Monday, January 20, 2014
I have a patient now who was recently shifted out of the MICU after having seizures. He's otherwise relatively healthy, but after an extended stay in the hospital, has lost quite a bit of muscle use. He needs to go to rehab. So I ask the physical therapists to see him, but its a weekend and they're short staffed- it will have to wait until Monday for a full assessment. Until I have that assessment, the social worker can't begin the search for placement upon discharge, as we need PT recommendations for subacute rehab versus acute rehab versus outpatient rehab. Once that's completed by the PT and the social worker submits information to the patient's insurance company. Again, they aren't open on holidays or weekends, so it has to wait. Once the insurance company gets the information, it can take several days for them to make a decision as to whether or not they would pay for the placement. In the meantime, they need daily updated notes and progress notes submitted to them. And before you know it, someone who was ready for discharge ends up sitting in the hospital with no reason for a week. Being someone who hates to waste healthcare dollars, this makes me so upset. Not to mention the fact that NO ONE likes to be in the hospital (and if they do, they must really hate where they live or are malingering or something). I get so frustrated.
Another patient I had came in with a hip fracture. She was completely independent at home prior to her fall, and in unbelievably good health for her age. Unfortunately, she had a complicated hospital course and suffered irreversible anoxic brain injury. For several weeks, the family insisted upon "doing everything in our power" to make things better, which we did. Everything was looking great, but when it came time for discharge, we ran into another hold up. Insurance issues. The patient was improving every day, but this patient ended up staying in hospital for an extra 8 days waiting for approval. While waiting to get out of the hospital for some rehab, she continued to lose muscle strength and ended up getting a mucous plug in her mainstem bronchus which completely made an entire lung nonfunctional. It's easy enough to remove - just a quick bronchoscopy (percussion and drainage was not working) - but it was at this point when the family decided that enough had been done, and it was time to shift our focus from aggressive treatment to comfort care. I'm having troubles coming to terms with this - there was at least a small chance that she could have make a good recovery with intensive physical therapy, but instead we elected to keep her comfortable, which will likely lead to a pneumonia, sepsis, and eventual death. I can understand comfort care with cancer, end stage liver or heart disease...but from weakness? I just can't wrap my head around it...but pneumonia is a leading cause of death in the elderly, and I am sure this is a large reason as to why. I suppose if we did the bronch and removed the plug, it would only happen again and again...which it did during the hospital course...so in a way, why prolong the suffering? It's just hard, my most difficult ethical dilemma of intern year. It just seems so treatable...but the underlying problem could really never be fixed. When I shared this information with the MICU team who cared for her, they were devastated. We all knew that the underlying problem would never be fixed (not likely anyway), but it's still so difficult to see someone we've invested so much of ourselves in to do so poorly.
People constantly tell me how sad oncology is, but I'd take it any day in place of this!
Anyway...I'm officially halfway through intern year! :) :) :) :)
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Something new from this week is that our students have come back on service. I enjoy teaching students, and I have a really interesting patient right now with a disease we don't see often (it's my first time seeing it as well). So when I discovered that one of the students was also going to be seeing that patient, I got excited and started asking him all sorts of questions, trying to help him learn about this interesting case. Instead of seeing an enthusiastic and interested student, I got basically silence and disinterest from him. Imagine someone being dead excited about something they've never experienced before trying to spread that enthusiasm to a wall. That's basically what was happening.
...I guess not everyone gets excited about medicine...I think this guy will find he fits right in with psychiatry, all he is interested in is stories the patients tell. Gosh, I mean, what's wrong with people?! MEDICINE IS AMAZING. duh.
I've had two separate occasions this week of nurses doing their best to report me. First one was a nurse (who I thought liked me!?) who shouted at me for not wearing a gown in a room with influenza. I had to calm her down and remind her that flu is only droplet precautions and that I did have a mask on within 3 feet of the patient. I couldn't believe it; me, who follows every rule all the time and never EVER does anything half assed. Then another nurse gave me trouble for ordering an immunosuppressant for a patient who has been on this medication for YEARS. The only reason I was dosing it myself rather than putting in a standing order was because the nurses kept giving the medication 3 times more frequently than I had ordered, causing the patient to have some undesirable side effects. Rather than slapping that info in her face, I just said to her that the patient has been taking it for a very long time and I'm giving this medication to her just as it has always been prescribed to her, and I had even double checked the dosing with her primary doctor to be sure that we were doing things correctly as well as monitoring her levels of the drug. Seriously. Get off my back!haha But it's kind of nice that they actually communicate these things with me; early in the year, nurses are a female interns worst enemy and it takes a long time for them to even acknowledge your existence. So I suppose this is a step up!
But, on a much brighter note, two NICE things also happened this week...I received a phone call from a nurse asking me to address an issue she had with medications for a patient, which she had been calling about to the other doctors for the previous two days. I was the first one to tell her why we hadn't made the changes she suggested, and she thanked me up and down (and without even mentioning my name, she knew who I was). She was happy to talk to me. I love when we can all work so well together in a team. Seriously love that. The other thing that made me blush happened during rounds. During my pre-rounds, I had spent quite some time with a patient explaining his diagnoses and our treatment plan and what our goals realistically are, etc...so when we went to round with my attending, who also is my program director, he was explaining these same things to the patient. The patient interrupted him and said "yes, I'm aware of all of this. The doctor standing beside you already told me everything you're telling me. You've got a great doctor there" and my program director just smiled, said "I know she is", and shook his hand and walked out of the room. I felt so competent, so much job satisfaction! It's nice to see the extra things I do don't always go unnoticed.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Happy new year!
Coming back to work after a short holiday break, I knew I'd be a little less enthusiastic about work than usual. We were working half-staffed, and unlucky for me, my co-intern's flight was delayed a few days. I was doing the work of three interns, and I was also unfortunate enough to have a long winded attending on service. That meant rounds took even longer than normal. After three 15 hour stressful and busy days, it was new years eve. All I could think about that late afternoon was how I could leave the hospital once my work was done, but knowing it wouldn't be any earlier than usual (and likely later than necessary thanks to my attending). I was a little bitter; after all, so many of my friends had the night off to enjoy with their friends while I was stuck working even harder than usual on a service I don't particularly care for. As I grumbled to myself about the new year and how it will undoubtedly repeatedly reflect the same scenario I was in that night, it suddenly dawned on me: some of the patients I was caring for in the hospital are seeing their last new years eve...and they are stuck in a noisy and uncomfortable hospital room to celebrate. I realized that this life I live now is only temporary, and things will get better. I won't be spending every new years eve in hospital. But for the time being, I am privileged to be a part of so many peoples new years eve as they regain their health. I'm the lucky one.
Hoping to keep this positive mentality through the year. I am so fortunate to be in a profession that gives so much satisfaction and allows me to have a real impact on other peoples lives.
Best wishes to all of you for a happy and healthy new year.