That's intentional, isn't it.....
Is it real or is it autocorrect?
That's intentional, isn't it.....
I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, I have my coronavirus earplugs in.You heard it hear first: safety glasses will be added to face mask orders since somebody has decided the virus may have aerosolized.
https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-020-02058-1
No, they don't, depending on the definition of "see you." My sister has been in hospitals for months at a time. We have extensive experience reading hospital bills.Each specialist will bill you for every day they see you.
F**k Hospitalists.you would have the professional charges from the Hospitalist who sees you for every day you are in the hospital.
Quoted for posterity.F**k Hospitalists with a barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bat.
All of these questionnaires that are completed are sold to insurance companies.I believe a physician should be paid for addressing the issue I’m there for, not tacking on CPT codes for shits and giggles.
If I come in with a broken arm, I don’t expect tobacco cessation counseling 3m-10m, especially if I’m not a tobacco user. If that charge showed up, I’d have a conversation with my insurer about fraudulent charges and/or services.
Q: of the things you do today, how much of it would change if you were solely on a direct pay model?
Sorry y'all had to go thru that. Like almost everything it mirrors society/ people. There are good and bad. I can't speak for our entire system but our hospitalist manages the pts daily needs. Our specialists do see the pt daily, during waking hours, only as long as they are in need of them. They sign off once they are no longer needed. We aren't perfect. The system isn't perfect but I think we are one of the better ones. I let our heart failure specialists see my dad at the end.No, they don't, depending on the definition of "see you." My sister has been in hospitals for months at a time. We have extensive experience reading hospital bills.
If a specialist "sees you", that should mean they stop and talk about their specialty and how you're doing. It doesn't. In practice, it means they stepped into your room in the dead of night when everyone was asleep, stepped right out, and billed you for $300.
I have literally seen specialists put one foot into my sisters room at sometime around midnight, start to turn to leave, see me in the room, and pull themselves up short. They'll then make a show of walking over, looking at her sleeping, reading some numbers off a chart or machine, and only then walking away. They were never going to do anything for her other than hit up her insurance company for another $200-$300 for the 10 seconds they spent in her room.
F**k Hospitalists.
F**k Hospitalists.
F**k Hospitalists.
The last time sis was in the hospital her stay was extended by more than a week longer than needed. The entire extra time the Hospitalist and the Cardiac Team Leader tag-teamed each other recommending an additional cardiac procedure that would require opening her chest. Her cardiologist had told her, many times in the past, that she's not up to recovering from another one of those. Yet they came at her again and again, every day, trying to get her to sign off on another extremely expensive procedure.
Moreover, they lied and lied and lied. Her cardiologist has admitting privileges in that hospital, did rounds there every night, and his office was next door. Both her Hospitalist and her Cardiac Team leader repeatedly told her that they had called and left messages for the cardiologist but apparently he didn't care enough to get back in touch with them.
The Hospitalist and the Cardiac Team leader insisted she make a decision without input from her cardiologist. They had a final tense and loud confrontation where she said she would agree to the procedure if and only if her cardiologist stood in her room and told her it was a good idea. Period.
That was it. They knew they couldn't squeeze any more from her. They discharged her the next day. She was supposedly on death's door and could never survive without the procedure they were trying to sell her but as soon as they realized they could make no more money off her, they were perfectly willing to toss her out the door. This was a week after telling her that she was two weeks to a month from dying.
She immediately went to her cardiologist and presented him with all the records. He took a few days to get more records from the hospital. At a follow-up appointment, he gave his opinion. First, the hospital had never contacted his office; they were liars, period. Second, the need for the procedure was dubious; it would probably help some but not enough to take any risks. Third and finally, she was far too weak to recover from having someone chop through her sternum again.
I'll repeat it as many times as it takes for people to get the message. F**k Hospitalists. The function of a Hospitalist is to put an impenetrable wall between a patient and the doctors they know and trust. They will lie their asses off to accomplish that goal.
F**k Hospitalists with a barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bat.
For those of you here that are new, in the 12 years I have been here I have never seen Ben use any more than the mildest of profanity, to see a battery of “F” bombs fly from his keyboard would be a very good indication the he fucking hates Hospitalists with a demonic passion.No, they don't, depending on the definition of "see you." My sister has been in hospitals for months at a time. We have extensive experience reading hospital bills.
If a specialist "sees you", that should mean they stop and talk about their specialty and how you're doing. It doesn't. In practice, it means they stepped into your room in the dead of night when everyone was asleep, stepped right out, and billed you for $300.
I have literally seen specialists put one foot into my sisters room at sometime around midnight, start to turn to leave, see me in the room, and pull themselves up short. They'll then make a show of walking over, looking at her sleeping, reading some numbers off a chart or machine, and only then walking away. They were never going to do anything for her other than hit up her insurance company for another $200-$300 for the 10 seconds they spent in her room.
F**k Hospitalists.
F**k Hospitalists.
F**k Hospitalists.
The last time sis was in the hospital her stay was extended by more than a week longer than needed. The entire extra time the Hospitalist and the Cardiac Team Leader tag-teamed each other recommending an additional cardiac procedure that would require opening her chest. Her cardiologist had told her, many times in the past, that she's not up to recovering from another one of those. Yet they came at her again and again, every day, trying to get her to sign off on another extremely expensive procedure.
Moreover, they lied and lied and lied. Her cardiologist has admitting privileges in that hospital, did rounds there every night, and his office was next door. Both her Hospitalist and her Cardiac Team leader repeatedly told her that they had called and left messages for the cardiologist but apparently he didn't care enough to get back in touch with them.
The Hospitalist and the Cardiac Team leader insisted she make a decision without input from her cardiologist. They had a final tense and loud confrontation where she said she would agree to the procedure if and only if her cardiologist stood in her room and told her it was a good idea. Period.
That was it. They knew they couldn't squeeze any more from her. They discharged her the next day. She was supposedly on death's door and could never survive without the procedure they were trying to sell her but as soon as they realized they could make no more money off her, they were perfectly willing to toss her out the door. This was a week after telling her that she was two weeks to a month from dying.
She immediately went to her cardiologist and presented him with all the records. He took a few days to get more records from the hospital. At a follow-up appointment, he gave his opinion. First, the hospital had never contacted his office; they were liars, period. Second, the need for the procedure was dubious; it would probably help some but not enough to take any risks. Third and finally, she was far too weak to recover from having someone chop through her sternum again.
I'll repeat it as many times as it takes for people to get the message. F**k Hospitalists. The function of a Hospitalist is to put an impenetrable wall between a patient and the doctors they know and trust. They will lie their asses off to accomplish that goal.
F**k Hospitalists with a barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bat.
It struck a nerve.For those of you here that are new
I know a Vet that likes to say that a MD is just a Vet that specializes in just one species.Ask a pre-vet student at A&M what he will do if he doesn't make the cut for vet school. He will reply with a sigh, "I guess I will just have to become a doctor."
It struck a nerve.
I bust my butt to take care of my disabled sister. That the core purpose of my life.
What really makes me hate them and the business model they support, something I didn't say in that post, was that the Hospitalist and the Cardiac Team Leader never confronted and pressured my sister in front of me. I saw the Hospitalist several times and the Cardiac Team Leader at least a couple. They discussed the procedure they were selling in front of me just once when they tried to get me to help them. It didn't work; when a salesman says "You must buy right now, without thinking about it! If you don't, bad things will happen!" I reflexively withdraw. As soon as they realized I wasn't on their side, they changed tactics. They basically wrapped things up fast and skedaddled whenever I was on scene.
Sis put it together for me. On several occasions, it was obvious they waited for me to leave and then pounced on her in her weakened state. They literally conspired to separate a patient from the patients on-scene advocate. That's detestable.
I always thought there was a certain goodness at the heart of medical care. I know there's greed and ego, too, but I expect doctors to want to try to heal patients. In this case, though, as insane as it sounds, they were literally trying to sell her something she didn't need, something that could (probably would) kill her. They were a pack of sleazy used car salesmen.
I will never have nor allow my sister to have any in-patient treatment at Houston Methodist again. Ever.
If you let them they will give all kinds of crap. Check out the side effects of what you are taking and be aware.Doctors are educated and paid very well by big pharma. They follow the script ( pun intended).
There are a few who think for themselves if you are fotunate enough to find one.
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At least you aren't in prison, but throwing stuff can be fun.About 20 years ago, I tore the plantar fascia on the bottom of my foot while at work, away from home, in a hotel. There was a doctor in the building next to the hotel. This was a big, long project and several of our people had gotten sick and gone to that doctor. I hobbled over, thinking that he could, at minimum, advise me what to do next since I was in a lot of pain.
The receptionist - "I don't think we treat stuff like that. He'll probably just refer you elsewhere."
Me - "Ok, if a referral is all he can do, fine. But I want to hear that from him."
The receptionist hands me the sign-in forms and I fill them out. I hand them to another person who says "You're the one here for the referral, right?" I reply with a simple "No." Eventually, I'm called to the back.
The intake nurse - "So you're here to get a referral?"
Me - "No, my insurance doesn't require referrals. If that's all he can do, I'll take it but I want to see a doctor."
The doctor - "So, you're here for a referral?"
Me - "No, I'm here because I hurt my foot."
The doctor stares back and forth between me and the paperwork for a full minute. He then gives me a 5 minute lecture about the sexual transmission of disease, reading every word off a script. Then he hands me a slip of paper, that had been prepared beforehand and that he brought in the room with him, with the name of a doctor at a nearby hospital. He didn't even ask me to take off my shoes.
Read that over and let it sink in. I got diagnosed by the receptionist. She wrote down that I needed a referral and everyone else in the work process chain in that office completely ignored everything I said. I was going to get a referral and nothing else. Period. The lecture was just to pad out the time with something they could code.
Finally, the last insult -
The cashier - "Your co-pay is $20."
Me - "Uh, no. This was an accidental injury. My insurance pays 100% on injuries and there's no co-pay."
Cashier - "That's a nice stunt to try to get out of the $20 but it won't work. There's no injury on this chart. That'll be $20."
I had just been called a liar to my face. I was on the verge of throwing furniture but my rational brain took over. I gave her a credit card. Getting into a shouting match (not to mention the physical violence I desperately wanted to unleash) while on duty would risk my job and I wasn't willing to do that. I then sat down right in front of her and called the number on the back of the card to report a fraudulent charge. She overheard and looked at me funny but didn't do anything about it.
tl;dr - Healthcare can be drowned by healthcare processes. Don't trust anyone in the healthcare system because you don't know if you're talking to a real person or just an automaton checking off boxes so that the computerized records system will allow them to move on to the next form.
Ben,
I've never been in you position and hope I never have to be.
After reading your posts it takes one hell of man to put his personal life on for everyone to see. I know you didn't do this for sympathy but out of anger for, most of, the people in the medical profession that cares more for the money than the health and safety of their patients. I also, as many here do, agree with you on how most patients are treated. I know your sister is thankful for your help and standing by her with your support .
Again, I don't know you personally, but your one hell of man.
Can't he just go home and get away from those MF's?If Ben and Axxe think they had it bad, imagine how things are now with the coronavirus thing. My dad's currently in a rehab facility with no visitors allowed. The hospital allowed 1 per day, which was my mom, and if she left, she couldn't return until 12:01 the next day.
My dad fell, went to the ER for xrays to make sure nothing was broken. Got sent home all clear and fell again that day. Was then told he was too weak to move and needed to go to rehab. Fell again at rehab. Rehab said he needed to be moved to a long term care facility. I went to see my mother and we called the director. I asked how someone who was walking around fine 2 days ago suddenly needed rehab and now a long term facility. The more questions I asked, the less comfortable they got. The next day, they "got his bloodwork back" and determined his sodium was extremely low, so they treated that. Then the potassium got low, so they treated that. Then he wasn't improving so they wanted to place him on palliative care.
I got involved again and asked was he dying from low sodium or low potassium? And asked if they had ever thought of trying to determine what was causing his imbalances instead of just treating whatever symptoms showed up.
Now suddenly he has a hormone imbalace that's causing his bloodwork issues and they're going to treat that. They're recommending another facility to transfer him to.
Hopefully they don't list him as a coronavirus fatality soon. (not sure he even has to die to make that list the way things have been going). To be continued....