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Monday, July 17, 2017

FREE SEX


All In Red (Mistress Beka Sex Stories Book 3) by [Morte, Petit]That ought to get me a click or two.  Chuckle. For the next few days one of my sex stories, All in Red, written under my pen name of Petit Morte, will be free. I have a lingering fondness for the stories involving Mistress Beka and Litha, a dom/sub relationship between two women.  The truth is - they are love stories. With a little twist, it's true.  But it is Litha's pleasure to be a servant to Mistress Beka, and the Mistress's pleasure to have such a servant to love and spoil - and to give exquisite pain to. 


I'm a pervert.  Sue me.

And as stuck up and perfect and straight and vanilla as you may pretend to be, my sex books sell best, sell with no advertising, no reviews, and sell and sell and sell and sell.  So I'm thinking someone else out there likes these stories, too.

I know I don't appeal to the silly sex starved housewife market - but people who have actually had sex once or twice in their life with the lights on enjoy my books.

;)

Blessedbe

Summer Foovay

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Quick Update on the Tamagotchi Dream Town Friends

Seemed like ten seconds after I made the last post the Tamagotchi announced he was growing into adulthood.

Boy.  Performer classes only as a teen (can't recall what classes I did when he was a child - wasn't paying attention then) turned into Monakatchi and I got a "Ring of Nature"! So I'm not sure if this is because he is Generation 11 or what. His parents were Kuchipatchi and Coffretchi, in case that has any bearing.

Comments welcome!

It's a beautiful rainy day here in New Mexico.  Chihuahua desert monsoon season. I plan to be lazy and play all day. Maybe a post later on "what I'm playing now".

Blessedbe

Summer Foovay


Saturday, July 15, 2017

Tamagotchi Friends: Dream Town Digital Friend Notes

Tamagotchi Friends Dream Town Package
Oh yes, I dropped everything and snatched one of these up the second they came out.  I dearly loved my old Tamagotchis and played with them until my boy genius husband could no longer get them to work.

Currently, my Tamagotchi (mint leopard pattern) is on a generation 11 teen (Cosmotchi).  The last adult I had was a repeat of Coffretchi, who is probably my least favorite adult. The adult before her was also a repeat. So in 10 generations I had two adults repeated, which made me wonder if the other adults have to be unlocked somehow. A little research and I learned that this incarnation of the Tamagotchi has "skills".  Which adult you get is determined by what classes you attend most as a child and teen at the Dream School.

So, not knowing that and liking variety - I have been attending ALL seven classes on a daily basis.  This apparently gets me a random adult. Again with - but two of the SAME random adults? Hmmm.  But with that said, I am now sufficiently curious to work my way through each class on a focused basis and see which adults go with which classes.  I'll post the results here and probably on the Tamagotchi Wiki for other addicted players.

A brief update on what I am up to right now might be in order. I am taking a break from writing except for when some brilliant idea has me leaping out of bed at 4 am and running to find paper and pen.  In other words, more or less back to normal there except I'm making no effort to do anything beyond slap down the words in my head and go back to sleep.  I am folding some origami (tosses bright colorful paper animals and flowers into the air for anyone who wants them). And as luck would have it, the incredibly talented McCullonough Ceili wrote and asked me to illustrate and make puzzles for some more of her delightful childrens stories, so I'm working on that as best I can.  It's slow because the gifted computer I am so grateful for is a Windows 10 machine, my tablet is compatible only up to Windows Vista, and my drawing program is equally out of date so everything is a bit glitchy and bitchy and doesn't always do quite what I tell it to do.  It would take about $300 minimum to really put me back into the digital art business. We have more important needs.

On the dialysis front - we have remembered that our house is on wheels. We are currently researching and seeking a dialysis clinic that is better rated by Medicare/Medicaid.

Yeah yeah yeah everyone told us they are all the same - except that the one he is at has a "less than expected" survival rate, and there are many with "as expected" or even "better than expected" survival rates. I can't help but think there has to be a difference. So I think maybe this is like the "everywhere in the world sucks, just like this place, so why move" philosophy so common in the U.S. Which our experiences have proven to be so very wrong.

You can find sucky things about any place.  You can find great things about any place. And most of all, you might think one place sucks that I find a great place, and someplace I think is great, you might think sucks. All depends on what makes your life great or sucky.

Yes, we are two of the best people on earth at making the best of whatever life hands us.  But we also have no inhibitions about picking up and going someplace we think we might like better when the time comes.  

And I think the time as come. I feel we have more than given this clinic a chance to prove they are not incompetent, lazy liars who blame everything on the patient or lie straight to your face. When any one says "oh, your clinic will do that for you" or "your clinic has to arrange that for you" it makes me cringe and feel like crying because if there is one thing this clinic won't do, it's lift a finger or a phone receiver and make a phone call.  And if they do, they'll give us the wrong appointment time, wrong doctors office, or wrong directions to the office. And then say the mistake is our fault. So yeah, I am sure there are better places to be.
Anyway.  End Rant.  The trip and/or move will not be happening real soon.  Unlike the "old days" we can't just toss the basics in the back of the car and head west. We are still recovering financially from the last two years of chaos.

But that's where I'm at right now.  Drawing.  Folding. Reading. Playing games. Working on getting and keeping the husband's health stable.  Keeping myself fit and losing a couple kilos. Improving my income. The themes of 2017.  And how the hell did this year get more than half way over already?

For some reason I have people writing me asking for reviews lately.  I don't really like doing reviews on that basis for starters. It makes me uncomfortable when I hate the book. I'm a writer, too, and I never want to post a bad review so I'm really stuck when I'm trying to tactfully say, wow, that sucked. And some of those who write seem to be reading my blog (miracles never cease) so let me point out what most people already know about me - I hate romance.  Please don't ask me to read and review romance.  Too many other things to do in my life.  And you couldn't pay me enough. If you did, you wouldn't like what I had to say ;)

Don't let the name fool you.  I'm a man.

Blessedbe

Summer Foovay

Sunday, June 18, 2017

I have successfully convinced myself I will never publish again

I really screwed up this time.  I thought I was doing what was right, but as usual, it was the worst thing I could ever have done.

Once upon a time I was happily writing away with tons of ideas and scenes and characters I couldn't wait to visit.  I had good reviews, ugly reviews, and on a good month I sold three whole books!!!!!  Golly.  A person could make money at this - and enjoy it!

And that is when I fucked up royally.  I started reading all about how to promote my books, sell books, and from there into how to write books that would sell, then how to write books.  How to mash whatever story was in your crazed imagination into a genre that readers would recognize and buy, buy, buy.  How to force your free form story into a rigid structure that would sell, sell, sell because readers are clearly so stupid they have to be spoon fed carefully in a certain order exactly what they expect.  What, are you all autistic or something? 

I read all about how to write a blog and post comments and mention articles about the subject you write about if you write non-fiction.  Since my only non-fiction is about dialysis, and I read more of the latest up-to-date information on dialysis than any nephrologist or dialysis nurse I've ever met, I figured I could do that. I am forever telling them about new research or a new drug that they never heard of and don't give a shit about because it isn't on their companies syllabary anyway. Why not inflict that on all three of my blog readers, too? Yeah! Maybe I could do something good in the world. (And then I learned that peritoneal dialysis likely was the base cause of hubby almost dying last year. They could have stepped in earlier and prevented it getting that far - but where's the profit in that? So I've lost the faith, so to speak, in that methodology and am now questioning if I want to promote it.)

But sadly, the world of the Internet has changed and since I am not writing at the Huffington Post or The Info Wars, who gives a fuck? You couldn't find a blog post of mine if you searched with the post title, the blog title, and my exact name.  We are all freaked out that the corporations are going to take away the Internet freedom?  Wake up people, it's a done deal.

Oh yeah, I forget.  I should have a mailing list of millions so I can beat the hell out of their inbox every single fucking day with inane shit and buy, buy, buy my book and thanks if you did, forward this to your friends and give me their email, too, so I can beat on them until they buy.

I read extensively.  Fiction, non-fiction, everything I can get my hands on. I've read so many "Indie" Kindle books that are backed by some "let us publish and promote your book" company who probably charged the author thousands while propping up their ego and not mentioning that the book was AWFUL. Barely literate.  Read like they were written by a four year old. Whose first language was not English. But I guess they did follow the plot structure laid out by blahblahblah in their book madomadmado.

But they had 1000 5 star reviews, were featured in every single newsletter and on Facebook, and on Twitter, and every place else they could shove it up your nose. Gushy reviews from paid reviewers on book websites. While Amazon is removing reviews a real indie author without a big budget might have gotten by giving a copy of their book away. (By the way, I never got any of those anyway - I could never figure out how to give a book away unless I bought a copy and I cannot afford it)

The days of simply writing a good book and hoping someone reads it are gone.  I figured out the other day that my chances of one of my good novels being discovered is approximately the same as purchasing a lottery ticket and winning the MegaMillions.  Actually, I may have a better chance at the MegaMillions jackpot.  Especially since I took down all my really good novels, because none of them fit the mold and I had to choose a BRAND and then I could only write one kind of book for that BRAND and would have to create an entire extra persona for each type of book I might write because apparently readers are too stupid to deal with the idea that someone might write a mystery AND a literary novel  AND sex AND childrens books AND Non-fiction. Because you know, writers are too stupid to have knowledge of more than one subject and more than one step by step book formula.

And it would be just as random as winning the lottery. I mean, some of the GARBAGE I've read that had a bazillion stars and gushy reviews.  Well, I take that back, I don't really read past the first few pages anymore. So many books, so little time. And I still want to read through all of Dean Koontz back catalogue.  Now that man can WRITE.

Anyway, it's very clear to me that quality of writing, a good story, has little or nothing whatsoever to do with landing on the best seller lists, or recommended titles, or whatever. I used to think that in the end the readership would thin out the herd of wannabe Indie writers. But I've come to see that "readers" like "voters" are sheeple led by the corporate overlords, without ever seeing the puppet strings that lead to their facebook page or inbox and what ads they see or do not see. So rather than the good writers eventually rising to the top, the flood has only elevated the flotsam and jetsam of the debris to the surface while threatening to drown the reader with sheer volume. No wonder people just read whatever Amazon is advertising that day.

Every single person who is teaching you how to write says you have to write every single day. Two hundred words, one thousand words, an hour, eight hours, and you have to crank out book after book in boilerplate style, each one exactly like the others with only the character names changed because otherwise you confuse your readers.  Because readers are so stupid, I guess. And because the way to get rich is to have a huge back list of identical books to read.  Preferably in a series.

Now I've never written every day.  I'm more of a binge writer.  I get a great idea and I cannot let it go until it is all down on the page.  I can write 10,000 words in a day and not write for a month, then write 10 or 20 or 30K more.

But conventional wisdom is every single day.  Two hundred a day. Like a hammer pounding a nail into my coffin. For the first time in my life, I had writers block.  In 55 years I have never not had a million ideas swirling around struggling to pour out of my head. But now they all stand back, no one willing to jump off that cliff and bounce all the way down the jagged rocks of self-criticism and doubt, so they can land at the correct slot at the bottom or be twisted and turned and mauled until they fit.

I literally rolled a dice to pick a WIP - one of many.  Then I sat down and did background, world building, character sheets, and even a pantser friendly plot.  I've written 3000 words of the most boring, depressing, uninteresting crap I have ever written in my life. It's horrible.  I hate it.  I cannot face trying to fix it or go on with it.  This was a story that was once over 30K only halfway done that I loved and couldn't get enough of.  If it was on paper I'd burn it now.

If I could bring myself to publish it, I guess it would sell?

I have successfully learned to be so severely self critical I can no longer write at all. I am miserable. I am slipping rapidly into depression and PTSD flashbacks about how worthless I am.  How weird I am.  How different I am.  How much everyone in the world detests and hates me because I am different. Given our current political climate where different means you should be beaten to death by the police as the crowd cheers - well, it doesn't help any. And I seem to have moved to a place where most of the people around me think I am SO WEIRD and worse, a mean, horrible interfering bitch who actually expects people to DO THEIR FUCKING JOB CORRECTLY - which apparently is not politically correct nowadays.

No, I am not suicidal.  Please don't write me about how BAD I made YOU FEEL because you couldn't HELP me by calling the authorities and turning me in as suicidal! How dare I post something that made you think I was so miserable.  Oh, yeah, and you who sent me that message.  Go fuck yourself. I never once mentioned suicide. What, people cannot be unhappy in your sparkly little world?  After all, there's a pill for that! So sorry!

So.  I'm done. No more self promotion.  No more sharing hopeful and true stories about dialysis since the establishment wants you to think it is a life of misery and wallowing in self pity, until the miracle kidney transplant turns the world into rainbows and unicorns. I will not follow that party line - because is it a dead ass lie and like many lies in the medical world, meant only to enrich doctors, hospitals, and drug companies while causing more misery and suffering than they alleviate.

And I can't write fiction.  At least not right now. And if I did write anything, I sure as fuck would not publish it.  Under any name.  Because it won't follow the party line on fiction and genre either, and I can't pay a shit load of money to someone to "help" me promote it, only to still make the same pennies a month.  I really cannot waste any money at this point in my life on dead end, pointless shit. And I really don't know if I want to waste any time on anything that isn't ever going to make me any money that is so much effort for no return.

I can't even write porn.  I've read that "erotic romance" stuff and it turns my stomach.  It is so badly written that even the sex scenes are painful for someone who has actually HAD sex a few times - with other people even. And the reviews of my work is *gasp* it's so...so...BLUNT. Yes, dear, a dick, is a cock, is a penis - not his staff of light or his magic wand and your's is a vagina, pussy, or cunt, but certainly not your "lady parts" going all "tingly" at the sight of his six pack abs. (Turns and vomits into a pan) And my characters actually LIKE sex, so they don't have to pretend they fell madly in love and knew he was their one and only the moment they laid eyes on him so that it is okay to actually have sex an hour later because they are soul mates. Or because the oogabooga magic forced them to. My characters go, hey, sexy, wanna fuck? And the other one says, sounds like fun.  And then they fuck.  And it's fun.  And they part and go on with their lives.  Unless it was so much fun they want to do it again some time.

2 of the 3 blog readers I might have just fainted. And called me a promiscuous whore when they woke up. Yes, I am different.  Weird.  And everyone hates me for it.  My cruel, abusive, psychopathic mother was right after all. (Cue more flashbacks)

So I'm going to go fold some origami.  I'm thinking about picking up the supplies to make cute little bead animals again. I'll leave them here and there where someone can find them and maybe pick them up with a smile (since they don't realize the weird awful person they stare at every other day made it).  I'll feel like, hey, I brought a little beauty and maybe a little smile into the world.

Because I can't write any more.  There is no joy left here.

Blessedbe

Summer Foovay








Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Too much power in too few hands - in dialysis clinics as well as our government.

Much of what is wrong with this country right now is due to too much power being in the hands of too few people - or companies.  Companies are free to be more merciless than actual people because, of course, there is no one person (with a conscience we hope) to place responsibility on. So if you complain, or sue, it's "policy" set by the "shareholders" or some "committee" and there is no recourse.  

Corporations wield a disproportionate amount of power in our government.  Their money, one way or another, purchases the representation they want.

Two corporations, DaVita and Fresenius, between them, provide 70% of the dialysis in the United States. 

Back in the 70s a group of physicians, tired of watching their kidney failure patients die for lack of money for dialysis, went to Congress.  Medicaid was expanded to cover dialysis 100%.  I think this needs to be done for every chronic disease, from cancer to fibromyalgia, but please do not hate people with ESRD simply because they do have the near universal medical coverage every single American ought to have. Because there's a dark side to it that I'm about to tell you about.

So - dialysis is big business.  We (via our government) pay about three times as much per treatment in the United States as in any other developed country. The same treatment, with the same machine, the same supplies, as they get in the other countries - generally even from the same two corporations; DaVita and Fresenius.

The care we receive for that big payment is dismal. I am thoroughly disliked at my husband's dialysis clinic, because we monitor every treatment, every change, every prescription.  We ask questions, and we do not hesitate to call the ESRD Network with complaints.  And, of course, you can see there are many blog posts here about the poor care he receives. When I spoke to other medical professionals, other patients and their caretakers, I am told that pretty much all dialysis clinics are the same - or worse.

Part of the reason for that dismal care is that dialysis patients are being treated by people with a high school diploma and a few weeks in clinic training.  They are getting a little bit over minimum wage. They have (maybe) one RN on duty and that one highly trained person is responsible for watching over, well, I don't know how many - 20 or more patients at a time I suspect.  (Yes, it's true that some of the technicians have far more than that basic training, or have come to dialysis from other specialties.  Some of them care deeply about doing their job with respect, compassion and kindness.  Some of them are there for a paycheck.)

Those dialysis technicians work ridiculous shifts.  Most recently, I was given to understand that our techs were scheduled for three 17 hour shifts in a row so that the company would not have to pay them any overtime.  Over the Memorial Day weekend. So we are talking about people who haven't seen their family for three days, who have eaten their meals at the break room table, who have clearly had less than eight hours of sleep - watching over a machine that sucks the blood out of someone and puts it back in - watching over half a dozen or more patients at a time. Sure, they got several days off afterwards - after all, they can't make any overtime! This holiday weekend aside, many times I've been told technicians are work 12 hours or more in a single shift.  They work until 10 pm and then are expected back at 4 am to open for a new day, a new 12 hour shift. In six months, we have seen an incredible turnover rate.  The best techs give out and quit first. This is not a quality lifestyle for anyone!

Not surprisingly, during this holiday weekend, a mistake was made in my husbands treatment.  I complained.  It was corrected at the next treatment.  How many other mistakes were made?  For people whose families don't monitor their treatments as closely?  These mistakes take days off that patients life expectancy.  They cause untold misery.

California has a state bill in process to address some of these concerns.  It would force the clinics to be reasonable about the hours their employees work.  To improve the patient: technician ratio so patients get more of the attention they need. And for more frequent inspections of the dialysis clinics.  Right now, dialysis clinics are inspected less often than nursing homes.

Fresenius and DaVita claim this bill endangers patient care.  How, pray tell, can a more alert, well trained, less stressed out medical technician taking care of fewer patients at one time going to endanger anyone?  Far the opposite I would think.

I tell you what it does endanger.  It endangers the enormous profits these companies are making.  Take a look at their financial reports.  Glance at any stock market website and see what a great investment dialysis companies are.

DaVita has FIRED four employees for speaking out in favor of this bill.  Oh, they claim that these four employees - one of them considered a model employee of 16 years - all suddenly, on the same day, committed something so egregious they had to be fired immediately.  They sure did - they spoke out about what goes on in those clinics.

The patients are afraid to speak out.  They are afraid of in-clinic retaliation.  I can tell you I, personally, have been retaliated against for my constant complaints. My husband lives in fear that the people who stab him with two large needles every other day, who suck all the blood out of his body and put it back - might retaliate against him.

And now the employees themselves will be afraid to speak out.  They see what's going to happen if they do.  They will be fired. Like all of us - they need that job.  Some of them, the best of them, have a great deal of time put into specialized training for their job.  And if they get fired from a DaVita clinic for speaking out, do you think a Fresenius clinic will hire them? Do you think any dialysis clinic will hire them again? So what do they do with all that education - go to work at McDonalds and hope that will cover their bills? No doubt they have a family to support, too.

This is because there is too much power, in too few hands. And the motivation is not care, compassion, or improving lives.  The motivation is the highest profit possible from people's suffering and desperate need.

Speaking as a family member of someone on dialysis - if California passes that bill, we may move to California.

But, really, that bill needs to be in Congress.  That law needs to be a national law.

Adequate medical care is not too much to ask for in this most rich and developed nation.

Nuff said.

Blessedbe

Summer Foovay


Sunday, May 28, 2017

Trump decides to kill the last of our wild horses - and I'm glad

The Washington Post reports that Trump's budget cuts the money for wild horses and changes the law to allow them to be euthanized or sold at auction. Click here to see the video and story.

When I first saw this I was freaked out, angry, depressed, and nearly in tears.

And then I thought about it for a bit.

And now I am glad.

Why?

Maybe you know the story of how the buffalo was saved.  It was not saved by the U.S. government.  It was saved by a handful of ranchers, who saw that the wild buffalo herds were almost gone.  They bought, caught, and gathered all they could and preserved them on their own land.  That's right.  American people saved the buffalo.

It was a good many years later before the zoos, researchers, and government people went "Oh damn, the buffalo are gone! We should SAVE them!" and then those ranchers said, "'Bout damn time.  Here, have a few of mine."

So this bill will allow the unrestricted sale of captured wild horses at auction.  No more adoption papers, inspection, one horse at a time, only once every two years.  All that bereaucratic crap did not keep Mustangs from going to slaughter.  It meant they went to warehousing ranches who got paid to keep them (money), it meant that oddly enough certain people seemed to be allowed to adopt tens or hundreds of horses at once, without inspection, and were unable to prove where those horses were two years later (money). It meant that horses were rounded upon State land, or Forest land, or tribal land, and because it wasn't BLM land those horses could be auctioned off at the public (slaughter) auction to raise money for the tribe or government.

I hope this goes through.  And I hope the horse rescuers, the horse rescue associations, the ranchers and American people who care about wild horses will fundraise and gather up their pennies and get themselves to those auctions.  They only have to bid against the meat man for these untamed animals - so say $1 a pound or less for smallish horses.

And WE will save those wild horses and give them homes where they can live out their lives in freedom or the next closest thing we can provide. 

In fact, my biggest worry is that we can get this done ASAP. 

Because I bet you money that the next step is shooting them from airplanes. Why round them up when you can slaughter them on sight?

Please, please prove worthy of my hopes.

Summer Foovay


Tuesday, May 23, 2017

In clinic Hemodialysis ABUSE - Gaslighting

Gaslighting is a form of manipulation that seeks to sow seeds of doubt in a targeted individual or members of a group, hoping to make targets question their own memory, perception, and sanity. Using persistent denial, misdirection, contradiction, and lying, it attempts to destabilize the target and delegitimize the target's belief.[1][2]

Or as I call it - telling lies on me.  This is a form of abuse that can be used by a narcisstic individual - or by a company or organization.

In this case, Fresenius Medical Clinic #4670 in Las Cruces, NM has now done this to us twice.

They changed his appointment time.  They did not inform us of that change.  Because we are consistently EARLY for his appointments - we are actually "on time" for the "new time" which is moved up by twenty minutes or so. Thus it is weeks before we discover we are "always late" - by then they can say "oh, you are ALWAYS LATE." and it is OUR fault (according to them).

Then one day we come "on time" (we think) and are told we are LATE.  This is the first time we are ever informed that our appointment time has been changed.  We are told we are 'ALWAYS LATE' when in fact, our appointment time was moved forward by twenty or thirty minutes - and apparently because we are actually always early, we are not informed for several weeks.

In fact, we still were not informed except that I ask for the print out from the dialysis machine - and it was noted in his records that he was LATE and thus the treatment time was "adjusted" (CUT down from his prescribed time). We were not told this information at any time. We would have never known he was "always late" if we did not get the print out and read the technicians notes.

When I called today and asked for his actual appointment time, I got an argument, and then they finally checked the "master list" and gave me the new time. They insisted this was his "usual time" - so at some point in time in the last two months his appointment was moved up from 3:20 pm to 2:50 pm AND WE WERE NEVER INFORMED OF THIS CHANGE.

This is the second time this clinic has moved our appointment time, and not informed us of it.  Then blamed us for being "late".

The first time they moved our appointment for dialysis forward by twenty minutes, and did not tell us - when we were finally "late" a tech stepped out and yelled at me in front of a room full of people about how I "always bring him late" and it is all my fault his treatment is cut short because we are "always late".

If you change the appointment time, and do not tell either the patient or the caretaker for WEEKS then, big surprise, they are liable to be late for the appointment time they are NOT AWARE OF. 

And then the clinic shrugs, says, patients are always late or skipping treatment and that's why they are sick.  It is the patients fault or the caretakers fault they are late all the time.  It certainly could not be the clinics fault for changing appointment times without telling the patient or their caretakers the new appointment time. I guess we are supposed to somehow have ESP and know they have changed the time.

We are not alone.  I see this constantly.  People waiting for hours - because they arrived for what they thought was their appointment time - then were told it was two hours later, or two hours earlier, and they are late, or early.  Whatever.  It is always the patient's fault.  And then the patient is labeled uncooperative.  See the previous blog post for what happens after you are labeled.

When I complained to the ESRD Network, I did get a very quiet and private apology from the clinic manager for "forgetting" to tell us, for several weeks, that our appointment time had been moved up.  I never received any acknowledgement or apology for the very public screaming at me for "always bringing him late" and the clinic manager expressed amazement that I wanted such.  I was screamed at and humiliated in public, and apologized to very quietly in private.  But I am in the wrong to want a public apology.

This is simply part of this hemodialysis clinic culture that it is ALWAYS the patients fault, or ALWAYS the caretakers fault.  NEVER the clinic's fault.

If the clinic changes his appointment time, but does not inform us of the change - how are we supposed to know?  Are we supposed to have ESP?  Are we supposed to call on a daily basis, to be updated on his appointment time?  (Please note I called today to check on his appointment time and was told "the usual, we'll let you know if we change it".  When I insisted, they checked, and indeed, the appointment time had been moved. I had to INSIST to be told the correct time for the appointment and then they were rude about it.)

If we are not informed of appointment time changes by the clinic - how can they blame us for being early or late for an appointment?

Yet, they do.

Is there any other business on earth that runs like this?