Protected naptime is a luxury usually reserved for the under-five-year-old set. Might it also be a tool to combat our country’s astoundingly high rates of medical errors?
Trainee fatigue has been a major focus of patient safety efforts since the mid 1980’s, after 18-year-old Libby Zion died tragically from a drug interaction that may have been precipitated by residents working long hours. In 2003, the Accreditation Council for Graduate …
Today I’ve been feeling stupid. My job absolutely requires critical, creative thinking and the ability to focus well, which was really hard today. But I don’t think I’m actually stupid. I think it has something to do with the task at hand.
So this is how today went. I think it kind of explains the stupid feeling.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. -Annie Dillard
I wish I could add up all of the moments I spend waiting for things to happen.
I wait for computers to boot up. I wait for computer screens to load. I wait for programs to ask for and accept my user name and password for the umpteenth time so I can view a CT scan and then re-enter a different …
You’ve probably watched the Super Bowl as I have many times, faithfully, elevating the occasion to some kind of macabre family tradition. It is a spectacle of athletic agility, drama, and struggle; the pinnacle of American sporting contests. Despite the heavy onslaught of commercialism, faux halftime culture, and evident violence on the field, we suspend our awareness that this event may not …
It happened again today. A youngish man, age 59 (youth being relative these days) comes in for a consultation. His history began eighteen months ago when he started to notice hoarseness. Thinking he had laryngitis, he saw his primary care doctor. He was indeed diagnosed with laryngitis despite the fact that he had not been shouting for his grandson at the local soccer playoffs, nor had he had upper respiratory …
As far back as I can remember, I’ve deliberately spent my life on the high road. I was the seventh-grader who was told by adults that she was very serious. I was the college student who majored in chemistry because it was the strongest premed major. I became a doctor.
Before becoming a doctor, I imagined that I would be the epitome of compassion. I envisioned pausing for a moment before …
Terry is a particularly difficult patient. She is not hard because of her cancer, which is in remission, nor is there a problem with pain, of which she has little, and Terry is not particularly demanding for the nursing staff. No there real problem, the challenge, the thing that makes her so difficult is that Terry is married. Terry is married to Dr. P and he is a particularly difficult …
Pulling into her driveway, I was greeted with the majesty of autumnal brilliance—golds, rusts, and crimsons set against a brilliant azure sky. A bold display of nature’s defiance against the upcoming long winter’s sleep. Not to be ignored, those leaves that had flamed out early chattered against my every step as I slowly ambled toward the doorway.
A sample agenda as the consulting psychiatrist at a geriatric adult home:
8:20am. Arrive at the concrete building. Wave through the locked glass door at the woman sitting behind the desk. She pushes a button and the door buzzes. Pull the door open. Say good morning. She never sounds cheerful when she replies, “Good morning.”
Because there is no open stair access, take the elevator up one floor. It travels slowly. The …
Like most Americans, when I learned that twenty children and six adults had been massacred in Newtown, Connecticut, I recoiled. Like most parents, my next thought was for my own son, the image I retain of his happy, smiling self for one moment replaced by an image of his tiny body lying twisted on the ground. Even as I write these words, an emotion I rarely feel—one I often can’t …
I wrote in a previous post about what life was like growing up in Newtown, Connecticut. It truly is a picturesque New England town. But what might be surprising is that within that town sat a gem. A hundred acres of wooded rolling hills within which sat an inner campus of professionally landscaped and meticulously manicured grounds crowned with stately and handsome brick buildings in a colonial architectural style. These …
I recently heard from an aging and respected physician the old adage that “what is good for the doctor is good for the patient.” The room full of physicians of all ages and specialties nodded their heads in agreement. This saddened me, as it represents a physician-centric system that oftentimes leaves the patient’s needs and desires completely out of the equation.
An area of emerging importance in medicine, whose impact should …
May is a recent divorcee in her early sixties. She was working out at the gym when she began to feel queasy and lightheaded. She awoke in the back of an ambulance, and soon, she was in an ER getting blood drawn. “We need to make sure you don’t have a heart attack,” she was told.
As the day went on, May underwent test after test to “rule …
Over the past few years, I have realized that I have come to resent the word “just.” Certainly not in the civil sense of the word: social justice is the driving force behind virtually all the work I do these days. I am talking about using “just” as a qualifier. As in, “Oh, I’m just the medical student,” or, “He’s just a nurse.” We use it blatantly as an offense …
When I think of Big Joe, I see his overalls, and how he filled them. And how a couple of months after I operated on him, there was room for both of us in there. Big Joe: farmer, salt of the earth, tough, stoic. On the day I met him, if it’d been Halloween, I might have tried to stick a candle in him. That’s how orange he was. My …
This is just a note to say that we, in emergency medicine, appreciate you. Like all of us, you are stuck in an endless loop of unending residency. Don’t worry, it isn’t an episode of The Twilight Zone. It’s just your life. No, it’s our life!
As specialty after specialty withdraws from the practice of medicine, you, and all of us, …
The best clinicians I have worked typically speak enthusiastically of how much they learn from their patients. Perhaps because it is (happily) not a daily event, or perhaps because it is so much more personal, clinicians do not talk much about what they have learned from being a patient themselves. The other end of the stethoscope is a good place to learn about medical care.
Two weeks before the Newtown, Conn, shooting I was at my doctor’s office for an annual physical exam answering questions on an intake survey. Questions like “Do you smoke? How much?” and ” Do you wear the seat beat?”
And then one question stuck out: “Do you have any firearms in the house? Are they stored in a locked area?” What business …
We are in the last steps of getting surgery arranged; the counseling is complete and the consent is on the clipboard. Just as the patient is putting pen to paper, she asks, “When I’m asleep, you’re not going to let some trainee practice on me, are you? I mean, I wouldn’t let the brand …
