IF this were an actual event,
you would not be reading this trash -
You would be out doing REAL STUFF instead of wasting your 15 minutes of earth time
or your 15 years of cosmic time.
Shock recall :: I remember mentally noting...
... in passing that so many of the Providers wore glasses. It took four (4) days for me to sort out that I had signed a form allowing Auxiliary Data use through ‘Glass.’ That was why I was being asked questions seemingly out of context and/or out-of-the-blue, and became confused. Or more confused than I already was. My reactions to some of these questions was also out of context and perhaps at that moment both I and the Provider thought I had dementia. I know I did. Either dementia or one of the psychoses that I am told run in the family.
It is only now that I recognize the price of Going Fearless. I stayed in one place too long, perhaps. I was known for who I was and it was okay. I am not known in Albuquerque, it is the time of advancing algorithms and I do not fit binary processes. No one does. No wonder many feel alienated. We are almost dealing with aliens (as in “another world,” not immigrants). Wrong, kiddo :: you signed Informed Consent when you were not well that you would allow these people to mess with you based on data whose source you may or may not know.
In the instant case, the data was previously provided by me on a form at another Provider’s office. The Urgent Care Provider was seeing it through her Glasses.
[When this was written, I had forgotten that I had started a piece on electronic dossier compilation. Very amusing.]
The robots are here.
It is indeed the march of the algorithms.
But they are not the mechanical Alexa's and Siri's you might expect.
They are your Health Care Providers and perhaps others with whom you interact and do not require you to sign informed consent documents.
We will address the concept of “Providers” at another time :: now it is about that form I signed at Urgent Care (another concept that may be new to some) that asked consent to a Provider using Google-type glass[es] on which they see data you cannot while treating/providing for you.
Funny that in this era where information, including medical condition information, is offered in video “for those who do not like to read,” that the long, tedious Informed Consent documents are used at all. Why would these often confusing documents be used in Urgent Care, of all places, for individuals who are in pain or distress to begin with and are not too clear on what is going on with their own bodies much less much interested at the moment in what the forms say??
….to be continued.
Well, I was warned,
er, told, that on Saturday Nights
The Boys Like to Drive Cars.
I thought that what was meant was on-street drag racing or showboating or whatever … a la Oakland. http://www.racesandia.com/
First night of the Season, and Beer is “finally” allowed at the Raceway.
The cats and I were electrified and practically hiding under the bed. Actually, I went In the bed thinking to avoid the noise.
And fireworks. Oh, I said that. We [the cats and I] thought it must be a new Holiday.
No, we get to enjoy this every Saturday for who-knows-how-long.