The typical reaction of someone who came to the Access booth

HIMSS has been very successful for us this year. Turns out that a lot of hospital staff are tired of messing around with pre-printed paper forms, with trying to figure out how to get these forms into the ECM system without soul-crushing data entry and, in some cases, with an existing forms management system that sounded good during the demo but is anything but in the real world.

It has also been positive to have conversations with other vendors that know their stuff, and can tell you what they do without buzzwod jibberish taking over. In years past, some of the bigger vendors had booths that were gratuitously over-staffed and, in some cases, 75% populated by people more interested in the ‘extra curricular’ activities of the host city than in connecting with customers.

Before HIMSS I assumed that if this had been true in Orlando, Chicago and the other cities that have welcomed healthcare IT’s      banner event, it would prove true in Vegas, of all places. But, after talking with 20 or so exhibitors I was surprised (and pleasantly so) to find that the trend appears to be kaput. Even those who welcomed talking, dancing robots into their booths seemed to know what the heck they were selling and what their customers wanted. I was a little frustrated that my cynicism was short-lived! Way to prove me wrong, fellow HIMSS goers.


But I do get to gripe about a couple of things, thank goodness. The first is the Labyrinth-like structure of the Palazzo-Venetian megalopolis.


One wrong turn apnd one could unwittingly end up dazed and confused by the sensory overload fest that is the casino floor, aka my least favorite environment. Seriously, I’d rather by doused in whale oil and dropped into shark-infested waters than be surrounded by what the Grinch called (in How the Grinch Stole Christmas, for the uninitiated) “all that noise, noise noise!” To say nothing of the flashing lights, pong of stale tobacco and lack of sunshine.


At one point, this directionally-challenged writer was so turned around that I began worrying I had stepped into the actual movie Labyrinth, and was half expecting David Bowie to leap out, hair all crazy and that odd grin competing for facial real estate with sparkly  blue makeup, from behind a slot machine. His lace cravat would have been fitting for Vegas, at least. Thankfully a group of suit-wearing humans with HIMSS badges appeared and saved me from such a fate.


The other Gripe of the Day concerns those iPad and “smart”phone users who wander around with eyes fixed maniacally on their devices, as if the screens contain the Meaning of Life, completely oblivious to other people who may object to being barreled into. I blame the Red Bull sellers, whose wares burn out synapses already half fried by the afore mentioned casino floor mess and too many over-indulgent customer dinners.

Anyway, all that aside, we had productive and enjoyable meetings with customers, prospects and partners, benefited from bringing together the Access team – many of us work remotely – and secured an even better booth location for next year’s HIMSS. New Orleans will give itself as the venue, and we will gladly partake in Creole cuisine, jazz and, perhaps, in case we need affirmation that our hometown Dallas Mavericks haven’t fallen too far since whipping those Miami Heat preeners to win the NBA championship, a Hornets game.

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