Even doctors must become patients eventually, and often challenging patients at that.  We know enough to be dangerous but not enough to be in charge.  We want to question everything but try not to.  We can tend to be catastrophic thinkers because that is how we are trained to be, but fear being alarmists.  We want our care providers to actually like us, when we know they inwardly cringe knowing they are dealing with another physician.  We wouldn’t want to take care of us either.

Due to intermittent changes in vision in one eye, I have recently been getting some practice at trying to be a model patient.  Unfortunately, I have become an “interesting” patient, something no patient really wants to be.  That means the symptoms are not classic, the diagnostic tests not straight forward, the exam findings not clear cut, the differential diagnosis list very long.   It also usually means a visit to a tertiary care center for a visit with a sub-subspecialist to try to pick the brain of one of the handful of living physicians who thoroughly understands one aspect of complex human physiology and anatomy.  As a primary care physician who always sees an entire forest when I approach a patient, it is a unique experience to watch a colleague at work who truly concentrates on understanding one leaf on one tree.

A public academic training institution’s subspecialty care outpatient clinic is a fascinating place to spend a few hours.  The waiting room was packed to capacity with people from all walks of life sharing our afternoon together because of a shared concern about one small but crucial part of our bodies — our retinas.  We were all told the average time spent in clinic could be three hours or more and we all knew it was worth the wait so didn’t mind a bit.   Despite the long wait, not one of us would have thought to object when a couple of sheriff deputies accompanying a shackled county jail inmate dressed in his orange jumpsuit were escorted right into an exam room, rather than taking the only empty seats in the waiting room next to several elderly ladies.   We figured he was more than welcome to jump to the head of the line.

Finally my turn came to be seen first by a technician, and then a resident physician, then more testing with more technicians, and finally by the subspecialist attending physician himself.  I appreciated his gracious greeting acknowledging me as a colleague, but also his unhesitating willingness to be my doctor so I could be his patient.  His assessment after his exam  and review of everything that had been done:  there was no clear cause for my symptoms,  so my diagnosis would carry an “undifferentiated” label rather than the currently less preferred “idiopathic” label.   In other words, he didn’t know for sure what was up with my retina and as an expert he didn’t like to admit that, but there it was.

He then smiled and said “so for now we’ll treat you with MICCO.”

MICCO?  I knew there are many new unique pharmaceutical names that I have not been able to keep up with, but this was a brand new one to me that I figured only a sub-subspecialist would know about and be able to prescribe.

So he explained: Masterful Inactivity Coupled with Cat-like Observation.

Right now it might appear I’m doing nothing, but doing nothing makes the most sense and is the least risky option.  In reality I’m keeping my unblinking eye on you, ready to spring into action if warranted.

Treatment plan: MICCO prn

Emily Gibson is a family physician who blogs at Barnstorming.