Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Stupid People & Sex

Okay, I feel like I'm on a blogging streak right, sorry.  Anyway, when I got on the internet this morning, I saw this headline: "Cervical Cancer Vaccine: Life Saver or Teen Sex-Life Catalyst?"  Naturally, the fire in me instantly ignited and I clicked on the link.  Basically, it boils down to this--a vaccine has been developed that can actually help prevent cervical cancer.  Cervical cancer is technically a sexually transmitted disease, born of the human papilloma virus (HPV).  Millions of women die each year from cervical cancer.  The breakthrough of this vaccine is wonderful!!  Could it be improved, probably, in time, but something is better than nothing.

Now, some right-wing religious nut-jobs are fighting legislation that would make the vaccine part of the childhood vaccinations for girls, arguing that it will serve as a catalyst for premarital sex.  The exact quote from the article states, "
Some conservatives and parental-rights groups say such a requirement would encourage premarital sex and interfere with the way they raise their children. Some fear the HPV vaccine's protection would boost young girls' appetite for an early sexual life."

What is wrong with these people?!  How can people be so stupid?  Really, these people should not even be allowed to procreate!  What is it about sex that make these people into raving lunatics?  These are like the people in Borat's movie--when he went to the church and they were trying to save him.  Turns out he was the most sane person in the church.  How can people even have thoughts like this in today's time?  Is this not the 21st Century?  Why are they still thinking like they're in the 18th Century?  Or is it just me?  I just don't get it.

Stupid People and Sex

When I got on the internet this morning, I saw this headline: "Cervical Cancer Vaccine: Life Saver or Teen Sex-Life Catalyst?" Naturally, the fire in me instantly ignited and I clicked on the link. Basically, it boils down to this--a vaccine has been developed that can actually help prevent cervical cancer. Cervical cancer is technically a sexually transmitted disease, born of the human papilloma virus (HPV). Millions of women die each year from cervical cancer. The breakthrough of this vaccine is wonderful!! Could it be improved, probably, in time, but something is better than nothing.

Now, some right-wing religious nut-jobs are fighting legislation that would make the vaccine part of the childhood vaccinations for girls, arguing that it will serve as a catalyst for premarital sex. The exact quote from the article states, "Some conservatives and parental-rights groups say such a requirement would encourage premarital sex and interfere with the way they raise their children. Some fear the HPV vaccine's protection would boost young girls' appetite for an early sexual life."

What is wrong with these people?! How can people be so stupid? Really, these people should not even be allowed to procreate! What is it about sex that make these people into raving lunatics? These are like the people in Borat's movie--when he went to the church and they were trying to save him. Turns out he was the most sane person in the church. How can people even have thoughts like this in today's time? Is this not the 21st Century? Why are they still thinking like they're in the 18th Century? Or is it just me? I just don't get it.

Monday, January 29, 2007


Death has moved in to my house.  Seriously, she has.  She hasn't yet shown her complete self, but I have caught glimpses of her.  I've never had to live so close to her before.  We all know that we will meet death one day, but we never think about her hiding out in our house, like a ghost just waiting for the exact moment to fully appear and then suddenly disappear--leaving us talking about her for weeks, months and years.

My mother-in-law, Laura, is home from the hospital.  She has an aggressive lung cancer that is terminal.  She is going to die.  The doctor said it could be anywhere from a few weeks to a few months.  The cancerous mass on her lung is too large to remove, plus she's not a good surgical candidate.  Chemo and radiation might provide another couple of months for her, but the side effects would make the rest of the months depressing.  She decided to not treat the cancer.  She was sent home from the hospital Friday night, after we prepared her room for her homecoming.

She has started hospice care.  For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a nursing service that is specifically designed to ease the pain and suffering of those who are dying.  They can help manage pain by providing Morphine and Ativan (those drugs that the not-dying seek and find it so difficult to get).  We got her a hospital bed so that she can elevate her head and legs, whatever it takes to make her comfortable.  Oxygen tubing is wound around her face, providing her with a direct source of air, something that is difficult for her to retrieve on her own.

I do not handle death well.  I'm very confused, amazed and afraid of it.  I find it very perplexing how a person (or an animal) can be alive one second and dead the next.  The activity that takes place in the space of those two seconds is so powerful: It has the ability to change lives, even the course of history.  Many movies have dealt with time-altering plots--how dropping a napkin saved a person from being shot because she leaned down to pick it up, thereby missing the bullet that was fired from the car speeding down the road, or, how not hitting the snooze button a second time could've saved the man's life because he would've left for work earlier, thereby missing the traffic accident that took the lives of all involved.  All of these play with the idea of space and time and chance and how it relates to life and death.

Just the fact that we even exist is quite amazing.  Imagine all of the possibilities--what if our parents had had sex the previous day, twenty minutes prior, or the following day, we might not be here.  The sperm cell that won the race had drive, strength and tenacity.  Isn't it funny how we all start out like that--being the winner of that million-sperm-cell race and then some people end up as TSA agents at the airport?  C'mon, how do you think that happened?  What changed in them, causing them to go from the speed-demon, determined sperm cell champion to the gum-chomping, fake-nailed, smartass that lazily looks at you and your ticket while she discusses the latest episode of Divorce Court with her identical twins sitting across from her and behind her and everywhere else within shouting distance?  Something seems physiologically wrong here.

So, the fact that we're even alive is quite a feat.  How can life be taken so quickly, and callously at times?  For example, a couple of weeks ago, I helped organize an actor/director meet-n-greet for The Woman's Angle.  One of the actors that came was Robert Smith.  I personally do not know him.  We exchanged glances a few times, acknowledging each other's presence and maybe thinking that the other looked somewhat familiar.  He spoke to a friend who sat next to me.  A couple of days later he was dead.  Robert had been driving to an audition and was killed in a car accident.  A truck traveling in the opposite direction crossed the medium and crashed into Robert's car.  I found out about his death on a local film forum ( I frequent.  Upon learning about it I was shocked.  I had just seen him a couple of days prior--as though that somehow made it not true.  You can read more about the accident here.  What if he had stopped to get a drink or fill up with gas a couple of miles before the accident?  If he had only left 10 minutes later, perhaps he would still be alive today.  Why did he have to be at exactly that spot and his life have to end at that exact moment?  He was too young.

Do you think cats and dogs know they are going to die?  I tend to think they only know it right before it happens.  What do you think it would be like to live your life not knowing you were going die?  Do you think you would live it any differently?  What is the purpose of knowing and/or not knowing?  Why would humans know but dogs not know of their eventual fate?  Does knowing that you're going to die help you choose the way you live your life?  I'm reminded of an episode of The Simpsons when Homer is told he is going to die.  He immediately goes through the different stages (anger, denial, etc.) and at the end of the episode Homer is told he is actually not going to die--that he still has a long life ahead of him.  Homer is happy and elated and states that "from here on out, [he's] gonna live life to its fullest."  The closing scene is Homer sitting on the couch in his underwear watching TV and eating potato chips.  What's so funny is that that is living life to its fullest for Homer.  What could be better than totally relaxing and fulfilling your lowest appetites?

Anyway, I realize this blog has gone on forever so I feel the need to wrap it up.  So, it is only a matter of time before death shows herself to us and takes Laura.  I've lost quite a few family members throughout my life but they've always been away from me--in another state or something.  I've never had to watch a loved one die one day at a time.  I was having quite a rough time of it on Friday.  Laura lives in an in-law suite in the bottom of the house.  It's a very nice set up.  She has her own entrance, living room, bedroom, big kitchen, washer/dryer, etc...  It's a very nice one-bedroom apartment down there.  Mike had moved her regular bed out of her bedroom and into her living room, as to make room for the hospital bed and also for visiting family members coming to say their final goodbyes.  When I went downstairs and saw how different things were, it just kind of hit me.  The bed being delivered is the bed Laura will die in.  Her room is now death accessible.  I cried several times, just as I'm doing now, but it didn't help.  What did help was seeing Laura in her room.  I was in class when she was delivered by the ambulance, but I got home very shortly afterward.  She is completely aware of everything that is happening and she's accepted the fact that she is going to die.  She's dealing with it so much better than Mike and I.  It's almost like she feels relieved--since she's not felt comfortable in her body since the stroke three years ago.  I just wish I knew why everything has to happen the way it does.  Maybe there's no reason at all.  Maybe we create reasons to comfort ourselves or just to help us deal with things.  Who knows?

Here are some quotes from some great minds:

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death. ~Thomas Browne, An Essay on Death

I wouldn't mind dying - it's the business of having to stay dead that scares the shit out of me. ~R. Geis

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor. ~Homer, Iliad

Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life. ~Albert Einstein

And finally, from one of the best books,

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, 1945

Monday, January 22, 2007

Career Advice Needed--Anyone need a Queen?

Okay, I need some advice.  I want money--which I guess means I need to get a job.  I'd just pefer to be given large sums of money with no strings attached but if I have to do the job thing.....well, then I guess I'll have to...  Anyway, since I'm gonna have to get a job, I'd like to find a job that I will truly enjoy.

So here's the deal:  I don't want to sell anything, because I'm not very good at it.  I don't want to drive to Atlanta every day.  I don't want to process anything.  I don't want to do the same thing over and over again every fricken day.  Something I could do from home would be ideal--something legitimate, not any pyramid schemes or other bullshit.  I'm good at problem solving.  I like big-picture kind of things.  I'm tired of managing people--people mostly suck and I'm just over them.  But, I am a good manager and I enjoy watching good employees grow and develop.  I'm good at reading, writing and editing.  I'm not good at hand-holding. I can do finance/budget stuff but I hate it and don't want to do it.  I dealt with it a lot at Piedmont and it's just god-awful boring.  I am a very down-to-earth and simple-spoken person.  I have a large vocabulary but I do not use it.  I don't understand why some people use 10 fancy words when 25 simple ones will work.  I don't like pomposity.  I also don't really care that much for kids.  There's nothing about them that really appeals to me.  So working with them is out.  I don't like touchy-feely kind of stuff.  I'm not very maternal--not one of those "turn-that-frown-upside-down" kind of persons.  So I'm definitely not the social-work type.  I like to speak my mind and have people be able to take it--not run off and cry in a corner or call me a bitch.  I am assertive and aggressive when I need to be.  I'm good at telling people what to do.

My Myers-Briggs personality type is INTP.  Even though I am an "I," I am really borderline introvert/extrovert.  I scored one more point on the introvert portion of the test, hence the "I."  I do look inward for strength, another explanation for the "I."  I am not a punctual person and I do not do well on jobs that monitor the clock every second.  I am a workaholic, so the company that I work with will always get more out of me than they probably deserve.  I have difficulty balancing work/family.  Work seems to always win.  I care too much and I'm passionate--which is good and bad.  Mike doesn't too much about his job and uses this to his advantage.  I wish I had his self-discipline and determination.  He really doesn't care that much about his job but it does afford him the freedom to work from home and write his books, which is his passion, so keeps at it.  He doesn't get involved in work problems because he doesn't care.  He does what's expected of him--nothing more and nothing less.  He's really one of those employees that does not take ownership of a problem.  I truly admire this in him and wish I could adopt that "don't-really-give-a-shit" attitude.  Me, I'm always too committed.  I try to take ownership of every problem that comes my way--which just causes me lots of heartaches, headaches and position. 

I do have problems with authority if the authority figure is an asshole/dick/bitch of a person who is not open to ideas and feedback.  When I feel like I am not being heard or listened to (that does not necessarily constitute the other person having to agree with me) I become disengaged and bored.  When this happens I'm not really any good to anybody--not even myself--and can even be quite destructive. I can take criticism and rejection so long as they are not personal and they are reasonable.  My mind is first analytical, then emotional--not vice versa.  I am my worst critic.  I am also critical of others and good at pointing out their flaws.  I have high expectations of others, mostly which consist of common sense.  If someone does not have any common sense I usually do not have a very high tolerance for him/her.  I think common sense should be a fundamental part of everyone--those without it should do everybody a favor and throw themselves in front a speeding train.  I like to laugh and I absolutely love smart-asses (the witty kind--not the mean kind).  I'd like to do something creative.  I like acting but that pays nothing.  (I'm also not very good at it right now but I am gonna start taking acting classes pretty soon.)  I'd like to write and direct films, but again that costs money--which is the opposite direction in which I'm trying to go here.  I need to make more than minimum wage--lots and lots more.  I don't want to be underemployed.

Mike's suggestion after reading all of this is that I apply for the position of Queen.  If anyone knows of any Queen positions please forward them on to me.  Okay, so what are your thoughts?  No, I would never say any of this stuff in an interview (well, maybe a few things, but not the inappropriate parts).  What kind of jobs do you think I might like, or might be good for me?

I'm copying and pasting my work history from my resume.  This will give you an idea of what I've done.  I've removed my address, phone numbers and email address in case some of y'all are psychopaths, perverts, homeless, family members, or a combination thereof.

Paula R. Martinez
Accomplished, results-driven management professional with 14 years of experience focusing on staff development and training, program development and implementation, and organizational development.  Expertise in daily Business Operations, Total Customer Service, and Program Management.  Effective communicator with demonstrated success building relationships with community organizations.  Proven track record for consistently maintaining monthly accounts receivable in top 25 percent of Medical Group Management Association benchmarking standards.

Qualifications Highlights
•    Program Development
•    Organizational Development
•    Employee Development
•    Team Leadership
•    Total Customer Service
•    Account Management
•    Budget Administration
•    Strategic Planning
•    Risk Management
•    Program Implementation
•    Business Operations
•    Committee Leadership 

Professional Experience
Piedmont Medical Care Corporation, Atlanta GA                                
A non-profit corporation and a subsidiary of Piedmont Healthcare.  It was created to open satellite facilities, attract physicians, and provide management services to practices.

Director, Specialty Services                     September 2005 – October 2006
I supported the overall day-to-day administrative and clinical activities of specialty-physician practices and services throughout Piedmont Hospital, specifically Piedmont Gynecologic Oncology, Fuqua Center for Heart Prevention, Heart Failure Resource Center, Palliative Care, 60 Plus services, and Transplant Services. I established and maintained an effective operating environment which assured effective, efficient and safe operations of the practices that responded to the needs of patients, physicians and staff. I directly supervised all non-physician employees. Additional responsibilities included interviewing, hiring and training of employees, planning, assigning, disciplining employees, addressing complaints and resolving problems. I was also responsible for initiating and maintaining physicians' credentialing with insurance companies and hospitals. Piedmont Medical Care Corporation has won "Best Practices" award from MGMA for three concurrent years.

•    Developed structured plan for new specialty practices to ensure consistent and timely billing
•    Created training classes for physicians and mid-level providers on proper billing and coding practices, resulting in an 18% increase in collections
•    Chaired a committee that developed an internal staffing float pool, reducing external labor costs by more than $100k annually

Practice Manager                                          April 2003 – September 2005
I managed multi-physician primary care office in Duluth, Georgia and a gynecologic-oncology office on the Piedmont Hospital campus. I was responsible for the overall day-to-day functions of the office. I supervised a staff of 16 at the Duluth location and a total of seven staff at the Piedmont campus location.

•    Promoted employee development with professional training and personal enrichment classes which resulted in a 98% employee retention rate for two years straight
•    Restructured physicians' schedules increasing provider productivity by 10 percent, which led to a monthly three percent revenue increase
•    Marketed and generated B2B ancillary services such as pre-employment physicals and drug screening which created an entirely new line of business and services for the Duluth practice

Meridian Medical Group, Duluth GA                   
A multi-facility healthcare group headquartered out of Durham, NC. Owned and operated by Scott Medical Group, the parent company filed bankruptcy and three Georgia facilities (Duluth, College Park and Marietta) were sold to and purchased by Piedmont Medical Care Corporation, a subsidiary of Piedmont Healthcare.

Practice Manager                                            June 2000 – April 2003
My primary responsibility was to ensure patient satisfaction via proper workforce development and training.  Maintain a base of approximately 5,000 active patients.  I managed the day-to-day operations of the practice, staff and providers' needs.  Developed and implemented policies and procedures to ensure consistent compliance OSHA and CLIA operating
procedures.  This practice was purchased by Piedmont Medical Care Corporation.

•    Created and established a monthly inventory system to control costs and account for waste, which reduced annual pharmaceutical expenses by 10 percent
•    Reduced facility cleaning costs by $40k per year by changing janitorial services
•    Reduced overtime expenses from eight percent to three percent by implementing flex-time scheduling and lunch rotations

Georgia Medical Institute, Jonesboro GA                                       
A multi-campus proprietary school offering post-secondary vocational training in the medical field (medical assisting, medical office assisting, patient care tech, massage therapy, etc).  Since my departure, the schools have been purchased by Corinthian Colleges whose corporate offices are located in California.

Medical Assisting Program Director                     August 1997 – May 2000
I served as principal administrator of a technical program that employed 14 full-time instructors and educated approximately 300+ students, annually.  I scheduled and taught classes, developed course syllabi, monitored instructor effectiveness, placed students at externships and assisted them with job placement.

•    Established several preceptor relationships with local medical practices and clinics for graduating students
•    Maintained a 79 percent placement; industry standard was 75 percent
•    Developed and wrote curriculum for new Patient Care Technician program

Additional Employment/Job Titles                                        
Below is a quick view of positions I held prior to 1997.
Americorps/YMCA, Atlanta GA                      August 1996 – August 1997
Corps Member, Elementary School Tutor. 
Corning Clinical Laboratory, East Point GA  November 1992 – August 1995
Laboratory Manager.
Knoxville Plasma Center, Knoxville TN           July 1990 – October 1992
Floor Supervisor/Phlebotomist/Medical Assistant.

Stetson School of Business and Economics,
Mercer University Atlanta Campus
Master of Business Administration
Will graduate May 2007

Oglethorpe University
Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Studies
with concentration in Philosophy and Political Science
Graduated May 2001

Professional Associations
Medical Group Management Association, Georgia Medical Group Management Association, American Society of Clinical Pathologists, Manchester Who's Who, Atlanta's Executive Forum, Women in Film-Atlanta Chapter

Current/Upcoming Projects and Hobbies
The Woman's Angle, Writing/Directing a PSA on Ovarian Cancer, Acting in independent films/videos, Acting classes at yourACT, Volunteering for Image Film & Video Center (marketing department) & Southern Screen Report (marketing & advertising), watching movies, dancing, laughing and having fun

Monday, January 8, 2007

Needed: Anger Management Classes plus a commercial

Hey, Everyone!

I've wanted to write a blog for a couple of weeks now but I just never got around to it.  So much shit has been going on it's been kinda hard juggling things around.  First and foremost, Happy Fucking New Year!  I sincerely hope everyone had a blast welcoming in 2007.  I spent some time in DC, visiting family from Dec. 27-Jan 1.  We took Mike's mom, Laura, up there to see her family.  I'm glad we did because now she is in the hospital with what appears to be lung cancer.  They are doing a lung biopsy tomorrow to be sure.

Yesterday, I left the hospital feeling angry.  I think I might need some anger management counseling, classes or something.  I seem to get very angry, very quickly over what I believe is other people's stupidity, or laziness.  For example, when we were leaving Washington DC, we stopped in an airport store to pick up some last-minute gifts.  There were two older women working in this nearly deserted gift shop (it was deserted until we walked in).  The women seemed nice enough until they opened their mouthes.  One woman did not seem at all familiar with the English language (we'll call her Erckel) and the other appeared to have the mental capacity of a seven year old (okay, maybe a nine year old but that's as old as I'm going—anyway, we'll call her Gru, all of my Office buddies will get that).

We found a few items we wanted and took them to the counter to purchase.  Erckel (and) Gru attended to this single sale.  They came to an item we had found on their clearance shelf—an apron.  Laura uses aprons as bibs since she has difficulty making the trip from the plate to the mouth, because of her stroke.  The aprons work very well because they provide an excellent amount of coverage compared to that of a standard bib.  The apron caused a problem for the women because it did not have a price tag on it.  There were other aprons on the clearance shelf but none with the same design as the one we wanted to buy.  But, all of the clearance aprons on the shelf were priced at $5.99.  Gru told us she would need to call the manager to find out the price of the apron.  We agreed to wait since we had plenty of time to spare for our flight.

As we were waiting, I wondered over to a shelf beside the register.  There were some novelty items hanging up, one of which was a George W. Bush stress doll--Smoosh Bush, I think it was called.  You know the kind, it's really squishy and you squeeze it whenever you're frustrated. 

Well, I picked one up and started to squeeze it but then realized that it was broken.  The doll had been decapitated.  Once I discovered that it was broken, I turned to the register and placed the doll beside of it, telling Erckel that it was broken.  She proceeded to ring it up and put with our things.  Mike broke in and told Erckel that we did not want it: It was broken.  So, Erckel did what any average sales associate would do and placed the item back on the shelf.  Then I asked Erckel, "So you're just going to put that broken doll back on the shelf?"  She just looked at me.  I told her that I thought there might be a spot for things that get broken so the store can return them or do whatever.  Erckel reluctantly grabbed the doll from the shelf and threw it a bin with a hodge-podge of other items on the shelf behind her.  Why didn't she do this to begin with?  (Which is exactly what I asked Mike as soon as she tossed it into the bin.)  She just looked at me and rolled her eyes.

Gru returned from the back with a price for the apron we wanted--$5.99, go figure.  She asked us if we still wanted it and we answered positively.  Then she began the difficult process of trying to enter the price into the electronic cash-register.  After several attempts she admitted that she did not know how to manually enter a price (I guess she's used to scanning everything).  She summoned the help of Erckel, whom also could not figure out how to enter the charge.  We told them both to just forget it and that we'd just take the other couple of scannable items.

Okay, my questions are: Why were these two women working in this shop?  Why would someone hire a sales associate who cannot communicate with the people to whom she is suppose to associate sales?  Why hire a 70-year-old woman, who probably cannot even operate a standard cassette-tape answering machine (circa 1985), to enter charges into a computerized cash register?  Why would these women even accept these positions, knowing that they cannot possibly serve a customer appropriately?  I seriously would like to have that 30 minutes of my life back.

The hospital nurses also piss me off.  Now, given the fact that I've worked in healthcare for 15 years, I know how these people work and have an even greater amount of anger for their stupidity and laziness.  I will try and spare you all of the narrative and just ask questions.  If you have an answer for any of these, please share—I need all the answers I can get.  And, when I use the term "nurses" I am referring to all of the medical "professionals" (RT's, PT's, phleb's, CNA's, etc) tending to patients with the exception of doctors.  Sorry if I offend any of you nurses (or nurses to be) out there, but the term nurse refers to caring for a patient so I use it in its loosest sense.  I also hate to generalize but until the nice nurses become the majority instead of the minority, they're all gonna be grouped together.

Why do nurses call every old person "honey," "baby," or "sweetie?"  C'mon, just because they're old doesn't mean they've lost their dignity.  They are not stupid and they should be treated with respect.

Why do nurses talk loudly, and in a baby-talk voice, to older people?  Not all old people are hard of hearing and not all of them have them the reasoning ability of a three year old.

Why do nurses talk to patients one way when family members are around and another way when they're not around?  I've heard them, so don't say it doesn't happen.

Why do they assume no one understands anything?  When we took Laura to the ER, the triage nurse asked if she had any leg swelling.  She then looked at one of her legs and said, "no, they look pretty good."  Shelby and I just looked at each other in disbelief.  The nurse saw us and said to me, "would you like to come show me where her legs are swollen?"  Well, the fact they were the size of a small tree-trunk should've been proof enough.  I told her to please just move forward because we were wasting valuable time.  She then tried to kick us all out to the waiting area but we didn't budge.  Laura has apraxia and usually cannot say what she's thinking.  She understands everything and can think regularly, but what she says usually does not have anything to do with what she intends to say.  After triage, I got put in time-out by the nurse, she told me that only two family members were allowed to go back with her.  I let Shelby go with Laura and Mike.  I went back when that nurse wasn't looking.

Why did it take a whole hour for her to get oxygen, especially when her pulse-ox was 93 and she was wheezing?  I find this completely unacceptable.

Why aren't patients given the same amount of respect and care as the nurse would want his/her mom and dad, or son and daughter to get?

When is healthcare going to realize that it is in the customer service business just as much as Macy's, Target, Papa John's Pizza, Marriott and any other service-based industry?  People have a choice where to go for healthcare, mostly.  One problem though is having to endure the current conditions until the opportunity arises to choose another option.  Another problem is that the choices seem to be the lesser of evils.  Why is healthcare like this?  I refuse to believe it is because of the money.  Money should not the determining factor in human interaction and standard of care.

My cats and dogs get treated so much better at the vet's office than my mother-in-law gets treated in the hospital.  I know that the vet is a cash business and they actually get paid what they charge, whereas in healthcare a physician is lucky to get 50% of the charges they submit, but that should not affect the standard of care.  Since the vet's office gets 100% reimbursement, the argument might be that they can afford to hire more staff which results in better patient care—whereas the low reimbursement rate for healthcare results in understaffing and overly-stressed staff.  This argument still does not justify treating patients and their families poorly.  When a person is sick, s/he's sick.  Period.  Treat him/her appropriately—with respect, dignity and compassion.  Treat the person they way you would want your loved one treated.  Anything less should be unacceptable.

With that, I will end this blog.  Oh, I forgot.  I'm doing a few new projects that I will discuss later, but I wanted to share something funny with you.  I shot a commercial for a local TV station a few weeks ago (WSB-2).  You know Jarrod, the Subway Sandwich guy who lost weight?  Well, I guess WSB and Subway paired up and created a fitness challenge or something.  They created a few promo commercials and I'm in 'em. HA!  I think they're funny, but I hate seeing myself on screen.  I don't like the way I look.  I never realized how much my nose points up at the end.  The natural state of my face (when I'm not smiling nor frowning) is angry-looking.  My face is really long and I have such a double-chin!  I'm fat.  And my acting truly sucks ass.  (I did not write any of that for sympathy comments, so please don't think I did.)  Anyway, here are the current promo commercials.  They've got a lot more footage and they said they'll probably create some more later.  The commercials start airing today.  I'm not watching WSB until March or something, when they should long gone by then.

Sorry this blog went on forever and ever.  If you read the whole thing, give yourselves a piece of chocolate--you earned it.