Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Calling Vanna White
This time of year we all get a little punchy. It's the stress. As the calendar year winds down we primary care MD's have to stuff in our Paps and mammograms, our diabetic patients and what have you to meet our Pay for Performance (P4P) benchmarks - I have spoken about this before - not to mention doing preop clearances on all the patients who want to have surgery before the end of the year so that they don't have to meet their deductibles again next year. Under these circumstances, and now that our medical records have gone electronic, I find the contemplation of the typos perpetrated by my staff in their Phone Note messages to be an inexhaustible source of humor. Of course, it's probably funnier if a) you're a healthcare provider and b) you work here.
Today's example: "Patient requests prescription for Irritable Vowel Syndrome." Ah, but which vowel, exactly? Is it U, O, or even (gasp) the dreaded Y-acting-like-a-vowel syndrome? For which there is no cure?
This had me giggling like a maniac all afternoon. As I said: it doesn't take much.
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