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Jumping into my pants with both boots on
We all make choices.
Tonight, my wife and I had the choice of :
- taking West Coast Swing dance lessons and dance late at Club Rush or
- we could go to the Ledges Country Club Manor House and listen to a presentation by our physicians at Gleneagles Family Medicine Associates (GFMA).
We chose the latter.
Not necessarily the road less traveled (cue poem here, of course)…
| Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. |
| 1. The Road Not Taken |
…but interesting nonetheless/all the same.
I don’t have my notes from the meeting with me at this moment but I have in my thoughts the major details.
Basically, our physicians have decided to start a concierge-style medical practice, accepting 150 patients at $1800 per annum for each patient who will receive preferred physician attention, detailed annual executive-level physical exam, the physician’s personal cell phone number, an email-style chat system, and a medical profile on a USB stick, to name but a few of the perks of a monetarily-tiered medical services program.
We heard the managing partner, Wayne Lipton, give a smooth talk about the program to a room full of a few hundred GFMA patients. Jim Gottlieb, senior VP was there as well as an assistant, Robin, who gets to input all the information gathered in cards handed out tonight and tomorrow morning to gauge further interest in case all 150 slots per physician are not immediately filled up after this week’s set of three presentations to about 1000 of the 6000+ GFMA active patients.
GFMA has three physicians, one of whom will retire in a few months.
The concierge program will rearrange the remaining two physicians’ schedules such that they spend 25% of their day with concierge patients, spending 30 minutes to an hour (or plus for physical exams) per patient, leaving the remaining 75% of their time for the regular, non-concierge, “traditional” patient visits (i.e., a few minutes per patient, 6+ per hour).
The practice will probably add another nurse practitioner.
I don’t know much about Concierge Choice Physicians (CCP), but a quick Internet search reveals not only who they say they are but also what the news media has reported about them.
My first reaction was to tell myself, “Hey, you know what. I’ve seen the nurse practitioners more often than I’ve seen my new MD (who took over when my family practice MD retired a year or so ago). I’m in pretty good shape. What will I gain with concierge service?”
My wife agreed but pointed out the fact we are “haves,” not “have-nots.” Isn’t it in our best interest to buy our way into a system where we get more personal attention now before the family practice medical services industry moves completely to a concierge-only system to see an MD or an outpatient clinic system for non-MD attention?
The question I have to ask myself: what does an MD know that a nurse practitioner doesn’t? What does the MD do for me that a nurse practitioner, surgeon’s/physician’s assistant, nurse or medical technician can’t?
We humans have the gift of multicompartmentalising ourselves. We can separate theory from fact.
I can believe wholeheartedly in the value of community, marriage, church and a system of government/capitalism while at the same time arguing wholeheartedly against its existence in order to strengthen its core values, forcing members of the community to more strongly defend their positions to both theirs and my advantage.
It’s like they say: What’s the point of having a heaven if there’s not a hell as a wickedly evil alternative to keep the stray sheep in line?
Oh, to be sure, the cynic in me questions the added value of the management/services team that CCP claims to be, much the way I question the value of any one charity and its administrative cost/fees.
But by golly, I love a good story and even more so when it’s tied to free market forces at work.
Let’s hold a modern-day tent revival and scream those ugly words to the unitiated and insecure. “Medicare! Medicaid! Obamacare!” We can’t scare people directly so we use data and statistics about the decline of the family practice physician and the fact that the general population is aging, falling apart at the seams, especially if we don’t get personal attention of a person approved by the American Medical Association to hang up a shingle and start voodoo dances to perform miraculous healings, handing out prescriptions for magic beans blessed and issued by Big Pharma.
Seriously, though, when I want the attention of an MD at 2 in the morning, I’m going to have him/her on my speed dial list. If it costs $1800/year to keep that number handy, then so be it.
Five bucks a day! It’s the latte effect.
Now, will five dollars a day make me healthier?
Not necessarily, but it will make me think twice about my health. After all, if I take my health more seriously by spending $150 per month for better/longer medical attention, don’t I want to take care of myself, pay more attention to me?
So, despite my misgivings, my cynicism, my longterm view of what is or is not important to me, when I go to GFMA tomorrow to get some places on my ears removed, my wife and I are going to drop about four large ones to move us up in the medical queue.
I’m sure it won’t be long before we go to a cash-only family physician system, leaving the Medicare/Medicaid/Obamacare patients with the outpatient clinics served admirably and honourably by non-MD staff.
In that case, statistics will bear out who’s healthier and who wants to be.
At the end of my life, only I can say for sure whether paying extra for personalised MD care added to my quality of life.
Affordable medical care — giving me more time and money to spend on the hobbies and [a]vocations that make me happy.
Here’s hoping that our physicians can get back to their pre-EMR number of traditional patients per hour.
There’s time for a dance lesson tomorrow!
[NOTE: this blog entry is written with the subcultural tone set in tonight’s presentation]
Welcome to Kickstarter
The mysterious case of the missing math coprocessor
Living in a vacuum is a a curious phenomenon.
Words and phrases, a common means of communication between beings, feels foreign, disjointed, like stepping off a moving sidewalk with every step.
Yet, one cannot help oneself.
One must live, take nourishment from one’s surroundings.
One participates in odd rituals. The neighbour down the street feeds the wild raccoons, mice, rats, rabbits, birds and insects. One finds oneself killing them as they pass across one’s patch of planetary surface.
Not all of them. The birds get by unscathed. So do many of the insects.
But the mice, rats, and raccoons are fair game, their meat a little gamey.
One must live, collecting labour/investment credits for participation in the local barter system knows as the economy.
Thus, one decides to create a Kickstarter account, selling genuine Alabama-based wildlife meat as a means to stop burning down Brazilian rain forests for cow meat, adding certificates of authenticity “Killed in Alabama” with each sale, throwing in extras at higher donation points — a photo book documenting places where the wildlife called home before meeting an untimely end; a sticker stating “Rats taste better from Alabama” or “Mice — eat a heart of Dixie to save the rain forest”; and an ultimate offer for a free tour of local wildlife hangouts, trails and traps, with tips on catching critters and a chance to appear in the straight-to-YouTube series, “If it ain’t meat from Bama, it ain’t worth eatin’.”
One chooses one’s life path without using a compass, moral or magnetic.
Can one vacuum in a vacuum?
Win with Min
Hellohellohellolololo
Boy, am I glad I found those disgruntled scientists in the subbabasement!
They announced another breakthrough overnight.
For the past few days, they have been struggling with the new supercomputer, trying to coax intuition out from the “subconscious” algorithm thought patterns within it.
They found positive results once again.
The echo effect.
By using WiFi, Bluetooth, and other radio frequencies available with the mobile phone chipsets and peripherals of the supercomputer, the scientists were able to create feedback loops for the various parts of the supercomputer, allowing it to randomly send repeating facts into a decaying pattern from which algorithms would pick out two or more facts and combine them, sending the combo back into the feedback loops, letting them decay, etc. Eventually, an algorithm would test a combined set of facts by posting the facts as a statement in online chats associated with a keyword of the fact set. If enough comments were generated by people reading the supercomputer’s post, it labeled the fact set valid, stored it in longterm memory, and looped segments of the chat log through its feedback system, putting in delays to slow down the decay rate based on “like” data or other information gathered from social media about the fact set.
The supercomputer also spends long amounts of time generating long lists of facts, storing them in its longterm memory as equations and processing external requests from the scientists using its new equations rather than ones created by the scientists.
Based on the scientists’ feedback, the supercomputer modifies its equations and randomly pulls facts from its radio frequency network decaying feedback loops to throw at the scientists in new responses.
Some responses are as funny as the best comedian’s riff on news headlines.
More results to follow…
The other 1% (of 1% of 1% of 1%)
Cranked
Our historians here on Mars are holding one of their famous two-second debates.
Today’s question: what triggered the catastrophic climate change on Earth.
Well, folks, the historians have reached a consensus.
The answer?
Based on limited information gleaned from the Earth-based datasets that have not corrupted with age, the experts believe an invention called the automatic window control switch for motor vehicles was the official tipping point.
We’re not sure what that means but we just report the findings, not interpret them.
Believe what you will, will what you believe
For a good joke, we planted this study as a false memory of planting false memories so that you’ll never ever be sure that a scientific report is what you thought it was.
Wally Gee Willacres
Sometimes I forget the simple phrase like “a member of Congress who threatens sanctions will now be designated an official international economic terrorist and subject to prosecution to the full extent of the law” is more than the sum of the numerology values of its words.
I forget a lot of things.
I forgot that I left a bunch of scientists stranded in a subsubsubbasement corridor during reconstruction and then got their last laugh by posting a satirical blog entry called “My selfie.”
And here I thought I was hacked. Hacked off is more like it.
They also got their next-to-last laugh by rigging a Leap Motion device in front of my neglected Robosapien, connecting its movements to the RS Media mechs in the streets of your town such that, sometime in the next few days, there will be a worldwide flash mob dance performed by what you always ignored as homeless alcoholic beggars.
The scientists promise complete chaos as it will appear they have hacked the minds of ordinary citizens, turning regular people into dance-happy zombies.
I mean, what’s next? An uncontrollable orgy covering every home, school, office, hospital and farm?
If humans can be overtly convinced that they’re under the influence of hidden forces, dancing to the beat of invisible choreographers as seen on global TV/Internet channels…well, what’s to stop them from thinking about the subtle, subliminal, subversive influences that control their lives?
Remind me never to lose track of my scientists again.
The head of an ISP I recently talked with said she is thinking about running a background check on all her customers. Instead of turning over email and account information to the government, she plans to delete the accounts of customers who work for the government, turning the power back over to the people.
I wished her luck. “Live Free or Die” is a great motto but so is “United We Stand, Divided We Fall.”
Others worth considering:
- Commerce with all nations, alliance with none, should be our motto.Thomas Jefferson
- Be Prepared… the meaning of the motto is that a scout must prepare himself by previous thinking out and practicing how to act on any accident or emergency so that he is never taken by surprise.Robert Baden-Powell
- My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging. Hank Aaron
- I have encountered riotous mobs and have been hung in effigy, but my motto is: Men’s rights are nothing more. Women’s rights are nothing less. Susan B. Anthony
Thanks to Abi at Madison Ballroom; Harold at KCDC; the head cowboy and his cowpokes (congrats to the one whose wife just had a 6-lb baby girl named Chloe) at Chuck Wagon BBQ.
