimizing the amout of running around finding little pieces to start central lines on my patients. (A central line goes into the central venous circulation, allowing the use of hypertonic medications and monitoring of venous pressures to guide fluid resuscitation).
Now, to my gripe: apparently none of you have thought about the order in which these devices are used when starting a line. Yes, everything has a special place, but it tells me you haven’t thought out the actual use of the kit when I have to dig the Seldinger wire out of the bottom of the kit despite its use being necessary very early in the process, and getting it out dislodges many of the other items from their pockets, then making the whole shebang a mess.
Therefore, I offer my assistance in designing a kit that makes more sense when it’s used.
FYI, here’s a nicely done animation of how to place a central line:
I do mine a little differently (direct sonographic guidance usually), but this is good for the gist. (The wire is there, but it’s really hard to see…).
They’ve made a hovercraft golf cart. Very cool.
Bubba Watson, owner of brilliant pink golf clubs and provider of epic shots around trees, has a hovercraft golf cart. Yahoo! Sports spotted this video of Watson hanging out on the course in his very own hovercraft. Apparently, the vehicle is a collaboration between Watson and Oakley in an effort to make something better designed for the intricacies of the golf course.
Video at the link.
As a medical student in the GYN clinic in El Paso, one occasionally needed both language and female standby assistance, at the same time.
Occasionally like 80% of the time*.
I asked one of the clinic technicians to assist me with an exam; after we were done, trying to be med student charming I said “Thank you, senorita!”
She said, laughing, with the clinic staff chuckling at my discomfort, “It’s Senora, it’s only senorita until someone does you The Favor”.
Education takes many forms. Sometimes when you don’t expect it or even want it.
(This is however a family point of amusement, which we sincerely enjoy).
*Medical statistics are made up on the spot: 75% are BS and the other 33% don’t add up.
So, I was trying to sign up for the Rapid Rewards for Southwest on my iPhone.
I got nearly to the end before the design fail happened. I wonder what I should answer when I’m not sure of the question.
The other day my lovely wife bought a Ford. It’s nice. (They sold her a car that’d already been sold; then made up for it by giving her a car with more options than the one she originally tried to buy and eating the difference. Thanks Ford!).
While she was
beating the dealer until they cried negotiating I looked at the other show-room vehicles. And I found the Ford Mustang (genes and all).
I was thinking Steve McQueen, and Bullitt. Really.
The drivers’ door wouldn’t close (on the showroom floor) and then I saw the dash:
I get marketing. You want to sell this car as a True Sports Car with a lot of Speed!!! Here’s the thing: as my eyes slowly age I don’t want to have to squint at the 1/2 inch to discern the difference between 35 and 45 while knowing this bad boy won’t go over 160, and never near 220. I don’t need a big HUD to tell me, but this display is just dumb.
a guy who’d buy a Mustang but not one with this silly detail in it.
Talk Like A Healthcare Management Robot
Instructions: Click the button. Learn to talk like a Healthcare Management Robot.
This is the most recent one I got: “Our clinical organization needs to transform physician-centered healing missions around value-added architectures.” Everyone in medicine can imagine someone saying that unironically.
I do like how he gets the point of the exercise across:
Be careful though. If you talk like a robot, physicians won’t listen.
Now, go there, click, and laugh. This has already surpassed the Dilbert mission statement generator in my book.
For those not actively engaged in the practice of medicine, this will mean nothing to you. For those of us in the trenches:
I cannot wait for the day the government realizes this misguided effort is costing them Billions (and harming patients and providers).
I’d have been much happier had they just come out straight…
So, our future mechanical overlords will at least have some sense of humor…
Update: And, from Twitter via @whatImeantwas1 :
Been a while since I pulled out the BS flag, and this seems entirely appropriate:
Good doctors really do feel their patients’ pain.
Hmm. ‘Good’ doctors?
A study, published today (Jan. 29) in the journal Molecular Psychiatry, shows that when doctors see their patients experiencing pain, the pain centers in the physicians’ own brains light up. And when the doctors give treatment to relieve pain, it activates the physicians’ reward centers.
The doctors were then instructed either to use an electronic device that they believed would relieve the patients’ pain, or to withhold the pain relief. In response, the patient-actors either grimaced in pain or maintained a neutral expression to suggest their pain had subsided.
Umm, what? These ‘good’ doctors were told that an electronic device would either relieve or not relieve pain, and then they reacted to their patients’ acting with activity in their own pain or reward centers by fMRI.
My first question: did these docs really buy into this magical electronic pain-relieving device, and if so, why? I have to wonder if it was their amusement areas lighting up and not their pleasure centers…
Second, at no time is ‘good’ established in this article. Were there a subset of docs whose fMRI’s didn’t change, and thus they’re ‘bad’?
Not buying it (would buy one of those magical electronic pain relievers, though).
*I say this is a BS study based on this writeup. If it’s something else entirely, okay, but this is just awful.
Got mine today (I was one of their project funders) (of course with it being cool very few targets of opportunity):
I’ll let you know how it goes.
This is in the Medical District here in Fort Worth-
For those not in on the joke: RPR