Note from the ACDIS team: How Brian stole CDI

Every specialist in CDI-Ville liked ACDIS a lot but Brian Murphy, who lived just north of CDI-Ville, did not.

Brian hated ACDIS, the whole association. Now please, don’t ask why, it just leads to frustration. It could be perhaps that his suit was too tight, it could be his shoes weren’t tied quite right. But I think the most likely reason of all, may have been that too many folks said CDI was about money and that was all.

But whatever the reason, (perhaps since he’s tall?) he looked down at ACDIS, hating it all. Staring over his cubicle, with a sour Murphy frown at the CDI specialists writing their reviews down.

“And they’re writing their queries,” he snarled with a sneer. “Clinical validation, too, I can’t stand to be near!”

And the more that his thoughts began to dance and sing, the more Brian thought “I must stop this whole thing! Why for year after year I’ve put up with it now. I must stop reviews from coming, but how?”

Then he got an idea… an awful idea. Brian got a wonderful, awful idea.

“I know just what to do,” Brian laughed in his throat. Then he made a quick physician badge and donned a white coat.

He chuckled and clucked, “What a great trick of Murphy. With this coat and this badge, they’ll never suspect me.”

Then he loaded some bags in the back of his car, and he drove off with CDI-Ville like a guiding star.

All the windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the specialists were dreaming sweet dreams without care.

“This is stop number one,” Brian said of the first hospital on the block before taking out a paper clip and picking the lock.

“These queries,” he hissed, “are the first thing to go.” Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unkind, finding every chart, leaving none behind!

And the one scrap of documentation he left in the place was a note, with a poorly drawn picture of his face.

Then he did the same thing to the other specialist’s places, leaving more poorly drawn pictures of Brian Murphy faces.

The sun was just about to rise when he finished his haul, documentation in his car, he had taken it all.

Nine miles outside of CDI-Ville around the side of lake Crosset, he drove to the waste management plant to toss it.

“Ha-ha to the specialists,” Brian laughed to himself. “They’re finding out now there’s no documents on their shelf. They’re just finding out, I know just what they’ll do. They’ll stare at their workspace for a moment and then the specialists will all cry boo-hoo.”

“That’s a noise,” said Brian, “that I simply can’t miss!” Then he paused, expecting to be greeted with bliss. But there were no cries coming up from the town. He expected to smile, but he started to frown.

For the specialists in CDI-Ville still had hard work to do, and nothing would stop them from doing their reviews. They found electronic copies, and queries to write, so they kept up their work and their spirits were bright.

Brian hadn’t stopped reviews from happening, they went on. They went on like the tune of a song. And there Brian stood, ice cold in the snow. Puzzling and puzzling, “how could it be so?”

“It came without papers, it came without charts, it came without all of the documentation parts!” And he puzzled until he came to a thought that was funny. A warm thought, spreading golden like honey.

“Maybe CDI,” he thought, “Isn’t all about money. Maybe the point of CDI, is a little more sunny.”

And what happened next, well in CDI-Ville they say, that Brian’s small heart grew three sizes that day.

Editor’s Note: ACDIS is ending the year with a holiday break. The office will be closed until Tuesday, January 4. We hope you’ll be spending time recharging as we look toward the new year as well.