Tuesday, June 24, 2008

As you can tell

from the lack of recent posts, I'm finding family medicine less than inspiring. 72% of the patients have what amounts to the sniffles or a pulled muscle but will not leave until prescribed entirely unnecessary painkillers and/or antibiotics. 3% are undertreated psychiatric patients. A good 21% are lonely or depressed and just come by to have someone to talk to/something to do. The remaining 4% that are actually in need of a doctor are immediately referred away to the emergency room or to a specialist.

By far the most interesting thing that happens at the clinic is that the receptionist's bra always, and I mean always, perfectly matches her shoes. And they're different colors every day. Impressive.


The one part I have enjoyed is the walk from my house to the clinic. It's about an hour walk, the clinic is located on the outskirts of the city almost in the desert, and on the way I pass through the Bedouin market, which is always a neat reminder that I am definitely not in Maryland anymore. Yesterday, I passed a boy grazing his cows in the community park, and this morning two old women rode by me, side-saddle, on mules. The patients sometimes stop by the market on the way to the clinic so we get gifts of herbs or tapestries or, occasionally, a chicken or two.

To make the culture shock as dramatic as humanly possible my first fourth-year elective is smack in the center of New York. I start one 12 hour flight and four days from now. I am beyond excited to be able to speak English with my patients, to use needles with safety caps, and to be back in the ER again.

It's going to be tough though to be back in NY and not be doing theater. I have a constant inner impulse telling me to tear off my gloves, walk out of the hospital, get some new headshots, and start going out to open calls.

Well, someone needs to save the world I guess. Are you ready for me New York?

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Socialized healthcare strikes again

I entered my clinic the other day to find my supervising doctor furtively folding a New England Journal of Medicine article and sliding it into unmarked envelopes.

I should explain that this is the doctor who snuck into his own clinic and tore down all the ceiling fans overnight in order to get them to install air-conditioning. A year later, he actually tore down all the internal walls in order to convince the government to pay for renovation. So I was, let's say, concerned. I enjoy working in a clinic with walls.

He didn't explain himself but throughout the rest of the day he muttered to himself and made multiple threatening and vague-sounding phone calls in between patients.

In the afternoon, the story came out. In Israel, the outpatient clinics are funded by the government, doctors are paid a steady salary. To assure quality, doctors are reviewed every year and receive either a financial "punishment" or "reward" based on their performance.

Now how are they reviewed? The blood sugar level (HbA1C) and blood lipid levels (cholesterol, etc.) as well as a few other measurements of all their patients are averaged and the doctor is assigned a quality score based on the health of their patients.

A flawed system? Obviously. I mean, obviously. The system basically encourages doctors to refer away their sick or difficult patients. It also pushes towards treating numbers, to overmedicaton possibly.

So my attending refused to do this, he's been refusing to play the numbers game for years, and as one of the most respected and experienced doctors in the area, he receives the most difficult and elderly patients, pushing his score down even more.

So this year, not only has he been financially penalized again, but they want to bring him before a review board. Meanwhile, two new studies have shown that overly controlling diabetes actually increases mortality. So my doctor is refusing to go to his hearing until he receives a written apology from the committee for penalizing him and an admission that he's actually been the only one, according to this new study, who has been appropriately and safely treating his diabetic patients. He's also been anonymously mailing copies of the article and making threatening phone calls.

I really hope this turns out his way, though I'm pretty sure it won't. This man has 40 years of experience, built his clinic from the ground up, works 60+ hours a week, treats the kinds of cases most family physicians wouldn't touch with a 50 foot pole wrapped in liability waivers, and is loved, I mean loved, by his patients. And he may lose his practice precisely because he chooses to treat sick people instead of healthy ones and to treat patients instead of blood tests.

So it goes.

Who says drug companies don't spend their money wisely?

Patient(bursting in without an appointment): I saw a commercial for a drug! I need you to give it to me.
Doctor: Do you know the name of the drug?
Patient: It was on tv! With the people! It's supposed to work good. I need it.
Doctor: Well, do you know what the drug is for?
Patient: It's. A. Pill. The one with the commercial on tv!! It was on the tv! Last night! For people. To feel better. They said it works really really good. I need a pill that works good! Give it to me.



Later in the conversation. . .
Doctor: ::gives up:: Okay, we can talk about medication in a minute. Is there anything else I can help you with.
Patient: My shoes have anxiety.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

not to be read at the dinner table

Warning, I'm going to touch on both religion and politics. So polite company, this is not for you!

I've been asked a few times about the involvement of religion in the Israeli healthcare system. This is a topic that's difficult to confine to a blog post, and one that I'm by no means an expert in, but I'm happy to offer a few anecdotes.

Israel is a strange bird. Its a tremendously modern country that prides itself on being cutting-edge and technologically relevant, and especially in healthcare, practices tend towards the liberal side. The level of service we provide is not too disimilar from what I experienced in America. The doctors are up to date on the literature, we have all the technology you would expect in a major hospital, and the socialized system covers basic needs very nicely (prescriptions, diagnostic tests, necessary surgeries, checkups and prenatal care, and visits to specialists are all compensated).

But by nature of living in a country that holds some very large and deeply conservative communities (who wield significant political sway), we're confronted with religious issues on a daily basis.

Some examples:

-The abortion policy here is liberal to an extreme. Abortions are covered by health insurance if "medically indicated" (presence of birth defect such as Down Syndrome, cardiac defects, etc., risk to the health of the mother, unmarried mother (!))and can even be performed legally through the third trimester (although many doctors refuse to do this). I personally witnessed a mid-second trimester abortion that was performed for strictly social reasons, a teenage mother, and as liberal as I am that pushed the boundaries of my tolerance, for sure.

The hospital is very permissive (appropriately, I believe) of doctors who feel uncomfortable performing abortions for religious or personal reasons. However, doctors are required to provide prenatal counseling including genetic screening and to educate about birth control methods (which are covered by insurance).

On the flip side, many of our patients (and a percentage of physicians)are deeply conservative. The Bedouin population our hospital serves have a long history of consanguinity and a birth defects prevalence to prove it. They also tend to marry young and have as many children as possible. It's not uncommon for these patients to risk their lives, and that of their unborn child, by refusing c-sections or life-saving medical procedures because it is so important to them to preserve their fertility.

We also see quite a few patients who have refused any prenatal care or genetic testing, despite their significant risk factors, because they believe that their health is simply in god's hands. It's impossible for me to argue with their belief system, but it's difficult when complications do occur, they change their minds about healthcare, and arrive to the hospital expecting us to pick up the pieces (and to take responsibility for the outcome.)

- A small subset of the ultra-orthodox in Jerusalem have stopped vaccinating their children according to the order of their Rabbi (the health-is-in-the-hands-of-god-until-someone-actually-gets-sick argument). Within my six weeks of pediatrics, I saw four cases of measles, one of which resulted in major neurologic complications, and one which proved fatal. Again, I try to be respectful of their decision, but it's very difficult when I see children suffering for the choices of their parents. In addition, when these children come into the small emergency room with measles, they put all the immunocompromised children in the waiting room and the ward at risk.

-I completed my pediatrics rotation at a private religious hospital. This hospital remained open on Shabbat (Friday night and Saturday) BUT- no lab tests, no diagnostic imaging, and no writing. That's correct. The already understaffed ER is allowed only to provide immediately life-save services without the benefit of basic diagnostic information. In addition, they rely on volunteers to do any writing that needs to be done which slows down the already vastly backed up ER to such an extent that children with real emergency sometimes had to wait up to four hours to see a physician (who won't actually be able to diagnose or treat them fully).

In my mind, it would be better to simply close the ER and let the patients with emergencies go to a public ER where they can be treated appropriately. I volunteered one Friday evening and was so horrified I ended up leaving early. I have no problem with doctors choosing not to work on Shabbat or on closing the hospital entirely. But to provide half-healthcare in my mind is almost worse than providing nothing at all.

On the positive side, government run hospitals and clinics are fully functional through the holidays with one major exception that I wrote about in the fall.

So it's really a mixed bag here. The contrasts can be quite shocking. I don't see religion interfering too much in hospital policy. To the contrary, actually. But by the very nature of this country, it's still a daily issue, and a constant consideration.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I love neurology

"Good morning, I am Dr. Honest. This morning you will do a neurologic exam. You will do it all wrong. I will be mean. Let's go."

And that's pretty much how it went down.

Giardia

is creepy, right?

Friday, May 16, 2008

Overheard in neurology

"I tapped her knee, attempting to elicit a reflex, and accidentally shocked her into another personality."

<-- it's a good idea to read your charts.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Welcome to neurology

"It's going to be a long and terrible day." - Chief resident upon seeing us.

Apparently the neurology department is not super happy about having students.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Back to the psych ward

I'm back from a way too short six day jaunt to the states. My oh-so-typical suburban neighborhood took on a new magical shine through the eyes of my fresh off the plane husband. (It looks just like the movies!)

Today's patient of the day: In his late 40s with syphilis inspired dementia, the only way they were able to convince him to stay in the dementia ward was to tell him that he works there. He takes his work very seriously, assisting the cleaning crews, helping the nurses wheel their carts, and moving the other patients around the ward when he isn't happy with where they're sitting. Today he assigned himself the job of watching the tea pitcher and "assisting" the other patients in pouring themselves the right amount of tea. If they pour what he perceives to be the wrong amount of tea? He chastises them, takes the cup, spills it over their head, and guides them back to their seat.

The nurse seemed to feel this was benign enough not to merit intervention so we got to watch him do this about six times during our fifteen minute tour of the ward.

In other news, I managed to get hopelessly behind my training schedule for the triathlon despite my very best intentions. Luckily there are three weeks to go so I'm going to try my very best to un-jet-lag fast, make up for the lost time over the next two weeks, and then hope for the best.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

article time!

The article.

You've probably already encountered it. It's about the anti-anorexia legislation passed in France.

I have mixed feelings. I do have the feeling that it's effectively impossible to be a healthy-sized female in this western universe that we inhabit and not have a hidden suspicion that life would be just a wee bit better if we were just a wee bit smaller. So I support, 100%, the idea of legislation that attempts to change pro-anorexia/pro-skinny thinking on a large-scale basis. It's amazing really. Two years in jail! I love that it's taking a stand, a bold stand. And yes, yes, yes, a change must be made. A big one.

But on the other hand I do believe in free speech. And if we're going to prosecute websites for promoting unhealthy-and-possibly-lethal lifestyle choices, we might as well shut down half the internet.

I'm on my way out to go on a bike trip in the desert with the adolescent psychiatric ward. I love this rotation. . .