Yeppers. Got it first hand from my VAMC Personal Care Physician (PCP), Rose M. Sessoms, M.D. that my liver “appears to be functioning well.” We have to wonder if Rose got her doctor’s license in some third world country that requires 40 hours of course work or if she has been smoking some of Washington’s now legal whacky tabacky. This doesn’t strike me as a form letter. And you wonder why I won’t ever let them cut on me again?
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In 1997 when I was being evaluated for the C&P examination, I drew a doctor Zaman, (woman from Pakistan) who after seeing all of my physical problems ruled as her assessment on the examination, “That there is nothing wrong with him physically.” I had to wonder at that point if she was consulting with Carnac the Magnificent.
All of the time I had “Bad knees with radiographic evidence, from too many stop, drop and taking covers with the Corps, bone spurs on both feet and knees, asthma, endocrine disorders from being exposed to low level radiation while in the first Persian Gulf theater war, exposure to Agent Orange, we all know where that was. Plus a plethora of other symptoms and not the least of which was layered up PTSD from two wars and engagements.
SO the next time that I happened to be in the Memphis, TN VAMC I made it a point to look her up. I made it a purpose to go in and show her my appeal that a good DAV service officer helped me file. I made it a point to ask her when I saw her if “Have you ever since being in America attended the ECFMG training?” For those who do not know ECFMG stands for Electoral College of Foreign Medical Graduates done here through the local University of Tennessee Medical School here in Memphis, TN, training is an AMA approved three to six year medical school for foreign medical doctors that want to practice “Good” medicine in the US.
She became furious and screamed at me that she should “throw me out of her office.” That would have been interesting to see, seeing that she likely weighed in at no more than 95 pounds.
NO wonder that she works for the VA, Likely she couldn’t get a job anywhere else. Oh, by the way, her husband also works at the local Memphis VAMC also. What does he do? He works in pulmonary medicine evaluating Vets for pulmonary disorders. It was a wonder how he did it for evaluated me as not having asthma when he never saw me, then that record when I wrote to Congressman John Tanner, suddenly vaporized out of my medical record.. He also is another non ECFMG attendee.
Well Cuz….we can all hope she is accurate. That being said, there are many other possibilities that can be read into this. Such as: She was looking at the wrong chart…….She could see that you rolled a seven & wanted you to go out at least with a smile on your face………or she had just finished a “bowl.” “Don’t worry….be happy.” Love ya man..!!
Was she wearing rose-colored glasses?
Doesn’t “H” stand for Hip, Hip Hooray?
Is this the VA’s way of telling you that you are not Tango Uniform yet?
I think they’re saying it’s okay to start drinking and smoking again. Debauchery is optional.
WTF, Can she READ the TEST. If your Liver is Fine, what the Hell is BAD
Mayhaps she thinks that REF RANGE is slang for reefer range. I could not get into med school because organic chemistry was a different cosmos for me but even I can look at the normal ranges and compare the current numbers. I always request a photocopy on the spot just so I have something to help wipe up the BS. Absolutely insane.
For hepper74, I disagree with you on not getting into medical school because of organic chem. A doctor that I once worked with told me that I would never get in medical school for three reasons.
One, I was not the son of a doctor that graduated from that school or,
Two I was not the son of a rich man that gave a large grant to that medical school to insure that his son got in or,
Three, I was not an approved minority and my physical appearance did not demonstrate that fact.
So hepper74, I commiserate with you.