Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Casual Friday

With it being a holiday weekend and the de facto end of summer... me, Pissy, and our staffs decided to all wear Hawaiian shirts last Friday.





Mr. Collar: "I can't believe you're wearing that shirt."

Dr. Grumpy: "I know, but it's Friday, and I have the long weekend off, so I thought I'd wear something relaxed."

Mr. Collar: "That's not the kind of agenda I think a doctor should be pushing."

Dr. Grumpy: "Um, that I wore a Hawaiian shirt on casual Friday?"

Mr. Collar: "No! That you're promoting marijuana use!"

Dr. Grumpy: "Huh?"

Mr. Collar: "On your shirt! You think I don't know what those are?"

Dr. Grumpy: "Um, they're palm trees."

Mr. Collar: "Do I look stupid to you?"

Monday, September 7, 2015

It's a holiday, here's a video







Thank you, Tab!

Friday, September 4, 2015

Rimshot

Mrs. Osteo: "I take a daily calcium supplement."

Dr. Grumpy: "Do you take vitamin D, too?"

Mrs. Osteo: "No, it's vitamin D3."


Say it aloud if it doesn't make sense.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Skool nerse memories

This is Mrs. Grumpy.

Many years ago Local Hospital built a new wing, which had quite a few delays (the main one being that about 1/3 of the way through they discovered they'd forgotten to budget money to build it, and didn't have any).

Anyway, the day they opened the new building was, coincidentally, the day I'd scheduled my hysterectomy. So I was in the first batch of post-op patients that were put in rooms in the wing. They were bigger and more modern than the old building, so seemed like a nice idea.

After I settled in I turned on the TV in my room... it didn't work, but the nurse came down to answer my call light. Which I hadn't pushed. It's just as well, though, because she had to go into the room next door because the TV in there had just switched on even though the occupant hadn't touched it.

When I turned on the sink both it and my shower came on.

They eventually got my TV working, and I sat back to watch something. About 15 minutes later the fire sprinkler in the room randomly switched on, dousing me and shorting out the TV. Which gave off a huge cloud of smoke and triggered the fire alarm.

As they rolled me and several other post-op patients back to the old wing, the nurses were talking about how they'd installed computers for them, but no monitors.

Awesome planning all around.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Mary's desk

Mary: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Mary."

Mr. Robichaux: "Hello. I need to make an appointment with Dr. Grumpy."

Mary: "Sure. We have an opening for 8:00 tomorrow morning... What's your insurance?"

Mr. Robichaux: "U.S. Veterans, Inc."

Mary: "Oh, I'm sorry. We're not contracted with USV."

Mr. Robichaux: "What the hell? You guys have something against veterans?"

Mary: "No, not at all. We've just never been contracted with USV, as long as I've been here. There are several insurances we don't take."

Mr. Robichaux: "I risked my life so people like you could have freedom, and this is how you treat me?"

Mary: "I respect that you did that, sir. Let me give you the names of neurologists who do take USV... Down the street there's Dr. Techie, and her number is..."

Mr. Robichaux: "Fucking communists."

He hung up.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Nice try

I'm at the nursing station, writing a note. A nurse comes over.


Nurse: "Hi, Dr. Grumpy. A family member for room 8 is on the line and wants to talk to you."

Dr. Grumpy: "Okay" (picks up phone) "This is Dr. Grumpy."

Mr. Little: "Hi, you were just in to see my brother, in room 8? How's he doing?"

Dr. Grumpy: "Seems to be getting better, I think he'll do well with time and physical therapy."

Mr. Little: "Is there anything I should know that you haven't told him?"

Dr. Grumpy: "No, I've gone over things pretty thoroughly."

Mr. Little: "There must be some secrets you're keeping from him that we need to be aware of."

Dr. Grumpy: "No there aren't."

Mr. Little: "I think..." (coughs)


Oddly, the patient in room 8 is heard coughing at the same time.


Dr. Grumpy: "Who is this again?"

Mr. Little: "I'm Dave, the brother of the guy in room 8."

Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, I..."


Guy on phone and patient in room 8 both have another coughing spell.


Dr. Grumpy: (sighs) "Mr. Little, I'm not hiding anything from you."

Mr. Little: "I told you! I'm not Mr. Little! I'm my brother!"


Monday, August 31, 2015

P4P

For those of you not in the field, quality medical notes in the U.S. have been replaced by bullshit "Quality Metrics."

Instead of an intelligent statement on the patient's condition, you have to make sure that your note includes specifically worded stuff - which usually has absolutely nothing to do with what's going on.

The idea is that if you don't say these required phrases then you must not care, and (also importantly), may not got paid by insurance. So docs have to put crap like this in their notes.

Anyway.

Last Friday I received a consult on an 89 year old guy who suffered a cardiac arrest at home on Monday. He'd since been on a ventilator, and clearly wasn't waking up. So neurology was needed to decide if he'd recover (yeah, I know, but that's a whole 'nother post).

Leafing through the chart, I saw this note, written on Thursday night by an internist:


Sigh.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Sharper than a serpent's tooth

Compassion.

Once upon a time, I had a lot of it. I guess I still do, or I wouldn't be at this desk.

I think most medical students start out that way. We want to help the sick, heal the wounded, decrease suffering. All that stuff we once wrote in the "personal statement" section of the universal med school application. And believed.

A friend of mine, an OB/GYN, and I were chatting about how this job can suck the compassion out of you. There are some people you just can't help. She recently had to do emergency surgery on a 15 year-old girl for an ectopic pregnancy. The girl had had upwards of 20 sexual partners already, and was, of course, angry at the doctor for having emergently done something that might prevent her from having kids, even if the goal was to save her life.

We all have stories like that, little knives that cut away part of our compassion. They add up over time. And, for most of us, we remember when it started.

Mine began over 25 years ago. I was a 3rd year med student, working at the school's clinic. That day the resident and I were doing a routine pregnancy visit on a 19 year old who already had 3 children. Her other kids were there, undisciplined and destroying the exam room as we tried to work. None had the same father. Of course, they were on welfare and food stamps, and the unemployed mother had brought paperwork to get her amounts increased.

It hits you hard that first time, when you realize where some of your tax dollars are going, and that I was supporting her. Walking home that night, at the end of 17 hours at the hospital, I realized that, if her welfare money were cut off and she and her kids died of starvation and exposure in the street... I probably wouldn't lose any sleep over it. None. Zip. Nada.

Terrible thing to feel that way, huh? It's not like the kids had asked to be in this situation. And then I was angry at myself for even having such an awful thought. But I've never forgotten that moment, when I first realized that, at some point, even my concern for others ran out.

That was the first, and they add up over time. The patient who's in for yet another drug overdose,  knowing that, after me and the ICU team patches them together, they'll go out and do it again. Often they're on welfare, but even if they're not, the bottom line is that we're all paying for them one way or another, either through our taxes or insurance premiums.

The epilepsy patient who doesn't take her meds, and several times a year I have to go in at 2:00 a.m. to pull her out of the fire. She might be pregnant, too, and the repeated effects of uncontrolled seizures will damage the next generation.

The anxious guy who thinks he's dying of something, who you agree to "squeeze in" and give up your 15 minute lunch break for... and then never shows up. He calls later to say he'd forgotten, or been busy, or had to wash his hair,  then screams and threatens legal action when Mary refuses to work him in the next day.

The obviously bogus disability claim, who wants lifetime payments for exaggerated or fraudulent problems, and is bringing you the paperwork demanding it be filled out in his favor.

The guy you went the whole 9 yards for, filling out forms and writing appeals, to get his $800 per month medication covered. Then sends you a nasty hate-filled letter because your staff charged him the $15 co-pay his insurance requires you to.

The lady whose neurological issues you finally get controlled after 2 years of frequent appointments, medication changes, pharmacy coverage appeals, and late night emergency phone calls... who ends up in ER after stopping treatment because she took some TV charlatan's advice over yours.

Don't go thinking all patients are like this. Most aren't. They're decent people who want your help, and are grateful for it. The problem is that the one crappy person in a day of 10 good ones can dwarf the nice people to nothingness and make you forget about them.

It becomes a political issue. The conservatives would have you believe that all people on welfare are like this, and deserve to starve and die. The liberals claim that as a society we have to support all our members, regardless of cost or lifestyle decisions. The real truth varies from case-to-case, and is always somewhere in between. There are plenty of other sites where you can argue those points, and this ain't one of them. So I'll leave that there. You want to post a political tirade about this? Go troll elsewhere. That not the point of this post. This is:

What does it do to your doctors? And nurses? And all the others in healthcare who have to deal with these cases?

It sucks the compassion out of you. You came here believing that somewhere, somehow, you'd be able to help people. To make a difference in the lives of others. To care.

And, for the most part, we do. But the thing that slaps you hardest is learning that you can't help everyone. There are always going to be the ones who don't want to be helped, or don't believe you can help them, or are only there to game the system. A million reasons with the same end result. You watch your best efforts, midnight runs to the hospital, your own health, family time, and sanity, and a fuck-ton of your own and everyone elses money, all go down the drain because the person you're trying to help doesn't care.

And, every time this happens, a little piece of you dies. You never stop caring, but it gets harder and harder to do so. Some of your compassion and fire goes away. Occasionally you meet a medical student with the fire you once had, and wonder what happened to it. They probably look at you and wonder the same.

This is where it goes. Cut out of you in little pieces by years of working hard to help people who don't want your help. Or who take advantage of your concern for their own greed.

At the end of some shitty days I think back to the 19 year old with 3 and 1/2 kids many years ago, and how I felt after leaving that day. Sometimes I hate her for being the first cut. Sometimes I hate myself for feeling the utter contempt for her that I did. And most days I'm just too tired to think about it at all.

But when the alarm goes off in the morning, or my iPhone rings at 2:00 a.m., I still go back and do it, and give it my best shot, all over again. Just like a million other doctors and nurses around the world every day. Because, win or lose, that's why we're here.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Face palm

Dr. Grumpy: "How are the hands doing?"

Mr. Carpal: "Since wearing the brace my right hand is much better, but the left hand isn't. Is this the correct kind of brace?"

Dr. Grumpy: "Yeah, I'm surprised the left isn't any better. Did you get the same kind of brace for that side?"

Mr. Carpal: "I only got one for the right side."

Dr. Grumpy: "So... You haven't been wearing one on the left side at all?"

Mr. Carpal: "I figured wearing only 1 brace was supposed to help both hands."

Dr. Grumpy: "No... you need it on both wrists."

Mr. Carpal: "I tried, but both hands didn't fit in it together."

Monday, August 24, 2015

Rimshot

Dr. Grumpy: "How are you doing with the new medication?"

Mrs. Patient: "It's terrible! Ever since I started it, I haven't been able to have an orgasm!"

Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, let's stop it and see how you do before trying something else."

Mrs. Patient: "Do I have to back down slowly?"

Dr. Grumpy: "No, it's easy to get off."

Mrs. Patient: "Not when you're taking this medication!"

Friday, August 21, 2015

Allergies

Paramedic: "Are you allergic to any medications?"

Mr. Emesis: "Yes. Ipecac makes me vomit."


Thank you, Firefighter Tom!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Seen in a chart

I can't even imagine what this was supposed to say. But I love it.



Wednesday, August 19, 2015

What indeed?

Mary: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Mary."

Ms. Noshow: "Hi, when is my appointment?"

Mary: "Um... It was 2 days ago."

Ms. Noshow: "Nobody told me that. How was I supposed to know? I need to reschedule it."

Mary: "I did tell you that. In fact, you called me yourself to make the appointment last week, and then I spoke to you the afternoon before when I made my reminder calls."

Ms. Noshow: "Well, even if you did do that, it's not like you made an effort to remind me about it on the day of the visit."

Mary: "You called me a few hours before to ask for directions. I even faxed a map to your office."

Ms. Noshow: "I didn't get it. You probably faxed it to the wrong place. That's a violation of privacy. I should file a complaint for that."

Mary: "It was just a map to the office. It didn't have your name on it. You requested it."

Ms. Noshow: "Well, it wasn't a very well-labeled map, I'll tell you that. Even if I had gotten it I couldn't have used it because the street names were unreadable. Besides, I had a lot going on, and didn't have time to come in that day, or to call and cancel it. I'm very busy, you know."

Mary: "I..."

Ms. Noshow: "Anyway, I need to reschedule. I'd like next Tuesday at 2:45."

Pause

Mary: "At this point I think you'd be best seeking care elsewhere. I'd contact your internist for names of other neurologists."

Ms. Noshow: "ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

Mary: "Yes."

Ms. Noshow: "Criminently. This happened with the last 2 neurologists I made appointments with, too. What is wrong with you people?"

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Topsy-turvy

Dr. Grumpy: "How was your trip to Wally World?"

Mrs. Invert: "It was great, the kids had a lot of fun."

Dr. Grumpy: "You guys go on the roller coasters?"

Mrs. Invert: "My kids did. I can't do those."

Dr. Grumpy: "My wife is the same way."

Mrs. Invert: "It's a medical issue. I can't go upside down. A doctor I once saw said it would make my brain fall out, and I'd die."

 
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