tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296669137299786155.post7371061768370309812..comments2023-07-20T05:30:32.466-07:00Comments on In My Humble Opinion: Attention #HCSM Meeting Planners. Would You Like Me to Speak At Your Event?Jordan Grumethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12566078305685946261noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296669137299786155.post-83495014245685376952017-12-16T13:52:14.700-08:002017-12-16T13:52:14.700-08:00
Em grew sicker and sicker. While I watched him e...<br />Em grew sicker and sicker. While I watched him ebb away we tried to explain the way it was back in Glenn’s day. We tried to convince patients that we were still their friends and that we, too remembered when Em was healthy and vigorous. But he eventually succumbed to that final straw that broke his back. Em was dead. And when I gave my best friend his last good-bye and spoke his eulogy, we all missed those days of doing what a patient needed, rather than what a bureaucrat wanted to know about our patients/friends. We knew, if Em could speak, he might regret that phrase, “Joe, that’s just the way life is.” Em died. We lost him in a blizzard of records, finances, trivialities, computerized slowdowns with decreased productivity, and the fact that our patient/friends had now just become patients; For Em, you see, was the first letter of my beloved . . . Medicine.Joseph P Bark MDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296669137299786155.post-51871561791543844392015-11-26T19:40:28.462-08:002015-11-26T19:40:28.462-08:00Thank you sir.Thank you sir.Chukwuemeka G.noreply@blogger.com