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“That would be Mrs. Marsh, but she’s not in today. She’s been out
sick a few days.”
“It’s going around, I guess. Who else handles patient record requests?”
“I suppose Hank over in Personnel. His office is right next to hers.”
“Thank you, you’ve been very helpful.”
There is time to take in a deep breath and toss the now empty latté in
the trash. Next victim…
“Personnel, this is Hank.”
“I’m Frank Vincent with the State Board of Medical Ethics. I think we
have a problem, Hank.” A mischievous grin spread across Agent 506’s
face. He made sure to keep it coming through in his tone.
“What’s going on, Mr. Vincent?”
“The family of one of your patients, a Mr. Joyce-Vivian, has filed a
petition with our organization to investigate your facility for violation of
the HIPPA act. They’re waving patient data at us that they say were
inappropriately distributed by your clerk at Records. He mentioned several
distinct items which could bring your facility out of compliance if
not addressed immediately. I don’t need to remind you that we are talking
about some serious fines, here, Hank.”
“No, sir. Um, I’m not the compliance officer, really. I’m not able to
comment—”
“I’m tired of being stonewalled, Hank. I’ve been waiting for Marsh to
get the ball rolling for days now, and you’re out of time. Do you think
the admin over there likes you enough to swallow a forty-thousand dollar
judgment because you decided to pass the buck on this?”
“No, sir.”
“I’m trying to save you a lot of grief. This is probably a bullshit
charge, pardon my language. Help me out now and I can close this file
before the courts and the papers get involved.”
“Our compliance officer is out sick.”
“Look, I know this isn’t your job, pal. I’m trying to stop a very crazy,
very loud family from slapping you with a forty-thousand dollar HIPPA
fine, plus civil lawsuits, plus bad press… We’re looking at a nightmare,
Hank. Marsh could have stopped this days ago, but she’s not answering
her phone.”
“She’s out sick.”
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