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Jan 04
2009
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When my son was three years old, we were eating dinner at Col Poole's Bar-B-Que joint up in the Georgia hills on our way home from a weekend in North Carolina. Poole's is famous for four things; Pig Hill, politicians, pigs and more pigs. First: Pig Hill, as it's name suggests is a large hill behind the restaurant on which there are thousands of cut out pigs, in various colors nailed to sign posts plunked in the side of a hill. Collectively, they are placed in the shape of a giant pig which can be seen from great distances. Second: Politicians, as they are want to do in the South, have frequented over the years for a free meal and lots of rhetoric. Third: Pigs; A mechanical pig greets customers outside the front door, an antique from the hey day of Piggly Wiggly and a delight to small children because they can sit on it and it actually works. Fourth: More Pigs; and lastly, on the inside of the restaurant, loads of collectible pigs of every shape and size lining a ledge that runs along the walls.
On this fine Sunday evening, my three year-old son, never the shy one, spotted a pig on the ledge o' Pigs that looked eerily similar to his Flatso. With great energy, excitement and a pointing finger, he started shouting, "Flatso! Flatso! Flatso!" Now this would have been fine under normal informal dining circumstances, but at that very moment of outburst a rather rotund employee passed by between my son's pointing outburst. My three year old was clueless, however my wife and I turned as red as the pigs on Pig Hill.
The above confessional has nothing to do with neither Health Savings Accounts, the usual fare of this blog, nor does it have anything to do with HIPAA, the subject of this article, but it was one of those embarrassing moments that my wife has managed to keep me from blabbering about for many years. Until now that is.
So what is HIPAA? Definitely not a three year-olds play creature. You have probably heard the term used in and around healthcare and you may know it has something to do with privacy. Specifically, it stands for the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act. Huh? Me too; that's why we're covering it here at The Gradock Bulletin. In short, it is the legislation passed several years ago that makes it illegal for doctors and hospitals to provide your private medical information to third parties without your consent.
It's bad enough, the humiliation, doctors and hospitals put us through when we go in for a visit. Imagine if the back of your hospital gown was open for the world to see. HIPAA is designed to protect you from bearing your backside and the rest of you to the world. That's HIPAA in a nutshell. Or should I say, buttshell?