I’m in a surgical suite this morning for my routine, five-year colonoscopy. HIPAA rules are paramount in these places: patient privacy at all costs. Yet, you can clearly hear the conversation with the receptionist and each patient checking in, and you can watch people in the prep room and hear the conversations between them and the nurses. This is Rhode Island. There’s at most three degrees of separation in the entire stat! I was hoping to meet one of our Senators.
The funniest thing: The nurse moving me from prep to the operating theater asks my name and birthdate when we depart, a strict rule. When we arrive, she asks me again! I said, “You were with me for the 15-second trip down the hall. How could I have changed in front of you?!” I then asked the doctor’s date of birth. He found that quite funny.
The best thing: Flying colors, next appointment in another five years. I urge all of you to consider this highly effective preventive procedure. (I watched on the screen, and it turns out I’m much more interesting on the outside than the inside.)