nightmare

Browsing the news this AM I ran across this story about Justina Pelletier, a girl with a “medical mystery” being taken into state custody by Boston Children’s Hospital and forced on to a locked psych unit rather than given the medical attention she was referred for.  As someone with a complex medical history and more than one “controversial” diagnosis, I am shaken.

The themes are so familiar to me:  how providers handle disagreements over “controversial” diagnoses; the chicken and the egg etiological conundrum posed by the apparent stress and emotional strain that is seen in people (and families of people) with these physical symptoms – i.e. “is the emotion causing the physical symptoms or the physical symptoms causing the emotion?”; the dehumanizing effects of encounters with medical professionals who seem to operate with a personal deficiency of empathy and/or who have no professional training or model for how to muster and apply it in a medical conflict scenario.

Despite having some appreciation for how the medical staff might have come to wonder if their patient had been “over treated” and mis- or over- diagnosed, could not help but think that they moved from suspicion to conclusion with what in medical timelines is lightning speed.  Need to see a specialist because your systemic symptoms might be caused by a form of cancer or a rare autoimmune disease?  That’ll be 6 months.  Need to invalidate a patient’s symptoms and void another doctor’s diagnosis because it doesn’t fit what you know?  Takes days at most.  What facilitates that transition, and in fact I think what engenders it in the form of feeding negative judgement, is the bad blood that arises when there is a clash between the way that medicine is taught and the way that complex medical ailments work.  It is taught as a science, and in our western tradition this means adherence to the tenets of simple linear cause and effect models only, an emphasis on what can be boiled down into a textbook, a system-wide lack of admission of the limits of knowledge, and a deeply held and unexamined belief that all medical encounters must be dichotomously defined as active agent provider and passive object patient.  When aspects of real world practice shake those tenets,  all hell breaks loose.  It is a nightmare.

Excerpted from “A medical collision with a child in the middle:  Justina has a metabolic disease. Or does she? Her parents and Children’s Hospital deadlocked, she was placed in state custody.” By Neil Swidey and Patricia Wen, Globe Staff, December 15, 2013

….These cases are rare, but not as rare as one might think. In just the last 18 months, Children’s — which given its reputation attracts many of the toughest cases from across the Northeast — has been involved in at least five cases where a disputed medical diagnosis led to parents either losing custody or being threatened with that extreme measure. Similar custody fights have occurred on occasion at other pediatric hospitals around the country.

It happens often enough that the pediatrician who until recently ran the child protection teams at both Children’s and Massachusetts General Hospital said she and others in her field have a name for this aggressive legal-medical maneuver. They call it a “parent-ectomy.”

Typically in these cases, the child had been diagnosed elsewhere with one of several relatively new disorders that are complex, poorly understood, and controversial.

The child’s medical record usually contained references to the parents being highly stressed and difficult to handle. And when the parents in most of these cases rejected the suggestion by doctors that the child’s problems were more psychiatric than physical, that sparked the medical team’s concern, paving the way for the call to the state child-protection agency.

Read the full story, part one of two.

And here’s the irony.  As a child, I was seen at hospitals and even by providers mentioned in this article for GI complaints and fainting.  As a child, I was living in a very abusive home.  Did the hospital staff or my doctor pick up on any of that at all?  Nope.  I was told by my GI doctor to “try to reduce stress” in my life…as a child.  At no point did DCF/DSS get a call to look into whether the stress in my life was perhaps due to something very wrong and very out of my control.  Apparently, since my mother didn’t push the doctors too hard to come up with a unifying diagnosis for my problems or pester them when their treatments failed to control my symptoms, she didn’t trigger any alarm bells.  To me, this is the perfect accompanying piece of evidence that what can trigger conclusions of child endangerment/abuse is not genuine, informed concern as much as a desire to punish pushy people who disagree with doctors.

hangry?

Holy crap, it was just a matter of time before pop culture came up with a word that describes so much of my existence.  I spent years with undiagnosed blood sugar problems.  Years that postponed my ability to drive, a real crimp in the lifestyle of a late teen.  Years that made me think that my glucose mediated emotionality was just something I had to work on in psychotherapy, emotional regulation really goes right out the window when your blood sugar is plumeting, but who knew?  Not me!  I had hints.  I worked as a unit secretary while a starving (literally) college student.  One night, the nurses, sick of my shitty mood, said “Have you had ANYTHING to eat today?” and when I grumpily conceded  that my work schedule resulted in my missing the two weekend meals my crappy meal plan offered, they practically held me down and did a finger stick.  A $20 was pressed into my hand and a nurse walked me to the cafeteria to get food.  “No, not that.  Get this.  You need sugar” she said, swapping my diet soda for a sugary one.  Another “hint” came later, when I was married to the ER resident.  I came home from grocery shopping in a wretched mood.  I was actually slurring my words too, as I muttered expletives at my husband, the groceries, the cabinets, and the refrigerator.  “When was the last time you ate?” my ex asked me.  I don’t recall my exact words but my reaction went something like “YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO INVALIDATE MY TOTALLY VALID ANGER!  YOU MEN ALWAYS TRY TO MAKE WOMEN THINK THAT THEIR EMOTIONS ARE BIOLOGICALLY MEDIATED!  F*$K YOU BOB!”  Bob, to his credit, calmly mixed me a juice with a spoonful of sugar.  “Drink this.  If you’re still pissed off, we can fight then.”  Ah, the chagrin of realizing he was right.

And then the diabetic.  My grad school boyfriend who was a type 1 diabetic and who played games with his blood sugar and insulin like a gambling addict at the races.  Dietary restrictions be damned, he had a glucose infusion set and a blood sugar meter.  We checked my sugar a few times when I was being shitty, and what do you know?  Low.  60s and 50s and one horrible night, so low he wouldn’t tell me, just force fed me candy while I re-enacted scenes from the Exorcist.

So here it is, the pop culture reference I’ve been waiting all my life for.  Enjoy!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/11/12/hangry-hungry-angry-people_n_4256545.html?utm_hp_ref=mostpopular

Dr. Dumbass

Oh, someone wins for clueless doctor in the news.  This one may top my top ten.
Mid-South Doctor Gives “Ghetto Booty” Diagnosis
From WERG, Channel 3 Memphis
Posted on: 4:04 pm, July 12, 2013, by Candace McCowan, updated on: 06:49pm, July 13, 2013

A Mid-South woman has filed a complaint with the Tennessee Department of Health after she said the doctor she went to see for back pain gave her an insulting diagnosis.

“He said ‘I know what the problem is. It’s ghetto booty,’” said 55-year-old Terry Ragland about what she was told by Dr. Timothy Sweo in April.

…. “I think I blacked out after he said ghetto booty. I think my mind was just stuck on the phrase because I couldn’t believe he said that,” said Ragland.

The doctor’s response to the complaint: “I was trying to take a technical conversation regarding your lower back and make it less technical.” and “I think I do understand why her feelings were hurt but I don’t understand what’s offensive about it,” said Sweo.

The patient’s response to the doctor:

“It says to me that he doubts what type of intellect I have, how intelligent I am to be able to understand what he conveys to me in a medical term,” said Ragland.

As Dr. Evil would say, 

standing by

I wrote a little while ago about being involved in a medical emergency at work (the link to that post is here).  I wondered what to call this social phenomenon of people assuming someone else will act and so failing to do what is needed, what is practically and morally required.  Turns out there is a term of it, the bystander effect.  And it’s in the news today, in a medical context.  A news story has been picked up, based on a New England Journal of Medicine article, about doctors at Yale-New Haven Hospital failing to treat an acutely ill patient who, no surprise, got sicker.   Too many doctors, specifically too many specialist groups, and no one coordinating the care.  No one making the calls.  No one designated, and therefore no one taking on, the role of pulling it all together and actually taking care of the patient.  Oh they ran tests, and apparently each team spent quite a bit of time talking about the patient.  But, according to the news story, no one took the needed steps to treat the man.  What I found particularly interesting was this part:  “Our inability to easily name his disease process quickly created ambiguity about ‘ownership’ of the patient,’‘ the authors said.

Let that sink in for a moment.  To me, this article could have been titled “why patients should care about having a diagnosis” or “what’s in a name?

I am going to ask hubby to get me access to the NEJM article and then I am going to make copies of it for the doctors I see who complain about patients who want a name for an illness.

Two great points in one article.  Let’s hope the medical community takes notice.

 

Link to the original article in NEJM, you need a subscription to access it.

Rx or Dx shopping?

Sitting here having my Sunday AM coffee (yes, and cigarette) perusing what the internet has to offer me today.

    • Facebook friends mostly asleep still, or at church, or out enjoying the few hours of sun that peeked through this morning after the blanket of fog lifted.
    • No new rentals in the local papers and Craig’s list is the usual wasteland of ads poached by questionable realtors competing to place tenants in overpriced apartments which justify their ungodly expense by offering “luxuries” like community activities, rec rooms, weight rooms, and massive (utility sucking) windows despite having shitty construction, poor management, and paper-thin walls.
    •  News stories.

There’s one on a national prescription database to help curb prescription drug abuse that catches my eye. It’s in my local paper, which is a bit too local for me to post a direct link to, but it’s a “big” story so it can be found repeated in any number of other online sources.

Forbes:  Fighting prescription drug abuse with a national online database, where ER physician Robert Glatter writes “It would be quite valuable for a physician to have knowledge of previous visits to clinics and hospitals as well as prescriptions that a patient may have received in a real-time fashion–not only as a safety-net, but also as a way to deter the ever growing problem of prescription drug abuse by “doctor shopping”.”

The Boston Globe: Bill would require screening on prescription pain relievers, “Implementation of the bill is expected to cost between $2 million and $4 million, mostly related to the expansion of the database. But lawmakers emphasized yesterday that the practice of doctor shopping and hospitalizations from overdoses carry costs as well.”

Ok, so here’s the thing.  I know that there are people out there who love the pills.  I don’t personally know any one, or know that I know anyone, with this affliction.  But I realize that my own direct experiences do not inform the entirety of the picture.  However, my own experiences are valid and are shared by others, and the rhetoric of these reports makes me nervous that people like me – non-drug seekers who end up “doctor shopping” because we have something that no one can or will diagnose and who, along the way, may accumulate some scripts for the more commonly abused drugs – are going to find the legitimacy of our experience completely trashed by casting us as people who are looking for something illicit and/or inappropriate.  Again.

I believe I’ve said it elsewhere on this blog, but let me say it again here for the sake of anyone who drops in to this blog by virtue of this one post.  I am not a fan of the narcotics.  I’m not a fan of the pills, in fact.  In the order of medical intervention, they are right up there just under invasive procedures for things I’d like to avoid.  Narcotics in particular seem to seriously screw my body up.  I spend most of my days fighting fatigue, hypotension and all the physical symptoms that it brings, nausea, bowel problems – adding narcotics into the mix is a recipe for complications that may be minor for some, if the goal is to pursue a high over all else.  They are not minor for me, someone whose goal is to feel BETTER or at least avoid accumulating a set of sensations and bodily phenomena which combine to make my life an impossible, dysfucntional hell.

Black and white picture of shelves of pills in glass bottles. Attribution: Candy Pills: At a Tiburon candy store. Snapped on: April 13, 2005.  Hasselblad 500C/M, Planar 80 C T* ISO125, Ilford FP4+ film, developed with TMax 6 minutes @ 21°C.

* …and one pill makes you small…

But I end up doctor shopping.  And because whatever is going on with me is difficult to diagnose, or because I sometimes see doctors who don’t have the time to deal with a complex patient, I end up with scripts – some of them for narcotics.  Most of them, I don’t fill.  Last Fall, when my primary care’s office sent me running to the ER from chest pain, I got a script for something…Vicodin maybe?  I didn’t fill it.  My criteria for taking extra-strength pain medication is unbearable, horrible pain that is at 7 or above on my own personal version of the pain scale (which, btw, is skewed high I think – a history of endometriosis, migraines, and bowel spasms can do that to a person).  However, my criteria for seeking medical attention has a lower threshold.  If it is interfering with my daily, necessary activities (washing, eating, dressing, voiding, working) and it lasts more than a few days, I will call the doctor.  What I’m seeking in this case is not drugs, or not only drugs, and certainly not just drugs to mask the symptoms without an explanation of what caused them and how to avoid that in the future.

What I’m seeking primarily or exclusively is ruling out something immediately bad (e.g., pulmonary embolism) and an understanding of how to feel better in the future.  What I tend to get is ruling out something that will kill me on the spot (usually) and an offer for meds – pain meds, antiseizure meds, appetite stimulant meds, psych meds, intestinal motility killing meds, antibiotic meds, anti-vertigo meds, anti-nausea meds, vasoactive meds, salt-retaining/volume expanding meds, PPI meds, histamine blocking meds.  If the thing that brought me into the doctor’s office, clinic, or ER continues after I am discharged without an explanation (and with meds that will only make my life shitty in other ways while reducing the initial symptom – e.g. narcotic pain meds), I am going to end up “presenting” elsewhere to try to get that last crucial bit…i.e. the answer about what the hell this is and a solution.  Not a pain pill, a solution.

So what bugs the bejeesus out of me is that I and people like me will end up looking like the pain med seeking “doctor shoppers” because the doctors we see  don’t have the tools or the skills to more effectively treat us.  yeah, I said it.  That sounds blamey, it shouldn’t.  I fully believe my body is a confounding bastard, so I don’t blame the doctors entirely for having a hard time.  I also believe that my contextualizing of my symptoms can effectively minimize to people who aren’t me and don’t understand the context; that my doctors are not incentivized or are actively punished for including research and THINKING time as part of their diagnostic process.  But I do run into doctors who are too arrogant, too biased, or possibly too stupid to do anything more than run one (possibly inappropriate, or inappropriately done) test then push you out the door – perhaps with a script, perhaps for pain meds, stuffed into  your hands and vague if any instruction about follow up or follow through on what brought you to them in the first place.

You put that all together and you are going to end up with people who are doctor shopping because they are symptomatic.  They may get pain meds, they may take pain meds, but they are not looking for pain meds.  They are looking for answers  and I worry that a one size fits all use of this database is going to put another attitudinal obstacle in our paths – we’re busy navigating the hurdles of being labeled as a socially inappropriate attention seeker only to be thrown into the pit of criminally inappropriate drug seeker.  And that troubles me.

* Photo © 2006-2007 Dennis Mojadocreative commons license