I type medical transcription for a living. Without headphones I'm pretty much fucked because I'm not only violating HIPAA, but I also can't hear the subtle nuances in some folks' voices, especially when dealing with English as a second language speakers. I just had a laptop go dead on me, leaving me not willing to spend more to repair it, so while I waited for a cheap replacement I worked on an older laptop that didn't have bluetooth, so I couldn't use my headset with it. I dealt without the headset for a bit, but I had to leave more blank spots than usual in some of my work for it.

Around Christmastime 2011, I developed paroxysmal non-nodal reentrant supraventricular tachycardia, likely stemming from my maternal grandmother's history of similar cardiac problems, and underwent radiofrequency catheter ablation of the bad conducting circuit in my atrial tissue. I'm left with no fast pacing circuit to increase my heart rate on demand when I'm exercising. I know people with implanted pacer/defibrillators, and I work as medical transcriptionist and have typed a zillion of those procedures, and the things they despise about it is the problems with tissue pocket infections and interval battery replacements, requiring the site to be reopened, the equipment removed and replaced, antibiotic washout, reclosure, etc. I'll be bugging my doc at next visit to research it and determine if I can get one of these.

Really, you should have ended right here:

"...Fifth Amendment lets you refuse to answer the question of whether you even committed the crime at all, and I didn't see what was so great about that, because it is everybody's legitimate business whether or not you committed the crime."

Here's why: You don't have to say shit to anyone about anything who is accusing you of a crime. The onus is completely on them to provide the evidence. They can ask a judge for warrants to search your person or property, but NO ONE can compel you to answer any questions as long as you tell them that you invoke your 5th amendment privileges and refuse to answer *any and all* questions. Once you begin answering questions you open yourself up to having anything you say used against you in a court of law, and NO ONE wants that.

Just send $1 to:
P.O. Box 181417
Cleveland Hts, OH 44118-1417

I guess HIPAA just doesn't fucking matter. I work with medical records daily. If I fuck up I'm liable for $10k per incident. Fuck these guys.

Oh, but providing a free source of knowledge and learning materials would never benefit anyone, ever.

Pretty close. Work-related app for VR-driven medical transcription proofing is the only thing tying me to win xp. Otherwise I made the leap away from 'duhs to Linux a long time ago and I'd rather not look back.

You say this service has been around 10 years, aye? I've never had to use it. Seems like such an important service.

Around for 10 years and I've never used it? Seems like such an important and necessary service, don't it?

This just reinforces my belief that I'm living on a prison planet. We're one step away from oligarchic totalitarianism.

I type medical transcription. Doctors can and do insert personal opinion into their notes, make mistakes, misstate facts, and other things that might lead to malpractice suits and other legal problems. This is called ass coverage.

To quote the master:
"By the way, if anyone here is in marketing or advertising...kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I'm doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalization for what you do, you are Satan's little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the marketing people: 'There's gonna be a joke comin' up.' There's no fuckin' joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself...borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something...rid the world of your evil fuckin' presence."
Bill Hicks

My son seemed to be exactly like this. He was living with me and had gotten us to allow his girlfriend to move in. After 6 months of broken promises regarding rent money and work around the house exchanged for missing rent, I finally blew a nut and told them both they had 90 days to get out. They're still living in my sister's basement, but he's now a manager at a sandwich chain and his girlfriend is being considered for management training with the same chain. That kick in the ass is what it took for him to realize that his life was his responsibility, not that of anyone else.