Medical Records – Poof! They Are Gone

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“I just want to warn you not to be hopeful,” Terry in the Business Office of a medical practice said when I asked her about finding my medical records from the 1960s. That said, she said they would manually look through the ‘old books’ of records from the 1980s backwards to see if they could find mine. I saw Dr. Sullivan from the time I was a kid through college in the 1980s and despite the warning, am hopeful my medical records from the critical 1965-66 years still exist especially since I’ve hit so many dead ends. My original plastics surgeons are dead; their records destroyed. The hospital only had my records from the 1980s (and ironically, the woman assisting me in the medical records department was named “Bernie”). Dr. Hoops became my plastic surgeon in 1967, well after the original accident (and I do have all his records of me now). But my curiosity rests in the original records. Cross your fingers. Dousman Clinic may still come through.

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Liz. The name is Liz. Just Liz.

I had the good fortune yesterday to meet with Liz Strauss (www.successful-blog.com), blogging expert extraordinaire. My friend Louise who knows of my efforts to blog and write a book on my burned leg experiences, called saying just this: “Google the word “Liz”. Just Liz.” Hurumphing all the way, I did. And bang, up came Liz’s blog information. Impressive and mighty well optimized, I might say. So I looked forward to lunch. I took notes. Lots of notes. Liz told me that one of the most searched terms, if not the most searched term in this cybersphere, is “Starting Over” — that people are hungry for ways to reinvent, remake, reconfigure themselves. Liz thought my project has potential in that regard. I’ll take potential. One of the things I’m realizing (and this adds to the comment Kris Plendl made on this blog yesterday) is that getting in motion sets things in motion.