Category Archives: rural medicine
Roar
R for roar and rant and rats in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge
We have to buy new computers for the clinic because of ICD10. ICD-10 is the list of diagnosis codes. The list will increase from 17,000 diagnosis codes to codes to 42,000 and is a major pain in the butt. All new, all different, so hypertension is no longer 401.1. My five year old computers “work” but don’t have enough memory for the Amazing Charts Electronic Medical Record update. I need to go ahead and buy new computers because medicare is supposed to be accepting the new codes now (in theory. I haven’t checked if our local medicare provider Noridian really is accepting them.) I need to practice with the stupid new codes until they go full on live in October.
Will this make medicine more precise and give us better data? Well, no. From what I have seen, providers really care about patients and do not care about strings of numbers and letters attached to the diagnosis. At Madigan Army Hospital, the faculty said that they didn’t care about the codes and were not teaching them to the residents. However, medical policy gets based in part on the coding and insurance companies refuse to pay tons of bills because they are “coded wrong”. I think we will lose even more of the solo providers and small medical practice and medicine in the United States will be even more controlled by big corporations. Why do you care? (That is, if you are from the US. If you are from a civilized country you are laughing at us.) Well, for example. In 2012 I was in my local hospital emergency room. I am a physician who worked for our local hospital district from 2000-2009. The emergency room doctor did a CT scan of my neck. I thought, this is the wrong test, he should be doing a lateral neck film, but hey, I was septic. Maybe I was confused. He put in his notes that he’d ordered a lateral neck film and the CT scan was an error.
They charged me and the insurance company anyhow. I went through my records and wrote to them this year. They paid me back the 900.00$. They say it’s “too late” to pay back the insurance company. If I can figure out which stupid insurance company I had in 2012, I will notify them to bill the hospital.
So read every single note in the clinic and the emergency room if you are a patient in the United States. And ask for the itemized bill. And complain to the patient advocate. Just check out how much they charge for the stupid little socks they “give” you. Fight back.
I wish I lived in a country with civilized healthcare not corporate healthcare.
The medicare website has a countdown clock to the initiation of ICD 10. The main advice to doctors is to have “3-6 months” of overhead money stashed, since they expect it to be a mess and we won’t get paid for 3-6 months. Right. Do the work anyhow and cross your fingers and pray. It’s a bit of a challenge for me, since I was out sick for 10 months. Used up that 3-6 month reserve.
Bet half or more of the doctors/hospitals/clinics in the country have to buy new computers. Watch your bill climb…..
A UK writer asks about ICD-10 international. No, that’s not what the stupid US is going to use. ICD-10 international has 14,000 codes that can be stretched to 17,000. No, we are going to use our own stupider version of ICD-10 with 42,000 codes so that more insurance companies can refuse to pay for more visits. Meanwhile, ICD-11i will be released in 2017.
The stupid US has multiple electronic medical records that don’t talk to each other, so yes, I can sort of code with my computer electronic medical record except I have to look things up in the paper coding book, like “bruise”, aka contusion, and any stupid “cut”, aka laceration, because the search sucks. I was trying to find prehypertension the other day. The electronic medical record lists it as “elevated blood pressure without diagnosis of hypertension”. Great. I have a coding book in each exam room. By October, I will have a massive pile of coding books in each exam room.
The photo is my father and my wonderful office manager, at the clinic opening party in 2010. My father died in early June 2013. The clinic is due for our five year anniversary…..

Quimper
Q is for Quimper in the Blogging from A to Z Challange.
I live on the Quimper Peninsula in Jefferson County, Washington, USA. The Quimper Peninsula is a small peninsula jutting up from the northeastern corner of the Olympic Peninsula. So, a peninsula attached to a bigger peninsula.
We are surrounded by water. When I first moved here I was confused. I am from the east coast of the US. So, the ocean was to the east. Here on the west coast it is west: except that where I live, the Salish Sea is north and east and south. The Quimper Peninsula runs southwest to northeast and ends at a lighthouse. I can stand on the beach at the lighthouse and look over the Salish Sea and see mountains. It took me a while to get oriented, because I can see the Olympic Mountains looking over the water or the Cascades: Mount Baker, Glacier, Tahoma.
The Quimper Peninsula is named after Manuel Quimper, a Peruvian born Spanish explorer and cartographer. He contributed to the charting of the Strait of Juan de Fuca in the late 1700s. Until I wrote this post, I had not read about him.
Our thin rural phone book for Port Townsend and Port Ludlow lists five Quimper named businesses:
The Quimper Inn, a bed and breakfast. Our town had a boom in the 1860s-1880s and the architecture is still here. There are wonderful old houses and downtown.
Quimper Mercantile, a community started and owned store.
Quimper Sound, a quite fabulous local music store, albums and CDs.
Quimper Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, a church.
And lastly: Quimper Family Medicine, my family practice clinic!

Open
O for open: open water and open heart, for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.
I kept thinking O for ocean, but the photos that I want to use are not of the ocean but of a lake. My daughter and I were there in 2012. She was a synchronized swimmer for seven years and then joined swim team in eighth grade. We went to the lake and she practiced distance swimming. She is used to a 1950s 20 yard pool. She started at the lake by swimming to a little island we call Kidnap Island. I canoed while she swam, and my cousin’s daughter came along on the first trip. They left the lake soon after that. My daughter swam farther and farther every day, with me in a canoe to ensure that no power boat would run her over.
We were on our way to the parking lot one day, when a power boat slowed. “Long way out, aren’t you? All alone?” said one of the men. I was in a small one person canoe that only weighs 18 pounds and is really tippy. I wouldn’t take it out in any sort of nasty weather.
“No, I am with my daughter.” I pointed to the water.
“She’s swimming? Where did you start?” he said.
I pointed back to our cabin. Far enough that he couldn’t see it.
“Really? She swam that far?” He and his friend watched my daughter power along.
“Yes. Swim team.”
“Is she swimming to the parking lot?” The cars were still really distant.
“Yes and probably back, too.”
“Wow. I thought it was a long way for a canoe!” They drove on, shaking their heads.
Open water and open heart. It takes practice to swim that far. I swim about two days a week, about a mile in the pool. My daughter shakes her head: the swim team swims three to five miles at each practice, and she swims six days a week in the season. She considers me a wuss. I consider her a calorie burning machine.
It takes practice to keep an open heart. That is what I need in my rural family medicine clinic. An open heart allows space and expansion and time for people to open up. To say things that are bothering them or frightening them or grieving them. I am back at work now for two weeks, but by the end of the day yesterday, I was tired, tired, tired, as if I had swum across that lake. I need to rest sometimes…..

Not quite acculturated
N for Not quite, in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.
Not quite acculturated
And she was unsympathetic
That doctor
That immigrant doctor
I heard she told a patient
“You’re too fat.”
This was whispered
In accents of pleased shocked horror
She came to dinner
That unsympathetic doctor
Southeast asian
Told a little of her story
To my wide eyed children
When she was 10
They were boat people
Escapees
Refugees
Pirates caught them
Real pirates
“They weren’t so bad,” she said
“We were about to die from lack
of food and water.
Though we heard other stories
that were very bad.”
My daughter could imagine the boat.
She moved to my lap.
The pirates were too real.
Perhaps plenty is not always taken
for granted
And sympathy is a matter of degree.
previously published on everything2.com

Move
M is for Move in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge
Move
Blessings on you
Take care of my heart
I know I’ve left it with someone kind
You don’t have to do anything with it
No giri
No obligation
You can set it anywhere
In a corner where it gets dusty
And covered with sawdust
Under the couch
In the woods
The kids can play catch with it
I don’t care
I am armored up
I am ready
I am ready to move
In the direction that I have chosen
Stand aside, please
I don’t want anyone to be hurt
Power up, armour, sheilds
I pick my sword back up
Obeisance to the Beloved
I move
Just, Justice, Juxtaposition
J in the Blogging from A to Z.
Just, Justice, Juxtaposition
It is funny
R says that I should not
associate with J
leave the wrong
impression
everyone watches
judges in a small town
I am committed
to J
J wants more
pushes
I can’t tell
if J thinks
I’m joking
or just
is pushing me
past my limits
I don’t know
but it is funny
because J and R
are alike
passionate
idealistic
madmen
ethical
committed
R does money
J does improv
yet alike
and R is the joker
and J is the taskmaster
and everyone
is not
what they seem
and my reputation
is shards
anyhow
in the surf
my X
told all
that I wasn’t
putting out
before
we were X
one
in the surf
was my office manager’s
daughter
and my office manager
asked me
next day
couldn’t
I control
the X
I laughed
someday
I want to bring
J to R
or
R to J
and watch
them
circle
like cats
antipathy
or recognize
the heart
that stands open
which is why
I love them both

previously published on everything2.com
Glad heart
For the Ronovan writes weekly haiku: prompt words are ill and rest
Ill will makes heart sick.
After ill, rest must be still.
Well and glad heart fills.
The photo is from 2009, from the National Junior Synchronized Swimming Championship…
Little Blue Pill
Little blue pill
Little blue pill
Help me help me
I’m over the hill
Don’t wanna have sex
Nope nope nope
Little blue pill
Gives my husband hope
Can’t make a pill
Til we define the disease
Doctors would you
Hurry up please
Little blue pill
Little blue pill
Help me help me
I’m over the hill
Thought them hormones
Would make me hot
Doc was right
They did not
Hot flashes make me
Sweat and moan
No help from that
Testosterone
Little blue pill
Little blue pill
Help me help me
I’m over the hill
Doctor this
Is really no joke
My husband says
He’ll slit his throat
Can’t make a pill
Til we define a disease
They’re trying hard
Those drug companies
I think we’ll know
If they define a disease
Drug companies will plaster it
On tv
Doctor I found
Just the thing
A brand new stimulating
Clitoral ring
Don’t wanna have sex
Nope nope nope
Little blue pill
Gives my husband hope
previously published on everything2.com
the mushroom is from the olympic peninsula. we didn’t know what it was and did not eat it.
Foul sweets
This is for the Ronovan writes weekly haiku prompt. The words are foul and sweet. I am at a medical conference where we are really delving into diet and how the high sugar/ high corn syrup and high carbohydrate typical american diet increases our risk of inflammation. Eat more vegetables! And here is the poem….
Foul sweets, treats greet us
Meet us, daily folly. We
growl at sweets, eat meat.
The picture is a mushroom growing out of a tree on the Olympic Peninsula.






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