What I Wish For Us

What a privilege to do what I do. Every day I get to meet new people, learn new things, apply my own well-developed knowledge and expertise in fun and interesting new ways. My skills are continually sharpened by each novel interaction, and both confidence and humility are strengthened as well.

Before each full day physical, I ask patients about their highest goals for the day. Their answers can usually be paraphrased thusly:

“I’m looking for a comprehensive assessment of my current state of health, including risks. Let’s identify where habits are healthy, so I can protect/strengthen them. Then discover areas of vulnerability and potential improvement, and co-create a relevant, actionable plan to optimize patterns in the five reciprocal domains of health (Sleep, Exercise, Nutrition, Stress management, and Relationships).”

People get excited (maybe that’s too strong–intrigued, perhaps) to understand the complex interrelationships among patterns and fluctuations within and between the domains, both conscious and unconscious, including extrinsic/environmental/circumstancial factors and their insidious influences. They often start the encounter focused on the biometrics: cholesterol, body fat, etc. And if I do my job well, they leave also attending to the salient behaviors and all of their adjuvant drivers. My reward is when someone leaves the day feeling they were seen and known as a whole person, in their current context. Even better if I can also help them see and know themselves this way more easily.

I recently read Kate Murphy’s You’re Not Listening, which helps me do my job that much better. I was gratified to see that I was familiar and facile with many of the concepts and skills she discusses in the book. It’s not just about making eye contact, repeating people’s words back to them, and voicing sounds that may indicate listening, like ‘uh-huh,’, ‘right.’ It’s about being truly present, listening as a way of being before doing, putting aside our own prejudices, assumptions, judgments, and expectations as much as possible, attuning to the person in front of us–true listening is a practice in deep presence. Easier said than done! And always worth the effort for deeper connection. This connection makes the medical encounter a profound win-win.

Don’t all people deserve this kind of physician-patient relationship? Isn’t the primary care doctor’s job to inform, educate, explore, and conference with people, to help them enact their own health intentions ever more easily and confidently? As your doctor, I wish to help you recruit all the support you need for healthy decision making, to moderate overt and heavy effort–make the healthy path the path of least resistance. It takes a village! Humanities researchers have known for generations now that our behaviors and decisions are heavily dependent on our circumstances, environmental cues, and real time mental state (the more fatigued and stressed [and who is not severely fatigued and stressed right now??], the exponentially harder it is to resist the most immediately gratifying, comforting, and self-soothing behaviors). So it all just makes me wonder, at times with severe agitation: Why do we, as a society, make it so hard for us all to live healthily? Why do we make healthy food, childcare, and mental healthcare so inaccessible and expensive? Why do we make people work 3/5 of their waking hours at jobs that confine them to chairs and screens? Why do we shame and punish people for taking time for medical appointments and care? Why do we blame individuals, telling them both explicitly and implicitly how they are not aware enough, not doing enough, not good enough, when everybody is just doing their best in chaotic, inefficient, and inhumane systems of everything? ACK.

My corporate executive patient population is microscopic compared to the general population, and privileged to the extreme. Current state in American healthcare means that only the uber wealthy, highest status workers can access the care that I so luxuriously provide. I say every day how I have the sweetest gig in all of primary care. I understand and appreciate this deeply, and wonder honestly about its sustainability.

I wish for my patients to leave every annual physical feeling empowered to exercise your agency where the energy will be most efficient and effective, so that by one year from now you can come back and report how much healthier you feel, and why, owning your own actions and appreciating the help you got along the way. And if you’re not feeling healthier, we can talk it through, trouble shoot, and make a new plan. To this end, we doctors need the time, space, and resources to really know you, our patients, to understand the barriers to and facilitators of your best health habits and how it all intersects and evolves over time. Time is really the key here–there is no substitute for the time it takes to be fully present and to listen to the stories–to hear what is said and not said, attune to the subtle nonverbal cues, process it all and consider the best next open, honest, loving question. And then to hold temporal and personal space for thoughtful engagement. How and what we clinicians ask, and the energy we bring to each query, influence deeply (if not straight up determine) the answers we get, and thus the accuracy of our understanding, and the effectiveness and impact of our whole plan of care. Maybe I understood this early on, and that’s why I used to run 45 minutes late in a regular primary care clinic.

So how can we rebalance? As medical knowledge expands exponentially in volume and complexity, and our systems widen and dehumanize the distance between patients and their doctors (even more than when I wrote my ‘About’ page on this blog 8 years ago), how can we restore the close, personal, and healing energetic exhcange between us all?

I have no answers! Alas, our deeply broken and counterproductive healthcare system may be the quintessential complex-adaptive challenge. It requires leaders who can hold tension without anxiety, paradox and polarity without animosity, and patience and courage for experimental, iterative change.

Meanwhile, we workers and consumers of the system must find ways to connect and hold ourselves up, to get through the morass together. What I wish is that we all give ourselves and one another, including the folks who ‘run’ our broken systems, a little grace. I truly believe we are all doing our best. AND we can do better. Maybe it starts by simply listening a little better.

Rally

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NaBloPoMo 2018:  What I’m Learning

In my first practice it was common for whole families to be my patients.  Grandparents, parents, children, grandchildren, cousins, and other webbed relations.  My fondest memories of those years revolve around witnessing the love, tension, and ultimate cohesion of these complex units of humanity.

One day Grandma came for a routine follow up visit.  We reviewed her blood pressure, glucose, and cholesterol numbers.  She wanted to lose some weight.  Everything was stable, but something seemed off.  I could not put my finger on it, and when I asked if everything was okay she said yes.  This scenario repeated maybe once or twice more over some months, and slowly we agreed she was depressed, though I’m not sure if I ever used that word.  There was no trigger, no event.  She had not had a history of depression.  She was just down, she did not know why, and she could not make it go away.

Grandma came from a culture and a generation that did not feel comfortable doing talk therapy.  She was also reticent to take prescription anti-depressants, even if they might help her feel better.  But she was happy to see me more regularly, just so I could keep track of her medical problems and make sure she was okay.  We reviewed the same list each time: fatigue, low mood, anhedonia.  No suicidality, biometrics stable.

Sometimes I would also see Son, Daughter-in-law, or Granddaughter.  I would ask them how Grandma was doing.  They never used the word ‘depressed,’ but they described how she was ‘kind of down,’ ‘sad,’ ‘going through a hard time.’  And then they would tell me what they were doing about it.  Someone would always be at Grandma’s house, keeping her company.  Sister would invite her out to lunch.  Granddaughter would take her out shopping.  Everybody attended to her just a little more, rallying around her, and nobody ever talked about why.

Grandma herself rallied, and her depression lifted over time.  In Chinese the expression for this is equivalent to having ‘walked out’ of it, like depression is a long tunnel in the mountain.  What a privilege to bear witness to this phenomenon—the family saw Grandma walking in a dark place, and they moved in a little closer, each with their own candle, lamp, or torch.  They helped light her way, and they all walked out with her together.

I had a shit day today, mostly of my own making.  Cramming in too many things, all scheduled too close together, trying to do too much, falling down on multiple levels, and adversely affecting multiple people around me.  I almost bailed on a chance to be with an amazing group of people tonight, out of exhaustion and self-loathing.  But these were my friends and I had not seen many of them in several months.  I felt quite listless at the beginning of dinner, not unlike I imagine Grandma felt.  But as I communed with my tribe, reconnected, and met a new friend, I started to feel better.  The yummy duck helped, too.  They could intuit a shadow on me.  And with gentleness and respect for boundaries, my friends rallied around me.  It was not pity or sympathy.  It was genuine empathy and wishes for my well-being.  So I rallied, too.

Things feel overwhelming more often now than before.  The anger, bickering, blaming, and self-righteousness I see, hear, and feel all around (and within) me really gets under my skin—ha, literally, I guess.  I know this will never be a permanent state; I will feel better tomorrow.  It’s also an interesting opportunity to observe how I’m walking the self-care talk—including the self-compassion part.  Fascinating.

Well friends, that’s what’s on my mind tonight.  My patients save me by teaching me.

I’m going to bed.  So I can rally some more tomorrow, and maybe help someone else do the same.

Relationship Revolution

 

“In my lifetime I want to see the culture of medicine driven more by relationship than by revenue.”

–me

 

Nice to be back, friends!

This post is a bit different from my usual format and style.  It’s maybe more raw and blunt.

Please bear with me and keep an open mind?

I know posting this may be risky.  It started out as just jotting down ideas for a longer, more detailed future post.  I had to get the ideas and thoughts out so I could focus on work.  And then the ‘jotting’ somehow evolved into what I imagine a poetry slam might look like.  So I decided to post as is.

My long term objective is to stimulate generous thought and respectful discussion between patients and physicians.  I wish to prod us out of our default complaint modes and reorient all of us to the idea that we are all on the same team, but our connections are under siege by outside forces.  The system harms and oppresses us, physicians and patients, the end users, and the ones with the real power.  Together, we are the sleeping (sedated?) giant that must rise up and reclaim the system for ourselves.  This post is an attempt to spark the flame that draws us together, by pointing directly to the spikes that drive us apart.

Disclaimer: What follows is my own expression and does not represent or reflect the opinion or position of any colleague, institution, or professional society with whom I associate or to which I belong.

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I hear my colleagues say: Get rid of the patient portal!

It’s too much!

Limiting characters does not work, they just send multiple messages

Charging for messages just makes more work

“They abuse the system”

“We give an inch, they take a mile”

Keep them away!

Us vs. Them mentality.

Antithetical to mission of medicine: To meet patients where they need us, and help them.

WHY?

Because we are too busy.

DOING WHAT?

Every. F*ing. Thing.

Rx prior authorizations

Endless documentation, infinite clicks

Rx refills with no information on follow up or patient status

Filling slots to meet RVU goals

Prescribing more meds to meet “quality” goals

Keeping up with the latest evidence for every disease, test, treatment, guideline, diet fad

Rushing to the next patient so that the patient we’re with does not have time to even think of their questions, must less ask them

Patients walk away from visits with their true needs unmet.

So they use the resources available to them to ask for what they need.

And this ‘adds’ to our work

And we feel busier and more frustrated, exhausted, frayed, irritable

We feel Overwhelmed.

 

Patients also feel it

They feel unseen, unheard, dismissed, discarded

And they don’t understand or relate to where it comes from

They get angry

So they send more messages: to us, about us; criticizing us, lashing out

Making us feel bad about ourselves

Which manifests as defensiveness first, then even more frustration, exhaustion, irritability

But we don’t disengage.

We remember our calling.

We forge on in smoldering resentment, pride, bitterness, duty, guilt, shame, and occasional fulfillment

 

And then abstractions to reconcile the cognitive dissonance

 

Patients suck

All they do is take take take

They don’t understand that I’m Doing My Best to help them

Why don’t they appreciate me

They are so entitled these days

They want everything now now now

They think I’m at their beck and call

Like I’m not working every minute of every day

Like I don’t have a family and a life also

Like I live only to serve them

Patients are the enemy

Really?

 

Oh and it happens on both sides

 

Doctors suck

All they do is type away at that blasted computer

They don’t even look up, see me, or hear me

They don’t understand what I need

They just want to see more patients

Make more money

I’m just a number to them

A cog on a conveyor belt

They’re all in the pockets of Big Pharma and Insurance

They withhold the help I need

They hoard it

They don’t care about me

They Don’t Care About Patients

All they care about is making the next buck

Doctors are the enemy

Really?

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There is no substitute for the Time and Energy

Required to cultivate Healthy, mutually Respectful, mutually Fulfilling, mutually Beneficial relationships

It is always a two-way street

Our relationships kill us or save us.  Always.

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Doctors and patients must find ways to reconnect

Find one another through the thick morass

And Hold Tight

In Solidarity

Learn, Train and Practice Together

Our Communication, Empathy, Compassion, and Collaboration skills

Defend against the forces that drive us apart

Advocate for one another and for our Sacred Contract

So we may once again

Heal Through Connection