In the Public Eye

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015 - 11:54am

What would your doctor see if you let him poke around your house with no restrictions? Think about it. When you hire a Realtor, you usually tidy up before a get-acquainted tour. When you’re on the market – and your house isn’t a full-time dump – you don’t leave last night’s leftovers in the sink before going to work.
 

But if you doctor determined today was the date for your annual house physical – unannounced – what would he find?


In the Public Eye

Friday, May 15, 2015 - 9:11am

A cab ride. I never open the door and then take the “lie perfectly still, be perfectly quiet” mandate similar to undergoing an MRI. I talk, try to engage – once I determine whether the driver can multi-task. For instance, several recent cab rides in DC.


Friday, March 20, 2015 - 12:36pm

It was an exhortation from a Sunday sermon. Pastor Janette suggested we look for grimy stuff that’s gotten hidden under the hood since our car was dazzlingly new. Playing with that soulful metaphor, how are the gears meshing in Obamacare, healthcare reform or, if you prefer, the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act? We’ve had this measuring rod in place since 2010, last fully checked in 2012 by the Supreme Court, now getting more legal and legislative servicing, buffing and buffeting. How well does it ride – this Tesla or super-annuated Pinto?


Thursday, January 22, 2015 - 2:49pm

If you’re in a smashup, have a burst appendix or heart attack – there are many rooms in a specialized hospital department that are gateways to life-saving care.  But I’m told I can’t call that place an ED. It’s still got to be called an ER. That’s because pharmaceutical companies have hijacked “ED” with certain TV ads (invariably at dinner time, prompting questions from young minds about a certain condition lasting an undesired and unhealthy four hours).
 


Tuesday, December 30, 2014 - 3:19pm

My wife took away my cell phone when I was hospitalized. Nearly 1,000 emails built up before I was well enough to cajole its return. During the silent time, I came to know – nurses, respiratory therapists, folks who brought me food. I saw how slow the clock moved. How the light moved across the room as days cascaded into nights. I felt more engaged with my transition thanks to the absence of my digital leach.
 


Tuesday, November 11, 2014 - 9:44am

Terry Bradshaw was never a scrambler in his glory days as Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback. Boy, is he making up for that now as a TV game analyst and public speaker. He recently forced his arthritic legs onto a platform in front of several hundred hospital executives in Monterey at a Hospital Council summit – and his remarks occasionally sounded like a mad fourth-quarter dash to-and-fro to get a score.