I told the nurse about my Skype scenario. The hospital I am at already does this with a Lake Erie Island called Put In Bay. They have a remote clinic set up there. Dr.looks at it and prescribes it and they have a RN over there give the shot if whatever. The times they are a changing.

(08-03-2013 07:24 PM)Machiavelli Wrote:  I'm talking about globalizing it. Why can't we get a script over the internet? Think about that?

Umm, I have glaucoma. Who's this india guy you keep talking about?

The f'ing insurance company lobbyists wrote the ACA, Obamacare. What the f*uck did you expect. They are banking.

(08-04-2013 12:27 PM)Machiavelli Wrote:  Ok so I'm in a hospital er right now. My wife made me come in because of our daughters immune condition. I'm getting two shots and he says I will be good in about 15 minutes. Is that unbelievable? Benadryl and a steroid. Ok reason I started the thread. Me and the check in nurse just had a great Obama care discussion. Everybody is being pushed to the 30 hour work week and the "gold card" people still have better health care than the working poor. Guys I've been leaning this way for awhile but I just can't see Obamacare standing as it is today. Too many I intended consequences of loopholes.

But weren't you the guy telling us how great it was going to be?

(08-04-2013 12:38 PM)Machiavelli Wrote:  I told the nurse about my Skype scenario. The hospital I am at already does this with a Lake Erie Island called Put In Bay. They have a remote clinic set up there. Dr.looks at it and prescribes it and they have a RN over there give the shot if whatever. The times they are a changing.

BTW, how's your daughter doing? I think of your situation from time to time and I hope she's ok. I don't really care how you're doing.....LOL

If you don't want to share I understand.

Positive Rep me and I'll vote for Obama in 2016

Back in the mid-80's when I was a wee lad, I got a hold of a machete. It was part of a 4 piece decorative knife set my dad brought back from a business trip to the Philippines.

This was back in the day when the best toys where still little green army men, and I was using the machete to cut them up. I placed the poor dudes on a wicker basket and hacked away at the army men with the machete.

One blow glanced off the side of the basket, and buried itself in my knee all the way to the bone. As in there it is, my kneecap!

There really was very little blood, and little to no pain. Probably some combination of a clean cut to the bone, and shock.

At the time, my mom was out of the apartment somewhere, and my dad was at work. The only person at home was my little sister and our Amah, (maid) who took one look at me and screamed.

This is of course way, way before cell phones so she tries my dad at work with no luck. She next tried our friends upstairs, and they are home and come down. It's a family from New Zealand whose father works at the Embassy as the Military Attache. He's half white, half Maori and may have been pushing 6.5' ,250lbs. Our Amah had wrapped my leg in dishtowels, so he hauls me downstairs to his Embassy car - a beautiful late 70's Mercedes fintail - and we hightailed it over to the Hospital. Many many years later, after this guy retired, we found out that he was one of the top covert spies in NZ intelligence and had received many medals for his contributions to the Commonwealth.

By that time, my dad had been located and he met us at the hospital. The doctor was a tiny Indian man, and he was able to put his ENTIRE HAND into the wound, the check it out. It was that swollen. The cut is pretty clean, their is a small V-shaped wedge out of my knee, and some tendons are severed and had retreated back into me leg.

After surgery, I find out it took almost 70 stitches to put me back together. 10 for the tendons, 30 for the first layer inside my leg, 30 for the skin layer at the top. I had a crotch to ankle cast for an entire summer. Even today the scar is 6 inches long and 1/2 wide, pink as you know what, and still gets a lot of comments.

Mostly I tell people I was attacked by German Shepard guard dogs, or bit by an alligator.