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OMG, I know, I suck, but I am here and I promise I have good stuff and I will attempt to make you all laugh at some point........(lovely run-on sentence...am not editing)



So, right, I have been a bit lax in my blogging, but for reasons I cannot mention at this juncture, I have a feeling I will have a bit more time to keep up. Stay tuned for further updates.



No, I did not quit my day job (or my night job for that matter), as much as there are days I would love to. For instance, how about last week when I got into an insane phone battle with a doctor? I have pretty much had it with doctors. I graduated in 1996 with my degree in Respiratory Therapy. I have been treated like shit by doctors since that time. I think we can all agree that 13 years is long enough to be treated like shit by anyone, even those with advanced degrees. So I am on a Doctors-Treating-Me-Like-Shit Boycott. The doctor in question is one with whom our company has done a great deal of business in past years. This particular doctor is also mental. I made several valiant attempts to make him understand that certain insurance companies only pay for things "sometimes" meaning, "not 8 or 9 times a year". He feels that it is my duty as an RT and manager of the department to circumvent said insurance companies and give these patients what he tells me to. However, if I do so, we will not get paid. Not ONE DIME. So he essentially makes a habit of having me give things away for FREE! Well, we can all rest assured that this asswipe isn't giving away one minute of his "professional services" away for free now, can't we? And I am not the State Medicaid office, so I put my tiny little high-heeled shoe DOWN and say, "No, that's it, no more free shit for you!" Apparently, he does not like to be told "No". Nor do I, but as I was taught in my early years, you can't have everything. (I still think that's a crock of shit but that's another story) Anyhoo, shortly after his "Operation Antagonize Robyn Over The Phone" is completed, I start getting phone calls from a competitor. Here is how the bulk of them go:



Competitor: "Hello, did you happen to receive an order for a Mr. _______ regarding a _____(piece of equipment).



Me: "Why, yes, yes I did! Just now as a matter of fact. Why do you ask?" (I know damn well what's coming)



Comp: (slightly smug) "Well, we have just received the same order from Dr.____with a note to ring you and tell you to disregard." (Bastard can't call himself and tell me he is sending my patient elsewhere.....nooooo, to civilized)



Me: (condescending and bitchy) "Oh, no problem, we weren't going to do it as the patient is not eligible through the insurance to receive_______. You do realize you won't get paid either?"



Comp: "I am just going by the notes here."



Me: " Oh, I see. Well, have fun in your next insurance audit. Shall I transfer the records of Mr. _____? Or will they just be seeing you for this one free piece of equipment?"



Comp: "We will call you if we need the records"



Me: "Right-o. Have a beautiful day!"



This conversation happens 5 or so more times throughout the remainder of the day. Now, WTF is this dude trying to accomplish? Because in my mind, the patient loses, having been turfed someplace against his/her will for something he/she may or may not want; I lose because he is turfing my patients to another company against their will and mine, and he gains nothing other than the satisfaction of getting SOMEONE (doesn't matter who) to do what he wants regardless of the consequences. So, dude is on some kind of f**ked up power trip and I am left holding the bag, as it were.



Well, worry not my friends, because I have a plan! Really, when do I not have a plan, but seriously, I am working on Operation Dr. ____ Smackdown!!!!! I have recently gotten word that there is some BIG TIME competition for this guy in town, so I have been gently and happily referring ALL my patients to the competition, who, I must share, is a much more, how shall I say?....APPEALING outfit. So far, I have had good responses from my peeps. They are pleased that said new firm exists and are asking for more info. Haha! This Dr. ________does not know who he is messin' with! I mean, fair's fair right? You send my peeps to MY competition to make YOU happy? Fine, but I'll do you one better and send them to YOUR competition to make THEM happy! And Voila! my patients and I win and I am back to being RT of the Year. :) Ching!



I really f**king hate doctors. Really.



Other than that, I have been packing to move house yet again. Since I left home for college, (in 19**) I have moved approximately 1, 247 times. At least it feels that way. But this go 'round, I have the luxury of time, so I am slowly packing and pitching, then taking said packed items to my new residence (that of my fantastic BF) and storing them until all my belongings are there. Very organized, me.



So, as I mentioned earlier, stay tuned. I have lots to write about and catch you all up on.....back VERY soon.....



Tangled in packing tape....................................