I’ve been thinking... about beeps, rings, and dings. As a kid, I couldn’t wait for weekends. Monday through Friday the parents tried to get us to start the day on NBC with Ding Dong School. Miss Frances, the Mister Rogers of the 1950s, opened...

CLOSE IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH I've been thinking...about patient names, drug names, look-alikes, and sound-alikes. A few years ago, a charity mistakenly channeled my donations into the account of another donor named Mark Neuenschwander. One evening a ...

I've been thinking...about alcohol, chicken, drugs, and rising intelligence quotients—more specifically about beer labels, meat packaging, medication labels, and how bar codes are getting smarter. As seen on TV, Coors Lite bottles now come wrapped...

I've been thinking...that I'm wary and weary of hearing the "workaround" excuse. Not many, nevertheless too many in the healthcare community persist in pooh-poohing bar-code point-of-care (BPOC) systems as an effective safety measure by arguing,...

I've been thinking...about the FDA's bar-code rule one year later and about the complaining that has followed. The FDA Bar Code Rule, requiring pharmaceutical manufacturers to include bar codes on all immediate drug packages, went into full effect on...

I’ve been thinking . . . about the Joint Commission’s 2008 National Patient Safety Goals (NPSGs). Along with some favorite swear words. Last year at The unSUMMIT on Bedside Barcode Technology in Practice, the esteemed Kenneth Barker received the...

I’ve been thinking about points. Ah, the ambiguity of the English language. Without more context, how could you possibly know what I have in mind by points? I’m writing this article from the skies above one of the Dakotas—roughly, the halfway...

I’ve been thinking about shower curtains, seat belts, and the increasing expectations on America’s hospitals to utilize bar-code point-of-care (BPOC) systems. While shaving this morning in the Harrisburg Hilton (CNN mumbling in the background), I...

I’ve been thinking Seattle, New York, Indianapolis and Madison. I spent the too-be-forgotten Father’s Day of ‘95 on the front row—just past the dugout on the third base line—at a Seattle Mariners’ baseball game. It turned out to be the...