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  • You Will Sadly Find an Emergency on Every Corner

    You Will Sadly Find an Emergency on Every Corner

    As you drive to work today, take a glance on the corners on your way.  You see the traditional fast food restaurants, you’ll see the gas stations and oil change place.

    But an ER on every corner?  It’s coming.  Emergency room facilities are popping up on street corners around the US. We already have “urgent care clinics” popping up as a convenience to us, but why?

    Our short attention span society is here and everything is an emergency:

    “Oh no, I have a nose bleed, go to a doctor, nah I need the ER!”

    “I think I have the flu, I need to go to the ER!”

    “I’m so drunk! Maybe I should go to the ER!”

    “I can’t take time out of my busy day to make a doctor’s appointment, but there’s blood in my sputum, I need the ER!”

    Perhaps on the last one you might need to be checked for TB but I digress. The nation’s emergency rooms are choked with non emergency cases every year.  A study was done by the University of Colorado School of Medicine which discussed the acuity and access of emergency departments in 2011. ¹ This study showed patients with Medicare/Medicaid used emergency departments more than those who had private insurance.  According to a 2011 National Hospital Ambulatory Medical Care Survey by the CDC ² an estimated 136.3 million emergency department visits occurred to short stay and general hospitals in the US. Only 35% of these visitors had private insurance.  The rest were a combination of Medicaid/Chip/Medicare or no insurance at all.  Patients considered the emergency room as their primary care physician because hospital emergency departments are required by federal law to provide care to all patients, regardless of their ability to pay.

    But emergency centers are popping up on street corners around the United States as a way of providing health care, and the inherent profits within, to the under served.

    It also allows centers to be placed in more affluent areas that for convenience and for a price, the hospital emergency department can be avoided.

    Will this trend continue?  As long as it is profitable for doctors to provide services without the bureaucracy of a hospital and they continue to be paid by Medicare / Medicaid, doctors will ring the cash register.

    I feel something coming on. (cough, cough, I’m sick.)

    ¹ Capp, Roberta, et al. “National study of health insurance type and reasons for emergency department use.” Journal of general internal medicine 29.4 (2014): 621-627.

    ² “Ambulatory Health Care Data.” Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, 29 July 2014. Web. 11 Aug. 2015. <http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/ahcd/factsheets.htm#2011>.

  • Would you like some cheese with that WHINE?

    Would you like some cheese with that WHINE?

    I’ve held my words these last couple of days. I’ve tried to be the better man.

    But in the immortal words of Popeye… “That’s all I can stands, cuz I can’t stands n’more”

    Stop complaining people. Yup, I said it. If you have a problem with something, don’t complain, offer to help. 

    I have been told of several people who would like to complain about the 4th on Broadway parade, street fair and fireworks today. I would like to reserve this place for such bitching.

    I will take the comments and requests up to the 4th on Broadway Committee when we next meet.

    Please remember the following: 4oB is volunteer driven. most, if not all of the problems that you may have experienced were due to the errors of other individuals and not of 4oB.

    I will accept all flames here.

    I accept them and then will reply to your flame with an invitation to be a volunteer next year.

    My wife and I will be co-chairing the parade next year and unlike the under 33 days I had to prepare with no previous experience with a week taken away, since i was out of town getting my teenage kids, we will spend the next year trying to make the parade even better.

    Please have the guts not to leave anonymous emails and messages at my work unlike some people who have done so since Saturday.

    Have the guts to sign your name to your complaints, then help us make it better next year.

    I believe in the volunteers and in our city! Do you have the fortitude to back up your words? I do, will you?

    I have the guts to be proud of the volunteers of 4th on Broadway cause they were too few.  I have the guts to say that a bunch of people cussed my wife out because she told them to back up and they didn’t.

    Some people will say that “parade marshals” will stop people from coming onto the road.

    I have a better idea, let’s try this out for size. Parents should take responsibility for their children instead of letting them run out into the streets.  People hate change, but we as a city need to change.

    How about one suggestion, that I heard, no candy throwing at all?  Or would people complain about that too?

    I love this city so much, but people complaining about the parade are the reason why this city can’t have nice things.

    You want to complain… down below is where you do it.

    This is my opinion and not of Alpha Media, our sponsors, 4th on Broadway or of anyone else but me.

  • It’s not me, it’s you…

    It’s not me, it’s you…

    My wife likes breakfast on Sunday mornings after church.  It is the one thing she requests, whether it is home-made or dine in, she loves a good Crab Cakes Benedict breakfast.  The way that the Hollandaise  sauce and the poached egg just sensually plays with the crab meat, it is almost an easy way for me to get out of trouble.

    English: Photographer's caption: "Crab Ca...
    English: Photographer’s caption: “Crab Cake Benedict. A lightly fired cake cake topped with a poached egg and Key Lime Hollandaise sauce. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    Arrive late for a date…

    “Let’s get breakfast.”

    Say something mean…

    “Let’s get breakfast.”

    Make any mistake in the world and my instant get out of jail free card was “Let’s get breakfast,” well until now, you see, my wife hates when the dish isn’t cooked right and more than one chef has had their dish sent back for reasons that normal people wouldn’t understand, but any foodie would appreciate.

    Hollandaise sauce separating cause it is old … back to the kitchen.

    Hard boiling a poached egg… back to the kitchen.

    UNDERCOOKING THE CRAB CAKE… get sick in the bathroom and then sending the dish back to the kitchen.

    Why is it so hard for them to make a decent hollandaise sauce? It should be a requirement of any cook to be able to make a sauce, poach an egg and cook fish to a safe temperature.

    But my wife hasn’t been lucky.

    She WANTS to love a certain place in Lubbock, she’s had outstanding food at many locations other than this one.  But it says something when she walks in, the manager catching her eye, walks over to her to say ,”I am sorry Joanna, we are out of Crab Cakes Benedict.”

    Now I love my wife, and I knew she would pout because this one dish is the express to flavor town and she was getting denied.

    So she made another order, I made mine and we giggled together, knowing that some chef in the back sighed because the “Mistress of Crab Cakes,” was denied.

    But then we waited for our order, at first not noticing tables sat after us were getting their food first.

    Then the moment came that changed the relationship with the restaurant forever.  I drank my “Diet Coke.” I will admit , to my doctor’s and mother in law’s chagrin, that I have drunk WAY too much Diet Coke in my life and I know when it is too flat, too carbonated, or in this case, just not Diet Coke.

    So the waiter came over at my request to ask what I needed and I told him that my Diet Coke wasn’t Diet Coke.

    “Oh, we were out of Diet Coke and I gave you Coke Zero instead. Same difference,” he then walked away as my jaw dropped.  My wife’s face started to get red. I had seen this before and I defused it. “I’ll drink water hon, I probably shouldn’t drink it anyways.” But then the table of eights food at the table who sat 10 minutes after ours hit their table and it all hit the fan.

    “They got their food… ,”Joanna said as her face approached the color purple.

    What I had noticed that until this day I had not mentioned to her, was the plate delivered next to us, in the seating of eight, was one plate of Crab Cakes Benedict.  I did not mention this to her because she was already angry, and I still had to be with her the rest of the day. We still had the Lubbock Arts Festival and other planned surprises.  I couldn’t let her notice it, but she did notice we didn’t have food.

    What was even worse was the kid at the table of eight got “Joanna’s Waffle” that she had ordered 20 minutes ago.

    I tried to laugh it off.

    “Nothing you can do about it Joanna, just spend time with me and we’ll talk.”

    But then her food hit the table. Not mine, not ours, just hers.

    I continued to laugh, which probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she was so frustrated that with me laughing, I had to keep her distracted or the day would be ruined.

    As she finished eating I waited.

    Ever since the waiter made the “same difference,” comment, he strangely not made an appearance back at the table.

    But the manager did appear bringing my food, 2 eggs scrambled, hash browns and crisp bacon. He tried to apologize and all I did was laugh in his face.  What could he do?  He had lied about what he had available in the kitchen, his wait staff lied about what they served me and they did not want my patronage.

    So I finished my food, got up and tried to take the ticket but Joanna was quicker.

    “This one is on me,” she said as the color returned to her face.

    She left a shiny penny on the table and shooed me to get the car.

    That penny would be the last penny that she would ever tip to any employee at that restaurant place. She paid the bill and gave the manager her last two cents:

    “Dear The Egg & I,

    I used to be a loyal customer. I have been to many locations enjoying many of your delicious dishes.  But today will the last time I ever come to your Lubbock site.  It’s not me, it’s you.

    So today as we spend $30 across the street from your location it reminds me of the scene from Pretty Woman, “Big mistake. Big. Huge. I have to go shopping now.”

    Your former customers,

    Sean + Joanna Donahue