We here at the Caduceuscloud (though there’s only two of us) would like to wish you, our dear reader (literally, we only have one reader), the happiest of Thanksgivings. As we count our many blessings during this special time of year, I feel that it’s important that I reflect on what is perhaps the most important blessing of all. . . that I am not a TSA agent. Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving”
The migration has begun. All over Michigan, the annual migration of flocks moving south is in full swing. And behind those flocks, the other annual Michigan migration is starting too. Our office is starting to see our winter ‘checkout’ patients before they migrate south for the winter. Continue reading “Snowbirds”
The Holy Profit Medical Center: Diagnosis Texting
“Holy Profit Medical Center” is a series of fake satirical press releases and news articles from an imaginary hospital. . .
The Holy Profit Medical Center today announced a revolutionary new way of reaching out and communicating with our patients, by delivering test results via text message. Continue reading “Diagnosis Texting”
I never meant for this blog to be about funny patient stories, but since I have nothing else to talk about today, wth, here goes. Names have been changed to protect the clueless. . . Continue reading “The Advair Incident”
TO KEEP SMOKING (Part 2).
In our previous episode our fearless public defenders had just successfully sued Big Tobacco for 206 billion over 25 years.The lawsuit ordered that Big T fork over the dough to help pay the tab on the increasing Medicaid buffet. Continue reading “I Want You to Keep Smoking (Part 2).”
TO KEEP SMOKING (Part 1).
Few things smell worse to me than the stank of a cigarette while trying to trying to load up on cholesterol via awesome blossom. Perhaps one such thing is the beguiling tale of what perverse fate has befallen the gobs of cash money rewarded to state governments from Big Tobacco. Continue reading “I Want You to Keep Smoking (Part 1).”
There was a time, long, long ago (in a galaxy far, far away) when going to the hospital meant going home with a gift basket. These days all u get are those weird pinkish/redish basins and a stinking urinal. It would appear, however that hospitals have substituted a new-age basket for your pleasure. Only, instead of getting an open-ass gown and a pair of grabby bottom socks you get a whole lot of infections with weird names. . .
Continue reading “Proselytizing Articles”