Happy anniversary to me. One year ago, I had a mastectomy.
Just saying that makes me feel like I'm in some kind of 12-step program. "Hello, my name is Julie Weight and I'm a cancer survivor."
I don't feel like a cancer survivor, although I'm not sure what cancer survivors are supposed to feel like. Every time I look in the mirror, move my left arm, get dressed and go to the doctor for a checkup, I'm reminded that I did, indeed, have cancer. In spite of all that, it's rather easy to forget I'm a cancer survivor.
April 25, 2007.
Behold the poor burger. On the one hand, maligned by advocates of healthy living; on the other hand, consumed in record numbers by Americans. It seems people are saying the right thing in public - and doing something else when the rubber meets the road.
I'm pretty sure nobody plans on starting a business that isn't profitable. However, in medical transcription, I am pretty sure that a lot of small companies start up with no real plans at all.
I think I'm on to something here when it comes to answering the question: "Why would facilities make highly educated physicians with high earning potential spend the time to input their own medical records?" What chain of events would have to occur to make the time it takes for "once and done," performed by the MD, look attractive?
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