The GoldiDocs Phenomena

The GoldiDocs Phenomena

The world consists of three types of doctor.  Three types of doctors who will grace your presence on any given stay in the hospital, foray into the nursing home, or visit to the office.  You might have never given these archetypes a specific name, but they are immediately recognizable.  

I'm not talking about medical knowledge or clinical savvy. I'm not pointing to differences in  education or training.  

Bedside manner.  We're talking about bedside manner people! 

Dr. Too Grumpy

She storms into the room with her mobile phone glued to her ear.  Or better yet, a blue tooth device.  She spits sarcasm at the invisible nurse on the other end of the line, or medical assistant, or god forbid, patient.  

She barely regards you as she types away at the electronic medical record.  Questions are stated, not asked.  Eye contact is minimal, and the exam is brusk.  Mechanical.  There is no discussion, just bald commandments.  Patient centered care and  shared decision making is scoffed at.

She will not describe to you the physiologic underpinnings.  She will not discuss the pros and cons.  And if you dare to delay her from attending to her next patient, she will regard you with scorn and sarcasm.  

She is perfectly capable, yet utterly unacceptable.

Dr. Too Nice

He will show his toothy grin as he coos in your ear.  He will say that everything will be alright, even when it won't. His manner is soothing and infinitely gratuitous.  You are the only one who exists at the moment.  The only one he cares for.  

He will give you narcotics if you ask for them.  He will treat your common cold with antibiotics.  The plan is to do what ever it takes for you to like him.  For you to tell all your friends and keep coming back to his office. 

He hates confrontation and would rather pander than have an honest, open conversation.  Difficulty is his greatest adversary.  Not illness.  Not well being. 

He will tell you exactly what you want to hear.  Hold your hand.  Lie through his teeth.

He is a perfectly nice guy, yet the most dangerous provider you will encounter.

Dr. Just Right

There are, believe it or not, doctors who are both kind and calm, but firm and knowledgeable.  They exist in every hospital, nursing home, and physician office.  They might not be the favorite.  They may upset you from time to time.  

They know how to just stand there and do nothing.  When nothing is called for.  

They may lecture you on diet and exercise, smoking and alcohol, stress and anxiety.

But you will know them when you see them.  

If you see them.

They're a dying breed.

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What's Been Left Out

Would You Do It Again?

Over on my other blog, every Monday, I write Good Decision/Bad Decision posts.  The idea is to dissect a decision, usually financial, from various viewpoints.  Nothing we do in life is truly good or bad, there are always consequences.  This week, I am going to tackle something a little more personal.  Should I have gone to medical school?

This question is fraught with emotional pitfalls.  How could it not be?  From the moment I can remember, I have wanted to be a doctor.  It has been with me for every breath and aspiration.  Now at the age of 44, Almost twenty years into my career, I can't help but look back and wonder.  Was it all worth it?

What's Been Left Out

I love being a doctor.  There are so many insights that I have gained by being on the edge of life and death with my patients.  The privilege is such, that even my aptitude for verbosity, only manages to scratch the surface.  I live a charmed life.  I have been lucky.

But.

Remember that when someone follows a statement with the word but, it means to forget every idea that came directly before.

But, this profession has cost me dearly.

It has cost time and money, strength and energy, character and innocence.  I am not the man I once was.  Not the man I would be if I chose business or law as my profession.  There are many roads in life, who knows who we would have become if we chose the path not taken.

I know This Much

Medicine has hurt me.  It has ruined my body and mind.  I wake upon every morning fifteen years after residency with a shattered sleeping pattern.  I go about my day immune to the everyday suffering of those around me.

You think... is bad.  You should see the young guy I am taking care of with pancreatic cancer.

I am impatient.  Very impatient.  Trained from years of arguing, demanding, and doing whatever it takes in minute allotments of time, I can barely wait in the grocery line without bursting into flames.

And I am cold.  So cold.  Frigid.  Wrapped in the blanket of ice of self protectionism.  Surrounded by walls built and shattered so many times that there strength has doubled from scarring.

You only have to feel responsible for one death.  Only have to watch the tears of one family for a few minutes.  Then try that a hundred times.  Maybe more.  Unlikely less.

Undone

We can't undo our decisions.  I cannot just stop being a doctor.  The practice of medicine is what I do,  but quitting cannot unmake who I am or what I have endured.

Medicine is a privilege.  The ultimate privilege.

But it comes with an unbearable cost.

How the hell do I know if I would pay it again?

Isn't It Ironic, Don't You think?

I Hate EMR's

There.  I said it.  The bane of my existence, as a primary care physician, are the idiotic electronic medical records I have been forced to use.  Lets see...I have mastered Epic, Point Click Care, All scripts, Practice Fusion, etc., etc.  I can't even begin to remember all the different systems.  

The one point that is glaringly clear, they have added pain, frustration, and increasing amounts of time.  But none, I said none, have actually improved patient care.  I have spent thousands of dollars and countless hours using electronic medical records.  They have altered my work flow, disturbed my connection with my patients, and otherwise consumed more time than actual patient evaluations.  

In case I haven't said it before on this blog, EMR's were one of the main reasons I decided to leave my traditional primary care office and start a a home based concierge practice.  Even if I still had to participate in the folly of governmental mandates, I at least had more time to count my clicks and argue with my patients over signing up for the patient portal.  

Meaningful Use, MACRA

I have fully complied with meaningful use and MACRA.  I have received bonuses over the years.  These payments were made on the back of my poor patients who had to suffer through the pointing and clicking.  

I finally gave up.  I stopped seeing outpatients this January and now do nursing home and hospice work only.  I chart on the medical record in the nursing home which is owned by the facility,  and thus I cannot submit any data.  Medicare doesn't recognize the difficulty of this situation.  Starting in 2020 they will cut my payments until they whittle off 10%.  To start with.

The truth is, I really don't give a flying #$#@.  As I have documented elsewhere, I no longer practice to make a living anyway.  I have that covered.  So if Medicare wants to cut my payments, so be it.  

Have at it Medicare.  I give up.

The Last Laugh

Since I was still seeing patients in 2017 and charting on my own EMR, I decided to try to comply with MACRA.   I could submit at least one piece of data so that I could maintain current payment levels in 2019 for my nursing home billings.  For the first year of MACRA, the bar is quite low.  

My personal assistant convinced me to send in a whole 3 months of data.

Just in case, you never know.

I got a letter today from the EMR company.  Apparently my data was good.  Great even.  I am going to get a 4% bonus above the baseline for 2019.  This is more than I expected.  I was just hoping not to be cut.  

It's irony, isn't it?  When I was working hard to meet the governments needs, I was barely getting by.  

Now I have decided to give them the middle finger.

And I'm getting a 4% bonus.