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Bedside Manners: Its the Thought That Counts by Patrica L Raymond, MD, FACP, FACG

It’s the thought that counts.

That’s the phrase you hear when you look at your gift with bewilderment, seeking to understand—why this? Why to me? It usually comes as a set with a phrase about gift horses. And it’s always non-returnable, without a gift receipt.

The phrase leapt into my mind and burrowed there this week when I received an email from one of our local large hospitals about this years’ plans to celebrate Nurses Week. It left me bewildered. (more…)

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What Do You Need To Do At Fifty? You Need Your Colonoscopy: No Ifs, Ands, Or Butts! by Patricia L. Raymond, MD, FACP, FACG

I’m proud to be a Big Buttinski. After all, I chose to become a Gastroenterologist. And   I want you to get your colonoscopy now.

You think that I am going to harp on the medical reasons, don’t you? About how 40% of Americans at forty have one or more colon polyps, little fleshy mushroom–like growths, sprouting in their colon.  And how these polyps, usually over a ten to twelve year span, may proceed onto cancer in 6% of us. That as our number two cancer killer, after lung, you really need your colonoscopy done to look for and remove those polyps, simply because now you’re fifty.

Nah. Too easy. Instead, I’m going to tweak most Americans two darkest desires: greed and the quest for fame. (more…)

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I Had A Little Polyp!

Just in time for Hannukah comes this festive tune shared with us by Dr.  Pat Raymond

I Had a Little Polyp
(To the tune of I Had a Little Dreidle…)

I had a little polyp
The doctor took it out
It’s going to the lab now
I hope no more will sprout

Oh, polyp, polyp, polyp
the doctor took you out
Oh polyp, polyp, polyp
I hope no more will sprout

My polyp it was villous
It spread so far and wide
They cauterized it neatly
They snared from side to side

Oh polyp, polyp, polyp
It spread so far and wide
Oh polyp, polyp, polyp
They snared from side to side

My polyp it was healthy
The lab said it’s benign
And I’ll be back in 5 years
To keep me feeling fine

Oh polyp, polyp, polyp
The lab said it’s benign
Oh polyp, polyp, polyp
I’ll keep feeling fine!

Lyrics by Ellen Jacobs, RN, Ginny Sodano, RN and Dr. Joel Garsten,
The Endoscopy Unit at St. Mary’s Hospital, Waterbury, CT

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Bedside Manners: Distractable Doctors – Get Their Head in the Game by Patricia L Raymond, MD, FACP, FACG

Image by Seth Thompson CC

Image by Seth Thompson CC

It could be worse…my hair could be on fire.

For the multitudes following my adventures on JNJ: you may have noticed that I dropped from the radar screen for a month. Or two. I thank you for noticing. Let’s do lunch. I’ll buy.

So where’d I disappear to? It was just life…getting in the way of medicine and JNJ merriment. Over the last two months I have closed my solo gastroenterology practice and rejoined an excellent G.I. group (good fortune in these interesting economic times), sold my home (hurrah- > 1 year on market) and downsized to a petite condo on the Chesapeake Bay that is just completing its renovation with all the details, calls, and really somewhat fun troubleshooting that remodeling entails. I’ve been distracted by disruptions in both my practice and home lives. But it could have been worse; my hair could have been on fire.

In fact, instead of merely being on fire, my head should have exploded. (more…)

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Bedside Manners: Family Adventures by Patricia L. Raymond, MD, FACP, FACG

Photo by June Vette

Photo by June Vette

Family matters.

Several years ago, I took an Adventure Women trip down the Grand Canyon , with thirty wild women in two inflatable rafts venturing down the Colorado River rapids to Lake Powell, over the course of five days. The trip of a lifetime.

I can not do justice in my description of the majesty of the view of the canyon from its base. As we travelled down river, the canyon walls progressively rose to either side of us, layer by layer. At night, we slept on the sandy riverbank, a narrow swath of stars visible in the slender night sky above, bracketed by the massive rock canyon walls.

As will happen in adventure travel, ladies got injuries from scrambling down side canyons on hikes. A twisted ankle here, a scraped knee there. As I had been outed as the sole physician on the trip (“Hey, I just do butts” didn’t keep the limbs away), I got to make hmmmmm noises as I prodded swollen ankles looking for crepitance, and then sent the injured to soak their ankles in the frigid river. (more…)

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