My blog represents my personal experiences and perspectives. This includes many anecdotes from my medical practice. I have been scrupulous to anonymize these anecdotes and to avoid ever belittling or making fun of patients. (I often make fun of and criticize myself, my colleagues, and the institutions where I have worked.)

When protocols harm patients

She called in tears. Beyond tears, actually. She was so upset that it was impossible to get a coherent history and the triage nurse was only able to ascertain that her psychiatrist was no longer willing to prescribe her long-term clonazepam, she couldn’t function, and that she couldn’t afford the urine drug test. She insisted she wasn’t suicidal and didn’t need to go to the ED Crisis Unit, but begged me to prescribe the clonazepam that her psychiatrist had discontinued. With considerable misgivings, I found a way to see her for an extended appointment later that week.

 

Togetherness

Alone we go faster, but together we go further. Alone things are simpler, but together things are better. Alone we control the process and perhaps the product, but it is together that we learn and grow. 

Let’s work together.

 


 

The life of a PCP: pet peeves department

The primary care providers (PCPs) I work with all love what we do. Partnering with patients to improve their lives is challenging but rewarding work, and I almost never hear regrets about going into primary care. But we do complain. And one of the things we like to complain about is that we often feel abused by our better paid limited-specialty colleagues. It doesn’t happen often, but when it happens, the bad feelings may linger for a long time.