They are calling themselves aesthetic surgeons now. A self titled distinction/contrast. Presumably this will prevent inappropriate referrals eg. reconstructions after cancer Rx, burns, trauma and the like. Can't have any ugly suffering in the waiting room.
But plastic surgeons are the real deal, their work is historically derived from treating war survivors wounds. They can sew your hand back on if cut off in an industrial accident. Put your face together after the windscreen collision. Do grafting for severe burns. Neaten up the stump after the land mine. That sort of thing.
As 'aesthetic' contains a difficult diphthong to pronounce then I prefer the abbreviated term : A-H surgeons. Easier to say, rolls off the tongue really, though don't confuse them with our well loved colo-rectal crews.
.... empties overflowing sarcasm drip tray
Cheers, Mike.
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
But an example of how inside the box some modern Dr's are and how the 'old country docs' often found answers to problems without all the new fangled tests!! Sometimes newer Dr's think everything can be found out thru tests instead of actually spending time with their pt's, this is becoming more and more the norm and causing more and more people to see the same Dr less often and say 'they don't LISTEN to me anymore'.
More like, doctors are afraid of being sued for malpractice if they don't order the test and it turns out it could have detected the condition, thus reducing or preventing suffering or death.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
(After stirring the pot, sneaks out back door and high tails it to Docs house, raids liquor cabinet, sits on deck watching 2 dingos fight over a carcass, sighs with content)
A complex issue with many facets aka the multi-headed hydra. Suffice to say that the traditional doctor/patient relationships have been ruptured partly by either party, but predominantly by third parties acting possibly in good faith, but probably not. I'll stop here ....
.... high tails it back to my house, plunders what remains in beer fridge, goes out to sit in polite company on back porch. Dingoes playing with food. Good for them. Content not to bother with snatching the win .... BURP ... excuse me ! Hoists signal flags on high pole to broadcast drinking intentions to surrounding countryside. Opens main gate in expectation of visitors. Breaks glass to retrieve key for reserve alcohol levy bunker. :-)
Cheers, Mike.
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
Oh my. Not feeling well at the moment. Got up to pee and suddenly started shivering with cold. Not the "gotta go!" kind of shivers. The last time I shivered like that was in ~August 2012 after the 3rd of 4 units of blood for anemia. Stomach is not quite right either. Thermostat was set to 69; bumped it to 74.
Was feeling better today. Still some nasal drip, but didn't take any cough gunk all day.
Head is starting to feel the extra heat and not like it, but body not so sure yet.
Starting to feel the call of the rear end. If anything comes out red, I'm going to the hospital. Try to keep you updated.
[update] Not feeling call after all. Suddenly sleepy without taking Ambien, and almost afraid to go to sleep.
[update 2 hrs later] Yes, I thought of CO, but my nose is not running for the first time in over a week, and my fingers and toes are not unusually pink. Had to pee again and took the opportunity to sit. Nothing. Yeah, I know, tmi. Felt warm and turned the thermo back down. Still don't want to take Ambien, though. Will turn off the light now, though.
[final update] Decided I wasn't getting to sleep. Took my melatonin. No help. Took some Tylenol. No help. Started to feel warm. Got up to pee again and stepped outside for a moment to cool down. Back to recliner. Finally took Ambien. Stomach changed from urpy to empty. Found a leftover chunk of Christmas chocolate and ate it. Went to sleep. Woke up for alarm.
Got to wondering if shivering was low blood sugar. Doesn't seem likely.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
Ladies & Gents I am of the opinion that the number that I have in mind will be reached before next weekend. I though thet you would like to know that :-))
Waiting for Godot & salvation :-)
Why do doctors have to practice?
You'd think they'd have got it right by now
Ladies & Gents I am of the opinion that the number that I have in mind will be reached before next weekend. I though thet you would like to know that :-))
Don't mind the hair. We're having... differences of opinion over whether it should just be one big snarl, or several hundred. Now I'm short two fingers, it's on its own *turn attention to correspondence*
WOW, I'm very grateful that atm my life is simpler than that.
I'm glad too, Betreger *acid blink* no really... I am :)
Does it get radio 2?
The hair, or the vacuum cleaner, Chris? If it's the latter then, no - though it gets frighteningly noisy, like it's trying to eat its own innards, motor first - which in absence of it doing the one thing it's supposed to do, I'm treating as a sign it might do one of two other things on an imminent basis ... either, spread itself over as vast a distance as it can - or set fire to itself, neither of which I entirely approve of to be honest. I'd hoped to have a chance to take it apart and see what can be done to persuade it to reconsider but haven't so haven't.
after having been deprived of that in childhood.
Oh. You too? When I washed ashore here *indicate here* some kindly locals, concerned for my safety in wider conversational settings, set about filling in the gaps in my knowledge they felt were essential for my survival in the wild. After laughing at me first of course. I expect the same would have been done for you, Mike...
*SNORT at lego army* African bush feet have very special powers *elevate nose to superior height* It's only pointy-bit-up-plug-snipers that can fell me. And nails. And cat bowls. And doors. And shoes. And socks *bore everyone with one more* and duvets. I've known them to result in considerable pain, although that bug David and Gary have been discussing has the potential too by the sounds of it :(
I hope you're both feeling better? Almost as much as I hope I don't get it, which is quite a lot.
*pause to learn things about updates and stuff* It was Ageless posting about that KBthingy at BOINC (I think) that convinced me I didn't want to ever have to post about any experience I'd ever had with it - so I haven't.
then forgets to take the spoon out of the cup. When he takes a drink, the spoon in the cup pokes him in the right eye.
Total cost: 50 dollar office visit.
I'm quietly confident that my trouble with milkshakes and straws is known only to the people who've witnessed them go up my nose. I'm also quietly confident I'll find their accounts easy to dismiss. They allege ... *what-do-they-know-blink* ... my lungs didn't unmoor themselves, ricochet upwards, slap the oxygen out of my brain, and make my head collapse in on itself - causing demise-by-dehydration. It's only-resuscitation-by-nostril that can account for my still being here, which is something, they can't refute, because I am.
I actually came in here to talk about packets of sugar though, but I'll do that tomorrow instead.
Please wait here. Further instructions could pile up at any time. Thank you.
Chris S_2 wrote: .... leaving
They are calling themselves aesthetic surgeons now. A self titled distinction/contrast. Presumably this will prevent inappropriate referrals eg. reconstructions after cancer Rx, burns, trauma and the like. Can't have any ugly suffering in the waiting room.
But plastic surgeons are the real deal, their work is historically derived from treating war survivors wounds. They can sew your hand back on if cut off in an industrial accident. Put your face together after the windscreen collision. Do grafting for severe burns. Neaten up the stump after the land mine. That sort of thing.
As 'aesthetic' contains a difficult diphthong to pronounce then I prefer the abbreviated term : A-H surgeons. Easier to say, rolls off the tongue really, though don't confuse them with our well loved colo-rectal crews.
.... empties overflowing sarcasm drip tray
Cheers, Mike.
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
mikey wrote:But an example of
More like, doctors are afraid of being sued for malpractice if they don't order the test and it turns out it could have detected the condition, thus reducing or preventing suffering or death.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
(After stirring the pot,
(After stirring the pot, sneaks out back door and high tails it to Docs house, raids liquor cabinet, sits on deck watching 2 dingos fight over a carcass, sighs with content)
And uh, oh yeah, I'm winning. (burp)
A complex issue with many
A complex issue with many facets aka the multi-headed hydra. Suffice to say that the traditional doctor/patient relationships have been ruptured partly by either party, but predominantly by third parties acting possibly in good faith, but probably not. I'll stop here ....
.... high tails it back to my house, plunders what remains in beer fridge, goes out to sit in polite company on back porch. Dingoes playing with food. Good for them. Content not to bother with snatching the win .... BURP ... excuse me ! Hoists signal flags on high pole to broadcast drinking intentions to surrounding countryside. Opens main gate in expectation of visitors. Breaks glass to retrieve key for reserve alcohol levy bunker. :-)
Cheers, Mike.
I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter ...
... and my other CPU is a Ryzen 5950X :-) Blaise Pascal
Oh my. Not feeling well at
Oh my. Not feeling well at the moment. Got up to pee and suddenly started shivering with cold. Not the "gotta go!" kind of shivers. The last time I shivered like that was in ~August 2012 after the 3rd of 4 units of blood for anemia. Stomach is not quite right either. Thermostat was set to 69; bumped it to 74.
Was feeling better today. Still some nasal drip, but didn't take any cough gunk all day.
Head is starting to feel the extra heat and not like it, but body not so sure yet.
Starting to feel the call of the rear end. If anything comes out red, I'm going to the hospital. Try to keep you updated.
[update] Not feeling call after all. Suddenly sleepy without taking Ambien, and almost afraid to go to sleep.
[update 2 hrs later] Yes, I thought of CO, but my nose is not running for the first time in over a week, and my fingers and toes are not unusually pink. Had to pee again and took the opportunity to sit. Nothing. Yeah, I know, tmi. Felt warm and turned the thermo back down. Still don't want to take Ambien, though. Will turn off the light now, though.
[final update] Decided I wasn't getting to sleep. Took my melatonin. No help. Took some Tylenol. No help. Started to feel warm. Got up to pee again and stepped outside for a moment to cool down. Back to recliner. Finally took Ambien. Stomach changed from urpy to empty. Found a leftover chunk of Christmas chocolate and ate it. Went to sleep. Woke up for alarm.
Got to wondering if shivering was low blood sugar. Doesn't seem likely.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
(No subject)
Annie minion :)
Einstein@Home Verified Contributor (I think?)
Ladies & Gents I am of the
Ladies & Gents I am of the opinion that the number that I have in mind will be reached before next weekend. I though thet you would like to know that :-))
Waiting for Godot & salvation :-)
Why do doctors have to practice?
You'd think they'd have got it right by now
Chris S_2 wrote:Ladies &
WOO HOO!!!
A vantage point in the
A vantage point in the 150s... Hm.
Feeling okay, but rather tired.
David
Miserable old git
Patiently waiting for the asteroid with my name on it.
Don't mind the hair. We're
Don't mind the hair. We're having... differences of opinion over whether it should just be one big snarl, or several hundred. Now I'm short two fingers, it's on its own *turn attention to correspondence*
I'm glad too, Betreger *acid blink* no really... I am :)
The hair, or the vacuum cleaner, Chris? If it's the latter then, no - though it gets frighteningly noisy, like it's trying to eat its own innards, motor first - which in absence of it doing the one thing it's supposed to do, I'm treating as a sign it might do one of two other things on an imminent basis ... either, spread itself over as vast a distance as it can - or set fire to itself, neither of which I entirely approve of to be honest. I'd hoped to have a chance to take it apart and see what can be done to persuade it to reconsider but haven't so haven't.
Oh. You too? When I washed ashore here *indicate here* some kindly locals, concerned for my safety in wider conversational settings, set about filling in the gaps in my knowledge they felt were essential for my survival in the wild. After laughing at me first of course. I expect the same would have been done for you, Mike...
*SNORT at lego army* African bush feet have very special powers *elevate nose to superior height* It's only pointy-bit-up-plug-snipers that can fell me. And nails. And cat bowls. And doors. And shoes. And socks *bore everyone with one more* and duvets. I've known them to result in considerable pain, although that bug David and Gary have been discussing has the potential too by the sounds of it :(
I hope you're both feeling better? Almost as much as I hope I don't get it, which is quite a lot.
*pause to learn things about updates and stuff* It was Ageless posting about that KBthingy at BOINC (I think) that convinced me I didn't want to ever have to post about any experience I'd ever had with it - so I haven't.
I'm quietly confident that my trouble with milkshakes and straws is known only to the people who've witnessed them go up my nose. I'm also quietly confident I'll find their accounts easy to dismiss. They allege ... *what-do-they-know-blink* ... my lungs didn't unmoor themselves, ricochet upwards, slap the oxygen out of my brain, and make my head collapse in on itself - causing demise-by-dehydration. It's only-resuscitation-by-nostril that can account for my still being here, which is something, they can't refute, because I am.
I actually came in here to talk about packets of sugar though, but I'll do that tomorrow instead.
Please wait here. Further instructions could pile up at any time. Thank you.