Welcome to un-social media.

My experiment with Social Media is OVER!  As you may already know, I dropped out of Google+ awhile ago when they decided to “share” all the information collected by them with their sponsors.  After all, there is MONEY to be made by directing certain advertisers to people who have searched or “cancer” treatments for instance.

This morning I got a message through my brother but relayed by a pleasant looking lady named Patricia.  She wanted to tell me “what your friends are saying about you!”  I could not care much less!

The only advantage I found with social media is that they make it easy to send pictures.  I will miss those, if you find them too difficult to send just to me.

So here is MY promise.  If you send something to me at jim@klatu.com, it will be safe, it will be held confidential and I will not sell your name, opinion, gripes or slams to anyone.

Hand to the heart,

JIM

 

 

Some People are Better Liar’s

I was about 12 years old when I learned that lying is difficult,and usually not worth the trouble.

You will recall maybe the incident we had with Steve and his G.I.surgeon.  The doctor started out with inviting Steve to join hands and say a prayer for a successful outcome.

That scared the hell out of Steve.  I thought it was peculiar but I have long since given up trying to understand people’s religious beliefs.

The results were reasonably good, yes he did have esophageal damage, it wasn’t pre-cancerous and  he needed to consult another surgeon.

For specialties like this, OHSU (Oregon Health Sciences University) is the best (maybe in the Northwest.)  There are two specialists in the field both rather eminent in their profession.  His current surgeon contacted one of them and was told he was interested in treating Steve.

A day or so later he (the original surgeon) called us back and said that Steve had been refused, because his insurance was not accepted by them.

Refused, REFUSED!  This is outrageous, he sees three other specilalists there.  Diana went into problem solving mode and called the department clerk who does scheduling at OHSU.  Let me look up his chart she was told.  Why was he refused was Diana’s question?

Now came the lie.  “We’ve had so many referrals that we have had to limit our patients to residents only in Oregon.”

Diana told her that their website showed that at least three of the eight specialists in the department are listed as “accepting new patients” and it didn’t seem reasonable to turn away patients when their practice was still open.

For those of you living outside of the region Portland, Oregon and Vancouver, Washington are really one big metropolis, often referred to with a hyphen.  The Portland-Vancouver area is as close to one big city as you can get.  Denying such a large portion is insane.

Diana called the financial department at the University and they were baffled also, though they did say each department has it’s own billing structure. Diana called the department clerk again and was giving the same run-around.

Diana concluded her conversation with ” Who I can appeal to about this?” The usual reply before hanging up and ignoring someone… “We will call you back with that.” Not surprisingly, that information was never forthcoming.

Alright, dammit!, I’ll hurt them If they are going to be so stupid!  I know that this is childish of me but that’s the way I react.  I started preparing a press alert to the newspapers on the Washington side of the border, there are eight daily and weekly rags that are available.  Today was the day that I was going to nail down the exact details of the refusal when I learned that the original surgeon was leaving his practice here.

Suddenly the light dawns, It wasn’t Steve. I wasn’t the state he lives in. It was this bozo surgeon.  This secretary had been given instructions to NOT accept him because of the referring physician and she was a very poor lair.

That’s an unfair thing to to do a her.  Her job is probably hard enough as it is.  The funny thing is , if she had told us that the local doctor was an idiot, we would have understood.   Such are the state of professional ethics.

I will call back today, and see if I can get a more reasonable answer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chicklet

I’m taking a short break from an important project to let you know about the hatching of two new chickens.  Hatching the old fashioned way.  I think that Roo (our rooster of course) is the greatest winner in this event since I clearly told him that without any chicks, there would be a stew-pot in his future.  He is now clearly off the hook.

Chicklets first!

Our “broody” hen is Chicklet, our only bantam hen.  Bantams are well-known to be good mothers.

I’m building an incubator to handle more chicks, and as usual I have “Over-Engineered” everything.  The old Engineering principle of KISS (keep it simple stupid) should have a corollary…TMYJ!  (That Means You Jim).

It’s nearly done so I can move on to other things.