free medical advice

Things that clients do that frustrate (aka piss off) veterinary staff

1. A new client not informing us that their pet is a known biter.

2. Questioning the diagnosis because Google said something different.

3. Wanting us to help your sick animal but not wanting to run any diagnostics so we can actually figure out what is wrong and treat appropriately.

4. Calling for an appointment in the morning, not showing up, show up late and getting pissed when we can’t accommodate you.

5. Asking to hold….now this is a bit controversial I will admit. But, in most cases owner’s don’t know how to properly restrain and I have seen the owner and the doctor get bit as a result.

6. Letting your children run wild in an exam room.

7. Bringing in a second pet for an exam when you are only scheduled for one.

8. Telling the technician one history and the doctor something completely different. Why yes, I do enjoy looking like a complete idiot. Thank you.

9. Ignoring the technician during discharge then calling us 30 minutes later because the technician didn’t tell you when to give the meds.

10. Wanting free medical advice over the phone…when you aren’t our client.

11. Lying about your recreational drug use when we ask if the pet got into anything. We know…we always know.

12. Complaining about the cost of vaccines.

13. Sending the spouse/SO that knows nothing about the pet to the appointment instead of the one that actually does.

14. Google DVM

15. Medical professionals that treat humans assuming they know veterinary medicine.

16. Telling us that their pets ears/eyes have been infected for months and you guess you should finally do something about it…then complain about the bill because it has gotten so bad.

17. Refuse pain meds for your obviously painful pet because you didn’t need them when you hurt yourself that one time.

18. Asking us to euthanize your healthy pet because you are unable to care for them…and refusing to surrender because no one will ever love them as much as you.

19. Telling my doctor’s they aren’t “real” doctors because you don’t like their diagnosis or the bill.

20. Rudeness.

21. Declining heartworm preventative because your dog doesn’t leave the yard.

22. And my own personal hell…commenting on your pets horrible breathe…discovering severely advanced dental disease then refusing to do a dental…because….$$

You Make Me Better

BASED ON THIS POST by @bleebug and subsequent comments from @thesschesthair and @seethelovelyintheworld Thanks ladies for this inspirational prompt, I had a great time writing this.  Thanks to @laschatzi and @xhookswenchx for read through and beta services!

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CS Neighbors AU where Emma is a nurse and Killian is her definitely-faking-it hypochondriac neighbor who uses illnesses and injuries as an excuse to talk to her.

*~♥~*

Emma had just put her dinner together and sat down on her couch with a nice glass of red wine, and Netflix ready to go. The upside to working in a small private practice was for the first time since attending college, Emma Swan had a somewhat normal schedule. It allowed her peaceful evenings to herself to do what she pleased. Tonight she’d been home from another long day for a mere half an hour and was beyond ready to relax.

“Swan!”

“I should have turned off the goddamn lights,” she muttered.

“Swaaaan!” the interloper persisted, pounding on her door again.

The downside meant a certain pesky neighbor soliciting free medical advice on the regular. Rolling her eyes, she put the television remote and her glass of wine on the coffee table, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t be neighborly, but Killian Jones was a menace. The man was a hypochondriac of the worst kind - a fake hypochondriac - some new illness ailing him weekly. She flung her door open just as he was poised to knock again. The breeze it caused carried in his scent, and Emma was olfactorily assaulted by just one of the real reasons Killian Jones drove her crazy.  The next havoc he wreaked on her was the sight waiting before her. Killian Jones, shirtless… again, gingerly propped up against the frame of her door. Last time he’d shown up shirtless he’d insisted that a tiny mosquito bite on his back was a case of the shingles. She wondered if his shirtless visits were nothing more than a chance for him to flaunt his altogether delicious chest: just the right amount of definition and muscle covered by taut skin that pulled as he gesticulated his every word, all overlaid with beautiful black chest hair that descended into a thin trail disappearing under the waistband of his pajama pants.

“Swan, thank the gods you’re here, lass. I need medical assistance.”

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gentle reminders for medical questions

1. I am not a doctor.  I have medical training but I am not licensed to make medical diagnoses or write prescriptions.  I can get myself in legal trouble if I give you medical advice on the Internet and something bad happens as a result.

2. I cannot see, hear, or touch you, and I do not know your medical history.  A brief verbal description is rarely enough to know exactly what’s going on with your body.

3. If you have a primary care doctor, their office will take your phone calls for free and give medical advice.  If you just received care from a particular doctor, their office will take your calls with follow-up questions.  If you have insurance, or live in a country with government-provided healthcare, they likely have a nurse line you can call for medical advice.  These are all much better sources to talk to than a Tumblr ask box.

4. Things I am happy to offer (subject to availability/ability/management-has-the-right-to-deny-service):

- Help and encouragement navigating the medical system

- Opinions on general healthcare topics

- Answers about general medical information

- Sexual health answers that don’t involve a current acute illness

This isn’t personal to the last asker, but I’ve been getting a lot of medical advice asks, and I needed to set some limits.  I could get myself in trouble–and more importantly, I could cause you to not get appropriate care–by overreaching in answering “what’s this rash?” questions.

anonymous asked:

six senses prompt: robin entertains the idea of moving closer to regina. whatever happens from there, you decide :D

This is a quickie.


“I was thinking,” Robin said. He was settled into Regina’s sofa, his back pressed up against the arm with Regina half asleep on top of him.

“You usually are,” she mumbled. They’d gone out for dinner at Meg’s, then to the town square for a concert by the high school band and glee club, and had just finished decaf and dessert before stretching out in her living room. She was maybe 15 minutes away from conking out, and she didn’t want to waste those 15 minutes with something as mundane as thinking.

“Something specific this time, love,” he said with a smile. “It’s a long drive from my place to here, and it’s a pain for you to come to me,” an understatement, giving that it involved an Uber driver and calling ahead to make sure he was ready to meet the car and guide her up the uneven stairs in his building, “and I was thinking it might be easier if I moved a little closer to Watertown.”

Suddenly she wasn’t sleepy anymore. She pushed herself up against his chest and looked at him, trying desperately to make out his face in the dim light. Nothing, but she could feel his fingers run through her hair, tugging lightly at the ends of it.

***

“You like your place,” she said. He did – he’d told her that the first time she came over, walked her through the condo with its cherry floors and granite countertops, all redone over the course of the two years he’d lived there. It was close to his office, close to Marian, and Roland had his own room on the weekends when Robin had custody.

“I do,” he said. “But I like you more.”

“I don’t want you to rearrange your life to make it easier for me.” He already did enough of that, so much that she was starting to feel that their relationship was a little bit one-sided. She asked, he provided. She didn’t ask, but he still found ways to make her forget that she couldn’t see. If she was feeling guilty before for being high maintenance, it was nothing compared to the boulder that lodged in her throat at the thought of him giving up his home just to make it easier to see her.

“Regina, I’m not thinking of rearranging our life to make it easier for me. I’m thinking of doing it to make it easier for us. I would like to not have to fight rush hour traffic to see you for dinner. I would like to not have to pack a bag every time I come over here, because there’s no way I can stop at home to get a fresh change of clothes before I go in to the office. I would like to spend more time with you, and if I shave off the commute, I can do that.” He tapped her nose. “It isn’t just about you.”

Liar. He wasn’t even a good liar, she thought with a smile. In the year that they’d been together, he’d done an excellent job of making things about her. It was long past time she returned the favor.

“It’s a lot of work and expense, just to be closer to me,” she said, and she could feel his chest expand as he took a deep breath to argue with her. She stilled him with a few gentle pats to his arm. “If it’s something you really want to do, maybe we should discuss it in terms of where we want to be. Geographically and…otherwise.”

“Otherwise?” he asked.

“I’m not just in this for the free medical advice,” she said. “I’m in this for the long haul. So, if you want to be closer to me, maybe we should talk about how we can both make that work. Together.”

“Together, as in together in one place?”

She nodded. “If that’s something you’d like. I don’t want to rush you.”

He laughed and pulled her closer. “Sweetheart, I’d move in tomorrow if you’d let me. But we’d need to discuss your closet.”

“What’s wrong with my closet?” she huffed.

“It’s not big enough for two,” he whispered against her ear. “We can talk about how to fix that. Together.”

She hummed, settling her head on his chest once again. “Can we discuss it tomorrow? Tonight, I think I’d just like to enjoy this.”

“Oh, my love, I am.” He wrapped his arms so tightly around her that she struggled for a second to breathe, then relaxed into his warmth. “I am.”

anonymous asked:

this is random as hell but are there any doctors you know on here?? for free medical advice? i'm tired of scouring the internet for a really obscure taboo problem and i can't schedule a gyno bc poor. i'm freaking out, please help.

I don’t know anyone on here personally but one of our followers might know.