I completely agree with you, I’m just concerned that…

Oh concern, concern, concern.  Oh trolls, trolls, trolls.

I read a lot of news articles and blogs and such, but even more than reading the articles I love to read the comments section.  I love/hate reading concern trolls.  Their logic is pathetic at best, cultish and grossly misinformed at the worst.  It makes me feel more validated in my opinion when I read concern trolls because I see how desperately they have to stretch research, how poorly read they are in research, how generally misinformed they are, etc.  Unfortunately, I eventually realize, that these thoughts come not only from this one lost soul whose comment I happen to be reading at the moment, but permeate most of the comment section and the rest of the world in general. Then I get sad and need Manhattan.

If you’re not familiar with the term, here is Wiktionary’s definition (I know, super legit right?  Unfortunately the term hasn’t quite made it into Merriam-Webster’s):  “Someone who posts to an internet forum or newsgroup, claiming to share its goals while deliberately working against those goals, typically, by claiming “concern” about group plans to engage in productive activity, urging members instead to attempt some activity that would damage the group’s credibility, or alternatively to give up on group projects entirely.” (http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/concern_troll)

So essentially, what happens is on a forum about let’s say weight, pro-weight, everyone is different, size  0 is as legit as size 20 so long as you’re happy and healthy, your general commentor is all like “Fuck yeah!  Fuck diets!  I’m happy and healthy at 16!  Go me!  Go everyone!”  And I read this and smile and feel happy that people are starting to accept their bodies and not unrealistic standards.  Then, I continue to read and I find a bunch of concern trolls being all like “Well, yeah happy and healthy is good, but I really worry about their actual health.  Like, there’s not possible way to be healthy at that weight and I can’t imagine these women are actually happy with the way they look.”  The subtext being “anyone over size 4 is gross and they’re going to die and they’re never going to have sex.  We should just put them out of their misery.”  This can be used to justify beliefs about denying employment, blocking healthcare benefits to people, simple exploitation, and more.   My favorite is this full length article that is nothing but concern trolling about little girls eating chocolate: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1336960/Why-mustnt-afraid-tell-daughters-fat.html.  I have also read some really great concern trolls about the Trayvon Martin case, apparently people are worried that Zimmerman “just won’t get a fair shake with all this media attention.”  Another favorite?  “I agree that no woman deserves to be raped, but they really should be more careful going out looking like that.  They know what could happen.”

(<<–How cute is this guy?)

I often can’t tell is the person knows they are a concern troll.  I think some people honestly are “worried” and others are just being dicks.  The ultimate goal of these people is to make you change your mind by making you think that they are so worried about you.  It is no longer appropriate to openly disagree with people, we have to “express concern” and “politely disagree with some minor points.”  Fuck this.  I’m making it my job to start calling out concern trolls.  If you have a dissenting opinion, be fucking honest with it.  Admit it. Don’t be a dick by trying to show how “concerned” you are and how much you “just want to help.”

Okay, have a nice life, and avoid the trolls!

Just FWI:

I will punch the person sitting to my right if she does not learn to let people finish their sentences before she “corrects” them.

I hate school.

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Oh hey, Mr. Too Legit to acknowledge evidence based interventions just adjusted to his Debatin’ pose!

Kill me.

This just in!

Rick Santorum proposes that women report each menstrual cycle to the federal government and be jailed until they conceive a child.  Santorum states that every time a woman has her period she is aborting a potential life and this kind of “lifestyle convenience” can no longer be tolerated if we hope to keep our Christian nation strong.

Later in his speech, he continued to press the importance of small government.Image *

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Haha!  Just kidding.  But it sounds like something he’d say.

Addendum to last post.

I had to add an addendum to the previous post because something was really bothering me when I was with the doctors.

 Again, I preface this: I know ER docs and such are super busy and it’s hectic and Clinic docs are just as busy.  But, they are still doctors and if they are understaffed, that needs to be addressed.  They should be providing the best care and addressing all patient questions.

During the week I had my stitches in, I got a bit of a cold.  Nothing terrible, just some bad coughing, lethargy, sore throat, stuffy head, and the like.  I still had the cold when I went in for the follow-up.  They asked me if everything was ok with the wound and such.  Now, FYI: every time I get sick I think I’m dying, even though I never go to the doctor.  I just lie in bed and complain and drink tea, essentially waiting to die.  But, I figured since I was there I would make sure I didn’t have MRSA or something else terrible.  So I told the triage nurse, the med student that took out my stitches, and the attending, “I am kinda sick.  Is that a problem?”  The nurse said: “hrm.  No fever. Down the hall to the left, second door.  The doctor will be in in a minute.”  The student said: “Your stitches look great.  My attending will be in here to look it over real quick and you can go home.”  The attending said: “Looks good.  Have a good day.”

At no point did any of them address my being sick or check anything other than my temperature.  I do have a history of giving myself viral infections.  Essentially this just means I stress myself out enough to kill my immune system and allow normal viruses that should be easily killed to make me uber sick.  I assume that is what this is.  Meds don’t really work, you just have to be okay with feeling super sluggish for about 5 days.  But come on docs!  I could be dying!  Respond to my concerns!

What I learned at the ER…

So, last Monday I had to go to the ER because I’m mildly stupid and extremely clumsy.  Now, I am not a doctor going person.  The only doctor I go to is the Optometrist, because that’s more like a shopping trip for people who love glasses.  The last time I was at the ER was when I was about 2 or 3, which I obviously don’t remember but I assume a lot has changed since then.

So, I first learned that everyone talks very quickly and you’re not allowed to read anything you sign.  In fact, you’re lucky if they even tell you what you’re signing.  I first signed my Consent to Treatment, which I’m pretty familiar with thanks to my job.  So no problem with that.  After that was signed, I wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on, perhaps it was the blood loss that was distracting me.

Fast Forward to my discharge. I’m handed a bunch of insurance papers and such.  The woman at the desk mumbles something while she hands them to me.  I flip to the first page to figure out what is going on and what I’m signing.  The woman says “It’s insurance.  If you want your insurance to pay, you sign it.” I felt really pressured and ill-informed about what I was being given.

I went back today for my wound check/follow-up.  Once again, they take my ID and insurance and such and quickly take me back to do the check up.  But while I’m waiting for the docs, this guy comes in and says something hardly comprehensible about my insurance and when do I want to pay my co-pay?  He tells me the amount and I say I can pay before leave, at which time he offers to take my credit card then and there.  I’m really taken aback because I feel like that is an inappropriate offer.  I was fully cognizant and I’m well educated in paperwork and such, so I declined saying I’ll wait and I ask his name to make sure I remember.  However, I feel like people in this situation could be very easily taken advantage of.  I think it is inappropriate and far too easy to take advantage of someone in a medical office by taking their credit card.  It would be too easy for a staff member to steal the information or overcharge you.  IDK, but it wasn’t okay with me.  Then, when I go to leave and make my copayment, the doctor comes out and says “oh, wait, you need to sign this before you leave.”  Again, I ask what I’m signing.  His very disturbing response: “Uhh, I don’t know.   Hold on.  Oh, this is your wound cleaning instructions.  Oh, this just said that we explained to you how to take care of the wound.”  Even though he actually didn’t do this, I signed it.  I wasn’t about to give him shit and cleaning a cut isn’t difficult.

In addition to not being able to read things, I would like to talk about the lack of informed consent for procedures.  As I said, I don’t go to doctors a lot.  My experience was pretty simple, clean, x-ray to check for class, clean, stitch, wrap, and go.  But even for this, they had to give me meds, local anesthesia and such.  But, other than asking if I had any allergies, I was never given any info about the medications I was being given.  I understand that I was in an ER, but again I was fully cognizant once I stopped bleeding, I was calm, I like to think I was pretty chipper for an ER patient.  But no one talked to me about what they were doing for more than 30 seconds, never was it asked if I was okay with what was happening.  The doctors and nurses were nice, but as far as Informed Consent, it was totally absent.

Last year, I also had to go to the ER with the bf, who was super sick.  They did SOOOO many tests on him!  Ultrasounds, CT scans, X-rays!  Shit son, they threw the whole battery at him.  What did this result in?  A bottle of antibiotics and an $8000 bill.  Never, at any point was he asked if it was okay to do all these tests or if he consented to them or even what they all meant.

I have been told (yeah, this feels like I’m going to tell you a myth about Leprechauns or something) that you can refuse certain treatments.  But, the catch is, they never ask you if you’re willing to do them in the first place.  Essentially, you have to jump up and down like a child or go on a rampage in order to get your medical treatment explained to you.

So yeah.  I am a better person now for knowing what being an adult hospital patient means.  It means being forced to sign things without being able to read them and having no understanding of what’s being done to you.  Oh, and for some reason, you can never see your medical file.  Doctors are really resistant to this for some reason, even though it belongs to you.  I really want to stress that:  YOUR MEDICAL FILE BELONGS TO YOU AND YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO SEE IT WHENEVER YOU WANT.