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It amazes me how there’s a rather clear consensus that having a patient comfortable and relaxed, feeling safe and secure and all that stuff does have a very positive effect on their recovery. And still most, if not all hospitals look like absolute crap that make you feel trapped, lost, forgotten about - most probably resulting in an actual adverse effect on recovery. It’s mind boggling. So good to hear that at least Someone somewhere seems to be taking notes… even if, of course, this all does cost more money in the end.But I haven't gotten my first Stanford bill yet, so it may still end up being one of my last.
I considered two options: Choose the same profession as my father (not to follow or impress him, but because I genuinely like what he did for a living) or do what I do now.How many of us have done the same or similar things our grand parents or parents did as their career?
but not reallyI'm sorta on the rightwing off the political spectrum
Yeeeeeeeah. I'm in the boat of having to find a new primary care doc after my last one went back to the research side. It's annoying. He was great! His other specialty was sports medicine, so he knew exactly what to do when I had that hella awful race car accident. I need that again, preferably close to home because I'm terrible about leaving on time for appointments further out. Like, I know myself. You could be the best damn doc in the area, on my insurance, taking new patients, except in Cedar Park and that last part's probably a deal killer, haha.I normally go to my local county hospital and local clinic for primary care stuff. Waiting rooms full of people all in one room, phones ringing off the hook, cranky seasoned veterans behind the counters.
Today was my first day with a GI specialist at Stanford's Digestive Health Center. The lobby of the building had a piano player, and on my way out, there was a guy in a lab coat singing Adele along with the piano. I used to sell office/hospitality furniture, and the furniture they had was stuff I could identify as higher-end. The waiting areas were broken out into multiple sections so almost everyone had their own private area. Instead of squeaky hinged doors with closers that people are always fighting against, they had sliding doors so pushing wheelchairs, etc through them was effortless. It looked more like a halfway decent hotel than a 80s high school (like how my normal locations look). My blood pressure and heart rate was actually lower than it was the last half dozen times I had it checked at the other places.
But I haven't gotten my first Stanford bill yet, so it may still end up being one of my last.
...why do I need a profane meterstick all of a sudden?
I guess grandpa being a mechanic sort of relates? I do the ten-ply part of writing about it, though. (And hurting myself working on my crapcans for fun. That, too.)How many of us have done the same or similar things our grand parents or parents did as their career?
I haven't worked for family yet and yet I've done similar work as they have. My grandfather on my dads side worked for Bell & Gossett the water pump company until his retirement in the 90s and still pulls a pension from them, my grandfather on my mothers side worked for Pitney Bowes so both of them were the traveling repairman specialist type like I was. My father works for a leather company as the Chief Engineer which is corporate speak for "guy who heads maintaining everything machine in the factory." I've worked for the first part of my career as a specialist of an OEM to heating equipment. I still am in the field, just not the OEM specialist, hopefully I fix that, but still.
Funny American immigrants with their weird measurement units.meter stick
Wait wait wait, so the metric country commonly calls it an inch stick while the US and here (where my parents and now younger sister use feet and inches) call it a metre stick? I'm flabbergasted.Those are commonly called "Zollstock" (lit: "inch stick") in German.