Conserving energy

I was out of clinic for two years and then very part time for a year and now not quite full time as a temp. I bargained to not quite be full time.

The electronic medical record is having a consequence, along with the pressure to see more people faster. The primary care doctors, at least the younger ones, do not seem to call their peer specialists any more. (Family Medicine is a specialty, just as Internal Medicine and Obstetrics/Gynecology are.) I called a gastroenterologist and left a message last week about a difficult and complex patient. The patient had cried three times during our visit. The gastroenterologist was very pleased I had called, was helpful, agreed with my plan of using the side effects of an antidepressant to try to help our patient, and thanked me three times for calling her. Wow. I am used to calling because during my first decade in Washington State, our rural hospital had Family Practice, General Surgery, a Urologist, Orthopedics and a Neurologist. For anything else, we called. I knew specialists on the phone for a one hundred mile radius and some knew me well enough that they’d say a cheery hi.

Now communication is by electronic medical record and email on the medical record and by (HORRORS) TEXT. Ugh. I think that there is quite a lot of handing the patient off by referring them to the Rheumatologist or Cardiologist or whatever, but the local Rheumatologist is booked out until February for new patients. That leaves the patient in a sort of despair if we don’t keep checking in on the problem. If I am worried, I call the Rheumatologist and say, “What can I do now?” I’ve had two people dropping into kidney failure and both times a call to the Nephrologist was very very helpful. I ordered the next tests that they wanted and got things rolling. One patient just got the renal ultrasound about three months after it was ordered. Sigh.

I have one patient who is booked in February for a specialist. I called that specialist too, they did not want any further tests. I told the patient, “You aren’t that sick so you won’t be seen for a while. It isn’t first come first serve: it is sickest first. We all have to save room for the emergencies and sometimes those are overwhelming.” The specialist agreed and the patient is fine with that and I think pleased to know that we do not think she’s that sick. She feels better. If things get worse, she is to come see me and might get moved up. Neither I nor the specialist think that will happen.

Is this conservation of energy, to communicate by email and text? I don’t think so. I think sometimes a phone call is much more helpful, because the other physician knows exactly what I am worrying about and they can tell me their thoughts swiftly. Sometimes they want me to start or change a medicine. Things can get lost in the overwhelming piles of data and the emails and labs and xrays and specialist notes all flowing in.

My Uncle Jim (known as AHU for Ancient Honorable Uncle Jim) used to sing part of this:

Yeah, that’s just how I call my fellow specialists.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: conservation. Don’t cats win at conservation of energy?

Happy no

Name, noun, nut, gnome, know, no…

I have a nutty streak, a silly streak and love silly things. It helps me to balance clinic. Sometimes things are hard there, I hope to be able to do something for many people that I see. Half my patients are over 65, one is now 100, and no one lives forever even if I recommend the right things and they live a medically perfect life. I am always mourning for someone.

So my nutty streak comes out with listing words for the letter N and adding gnome and know. Are they N words or not? I think they are.

And my happy thing today is the word NO. How, you say, can NO be a happy thing?

This weekend I wanted to do too much. I wanted to attend a retreat about change that went from 9:30 to 3:00 but I also was already tired. It would be with a  group of people that I don’t know well, so my introvert side would be on guard. My son was coming into town and I needed to make choices and save energy and say no to myself. I went to the retreat, but only for two hours. I wanted to stay longer but did not. And that protected my energy for the next day and this busy week.

Do you argue with yourself and want to do too much or something your shouldn’t or spend too long on something that you didn’t plan to? Look, I thought this would be a very short post to catch up….

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There were three great blue herons on the beach the other night, and then an eagle in the surf. The herons were fishing but also watching the nearby eagle, the people on the beach, loose dogs going by, and each other. Their feathers were windblown and they made me think of teens at a dance, looking at each other with interest, but pretending they were more interested in fishing.

Happy Blogging from A to Z!