In the Public Eye

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Thursday, January 22, 2015 - 1:49pm

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).
 


In the Public Eye

Monday, July 16, 2007 - 9:34am

I believe you should be able to read and understand the charges on your hospital bill.  I believe they should be easier to comprehend than a) your cell phone bill; b) your high-speed Internet and HD bill and gizmo rental; and c) just exactly when your electric/gas meter reader will come to do his work.


Wednesday, July 11, 2007 - 7:41am

It was just another normal zig-zag day for a man described by Capitol Weekly as "one of the most influential players" in health care policy.


Monday, July 9, 2007 - 11:43am

I read plenty about health care reform. Occasionally, a phrase will surprise. But outrage has generally worn out its, well, outrageousness. So, when I see sustained bursts of creativity, forays into risk-taking and fist-in-the-face verbal challenges to our high-fructose, low-thinking culture, I stop and re-read -- and now pass along.


I strongly suggest you visit Dr. Richard L. Reece's blog at www.medinnovationblog.blogspot.com


Friday, July 6, 2007 - 12:23pm

Delay is the American way. At least when it comes to calling your doctor's office for a checkup or because that nagging pain in your gut isn't going away.


The appointment means changing work hours, juggling child care duties, forking over a co-pay, waiting.... waiting... as your blood pressure rises -- which the lady wielding the pressure cuff will remind you after noting how many more pounds you've put on.


Monday, July 2, 2007 - 11:17am

The line at Starbucks was nearly out the door. Now I sit with coffee gone-cold, seeking to outlast the weather which, at last meteorologic soothsaying, is supposed to furnace to 112 this week.


Time to borrow some wisdom.