"Good afternoon, my name is Klinger and I'll be taking care of you today...."

[captainsblog]

Talk about timely.

As you may have seen around other corners of the Interwebs, Eleanor wound up injured while the rest of us were all out of town yesterday. Emily and Cam got home before I did, and Em rushed her over to the friendly neighborhood urgent care facility; officially known as MedFirst, but always generically known to us as Doc-in-a-Box.

Alas, no more catchy head first.... to MedFirst jingles on the radio, though.  Attention! All personnel!

MedFirst Urgent Care PLC is changing its name to take on the national brand of MASH Urgent Care, affiliated with one of the largest local urgent care center networks in the country.

That also gives it a highly recognizable name that is easily linked to medical care.

... MASH Urgent Care's name, which is trademarked by Innovative Health Services of America, stands for "Medical Attention Starts Here."

Hopefully that attention will begin to include triage and competence. When Eleanor came in, bleeding but with a tentatively at-home-applied butterfly bandage on the head wound, the receptionist asked her what was wrong.  Once it was explained that the bandage on her head was not a decorative bow, Emily was the one to make sure they checked her pupils for possible concussion effects. And the three staples didn't take the first time and had to be removed and replaced. 

Forget MASH. They should've renamed this place for Office Max, since they're clearly trying to get you to buy needless extra supplies.

Fortunately, despite all that, she's doing better this morning. At 3 a.m. when we were both up (surprise surprise), her biggest issue was soreness in the arm that took the tetanus shot.

We have no idea what any or all of this cost; Eleanor's on a high-deductible plan, so we're going to have to shovel some samoleans into the HSA to cover whatever it is. If they try to charge for the extra staples, I will head over there and drop off a box of scorpions in the CEO's office- assuming Radar can find some for me.

Comments

[thanatos-kalos.livejournal.com]

Yes, urgent care is not generally to the best standard... *sigh* I think Frank's very likely their top surgeon.

The tetanus jab pain should resolve by tomorrow and surgical staples shouldn't cost that much (though the labour of stapling they might get you for, alas).

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

I just hope they're not dumb enough to use the tv theme song in their advertising, since its name (with fitting lyrics used in the original Altman film) is "Suicide is Painless." That would suggest a medical director with a name of Kervorkian, not Burns.

[digitalemur.livejournal.com]

I'm always sore from tetanus shots, and feverish from my flu shots, so I sympathize! Glad you got it taken care of.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Damn, now I need to remember my last time of getting one. Nope, complete repressed memory:P

[drbear.livejournal.com]

I don't care. If they have a nurse who looks like Sally Kellerman, I'm there.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Sadly, Loretta Swit is more likely around here, if not the aforementioned Jamie Farr.

[tilia-tomentosa.livejournal.com]

Ouch!

I don't envy El that adventure, definitely.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

I was sure she was going to beg out of work today, but of course she didn't. Did fine, getting a hug out of the deal from a 90-year-old customer. How can you go wrong with that?

[nentikobe.livejournal.com]

Trouble is, its always the Frank types that end up in charge...

T. shots are the absolute worst.

I bet I could find some Australian nasties to send - and on her behalf, I would!

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Heh. More than once today, I've had a chorus in my head of Korean orderlies chanting, "You terr em, Ferret Face!"

And the local friend who was, originally, to be the third roommate in their new housekeeping, has explained her bailout and is still friends with all of us. She works at a local pet store and has access to scorpions AND tarantulas. So save the postage and packing for better things:)

box o'nasties

[throbinson.livejournal.com]

Years ago, when my parents owned a big Victorian house that had a semi-detached apartment out back (which had originally been a combination kitchen/servants' quarters), we had a very interesting lady renter. She told us she had mailed a tarantula to an ex after a bad breakup... and I didn't doubt this lady for one second. Turns out she ended up working at the National Zoo in DC, and with elephants, not creepycrawlies.