Cute, really Cute.

anna

At 02:09 PM 11/18/2002 -0500, you wrote:
> From a listserv hipaa-hero
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>For those of you dealing with HIPAA, this may brighten your day.
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>TOP HIPAA PUNS
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>What is the effect of today's meeting/presentation?
>HIPAAnosis
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>What will you least likely say after this meeting?
>HIP- HIPAA-Ray
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>What do you call urgent HIPAA issues?
>HIPAA critical
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>What do you call a provider if he/she is found to have violated patient
>confidentiality?
>HIPAA crit
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>What do you call a theory for HIPAA success?
>HIPAA thesis
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>What do you call the passage of all HIPAA rules?
>HIPAA thetical situation
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>What does one experience once they've grown cold to HIPAA compliance
>threats?
>HIPAA thermia
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>What do you call someone who complains incessantly about HIPAA?
>HIPAA condriac
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>What do you say on October 16, 2002?
>I'm in a HIPAA trouble
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>What do you call the uphill slope toward HIPAA compliance?
>HIPAA tenuse
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>What do you call a "shot" of HIPAA humor?
>HIPAA dermic
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>What do you call someone who thinks HIPAA is sweet?
>HIPAA glycemic
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>What is the disease you get from too much HIPAA?
>HIPAA titis
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>What do you call someone who is delighted with HIPAA?
>HIPAA go lucky
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>What cowboy will star on Saturday morning tv after HIPAA?
>HIPAAlong Cassidy
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>What do you call someone who is afraid of HIPAA?
>HIPAA phobic
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>What do you call a boring person who talks in circles about HIPAA?
>HIPAA Drone
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>What do you call government personnel who write HIPAA rules?
>HIPAA crats
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>  Christmas HIPAA humor.
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>
>Twas the night before surgery, and all 'cross the floor
>     The patients were buzzing 'bout the guy in Room Four.
>     His chart was hung on his door with great care
>     To make sure his name was not shown anywhere.
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>     The patients were nestled all snug in their beds
>     While telemetry monitors beeped overhead.
>     And I in my gown, with its crack in the back,
>     Had just settled down for my clear liquid snack.
>
>     When down the hall there arose such a clatter,
>     I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
>     I pulled off my leads and flew out the door,
>     With my IV pole dragging behind on the floor.
>
>     Away to Room Four I hurriedly dashed
>     Unaware of my gown and the nurses I flashed.
>     As I slid to a halt and leaned to peek in
>     I heard the nurse say, "Sir, you mustn't go in!"
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>     And what did I see when I looked in Bed A
>     But ole Mr. Claus; on his belly he lay.
>     Covered in gauze and stuck high in the air
>     Oh what a sight, 'twas St. Nick's derriere!
>
>     He was yelling at Doris, the nurse at his side
>     To be tied to this bed, he just could not abide.
>     He moaned and he bellowed about his ill luck
>     But there was just nothing for it; the old man was stuck.
>
>     "What happened to Santa?" to Doris I said,
>     "Why's he on his belly in this hospital bed?"
>     With a grin she whispered, "He did something stupid.
>     He injured his butt when he backed into Cupid."
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>     But the old man's ears were sharp as tack.
>     He heard what she said there behind his back.
>     "You had no right to speak, and that is a fact!
>     Don't you know about HIPAA, the privacy act?"
>
>     "You're out of compliance, Doris, my dear.
>     You had no right to tell him 'bout my injured rear!
>     I'll sue you for breach, and this hospital, too!
>     You won't have a job when I'm through with you!"
>
>     "When I check my list and then check it twice,
>     You'll be in the column labeled 'Not Nice.'
>     The HIPAA patrol will likewise drop by
>     To find out why you, Doris, did not comply!"
>
>     "They'll want to know why you opened your yap,
>     A big, hefty fine on your butt they will slap.
>     And from me every Christmas you will now see
>     Nothing but switches and coal 'neath your tree."
>
>     Merry Christmas and HIPAA New Year!
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