While in a doctor office waiting room recently, having just updated my patient information on a new-fangled tablet device that registered specific details, including a few updates, took my copay on the spot, emailed me a receipt, and required me to check several boxes indicating my understanding of HIPAA (the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act ) regulations and the confidentiality with which the practice would treat my personal health information (and that of all their patients, presumably), a nurse entered the waiting room, clip board in hand, and, with stentorian voice, boomed:
“Mr. Jarman! Mr. Fred Jarman! A 1:30 p.m. appointment with Dr. Phillips for PSA blood test and urodynamic study and catheter training! This way, please!”
You just can’t make this stuff up.