Monday, October 18, 2021

Exceeding Expectations?


One of the skills I am trying to develop as a relatively new attending physician is setting expectations and following up on them, whether it's the timely completion of notes or that I am almost always available whenever the team needs me. In residency I developed a 2-page document setting out a variety of such expectations that I share at the beginning of a rotation and that I periodically update. It includes a section entitled "Finer Points":

1. Identify yourself on the phone with your name and team every time you make or answer a call.

2. Use generic names for drugs.

3. Consider whether you actually need full daily labs on every patient: what are you looking for? Do you really need a differential? If labs are not drawn overnight, can you get them in the morning?

4. Remember you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

5. Always name the Outside Hospital (OSH).

6. Work together. Our common enemies are time, disease, and red tape, not patients, consultants, nurses, or families.

7. Strive not to be just a good clinician; strive to be a good, just clinician.

8. Wash your hands, especially before you eat.

9. You will make mistakes this month. I will make mistakes. Other practitioners will too. Patient safety should be priority #1. Education should be priority #2. Assigning blame doesn’t make the list.

10. Teach someone something new every day.


I was surprised but pleased to see that one of the medical students had cut out number 7 (now number 9 in the revised version), and taped it to the monitor of the computer he used in the workroom. It reads, "You will make mistakes this month. I will make mistakes. Other practitioners will too. Patient safety should be priority #1. Education should be priority #2. Assigning blame doesn’t make the list."

I would like to help create what the hospital wonks call "a culture of safety," or an environment in which trainees care less about their grade than about patient well being. One in which everyone feels comfortable acknowledging when they don't know something, or after they did something wrong. Fear or litigation is probably less important than fear of looking or sounding "dumb" in front of friends, colleagues, superiors, and inferiors.

This is one reason I insist that they "name the OSH," which to me has a derogatory feel. When a patient is transferred to us, it is easy to assume that the doctors at the other institution couldn't take care of them because of a knowledge deficit, as if better doctors work at large centers and lesser ones work at satellite locations. However, I think that (largely unspoken) assumption seriously underestimates our colleagues who could have many reasons for working not-here, and not-smart-enough probably doesn't make the list. It is equally if not more likely that they have correctly identified that the patient needs something they cannot provide. There should be no shame in recognizing one's own limitations. Not to mention that it shows the patients you respect _them_ if you refer to their local hospital by name. AND good history taking it is necessary for whomever cares for the patient after the packet of papers that came with them on transfer disappears into the black hole of the workroom. If the night team tells the day team to "follow up on blood cultures at OSH" but hasn't named the hospital...how exactly are they supposed to accomplish that task?

Finally, in its most recent iteration I included this bon mot: "Strive not to be just a good clinician; strive to be a good, just clinician." I wanted some way to indicate that I am trying to practice with anti-racist principles; but also that I care about sexism, ableism, ageism, anti-immigrant bias, and good stewardship of healthcare resources. Maybe I'll cut that one out and tape it to the monitor on MY desk as an expectation for which to strive.

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Lost & Found, hospital edition

While helping the residents over the weekend, I went looking for a stapler in the cupboard in the work room. I found...

An empty Pirouline container...filled with plastic-wrapped plastic utensils.

A much-coveted bottle of Hemoccult developer for rectal exams.


An empty Tupperware container and a partially full steel water bottle.


A box of masala chai tea.

An empty plastic Easter egg.


A pair of panty hose, worn and discarded.

I also found batteries, old patient papers, and a variety of medical equipment for practice.

I did not find a stapler.

Monday, September 27, 2021

TSPGH: New around town

While walking to the co-op grocery store down the street and around the corner, I noticed that the faded pink fiberglass triceratops with a dollar in its back like a piggy bank standing in front of the school had been repainted! (There's an old picture of it at the end of this intern-year blooper reel.)


Education is big in this town, and thanks to the Carnegie Museum of Natural History, dinosaurs are SO Pittsburgh.

For other That's So Pittsburgh moments, check out this Frick pic from the summer and a really neat find at the Pittsburgh International Airport!

Sunday, August 15, 2021

What I Accomplished This Summer

Exhibit A: New recipes

Tonight's dinner consisted of warm blueberry soup--a new Swedish delicacy I recently discovered--served with sour cream and crushed walnuts. AND honey-roasted carrots with feta cheese and thyme, which the first time I did in the oven but this time I prepared on the stovetop, which is much cooler for summer. I don't know if Dear Husband noticed carrots, to be honest, since feta is his favorite. The soup had delightful warmth about it, so I can see why they often prepare it during the winter with blueberries saved in the freezer; and even though it was lightly sweetened with maple syrup, it was no dessert-y.

Those were more successful than the white-sauce vegetable lasagna I tried to recreate from residency, when it was my favorite meal on the Internal Medicine side (back before they had to switch to cold lunches to save money). Unfortunately, while it looks like the real thing, it was pretty bland. If I make it again, I will have to punch up the spice level. As it was, we resorted to nuking the leftovers and flavoring them with red hot pepper flakes or sage and marjoram.

Exhibit B: Cross-stitch and embroidery

Whereas in COVID Spring #1 I took up Settlers of Catan online, in COVID Spring #2 I decided I wanted something to do with my hands while sitting through endless Zoom meetings and a history of medicine conference, so I searched Etsy for cross-stitch kits with three goals in mind. The first goal was to make a pair of "Wash your hands" canvases to donate to a student group at the medical school to auction off for the local free clinic next year. With the extra canvas and floss I have, DH thinks I should make a matching set: "Wash your hands" and "You filthy animals."*

The second goal was to take on an ambitious cross-stich/embroidery hybrid of a golden bee as a housewarming gift for a friend who keeps bees. I had the fun of putting it together on two successive family vacations. Below you can see us at Lake Anna one quiet afternoon with it one-third done.


Then I had a #caturday with Rosamunda while at home.


I actually completed the final version at the housewarming party, since our dish was ready to take out of the oven before I had quite finished the honeycomb pattern in the background. J.H. plans to frame it for her wall of "bee art."



The third goal will be to purchase some anatomical patterns (a heart, a kidney, etc.) to cross-stitch with the next batch.

*In case you are neither a child of the 1990s nor a fan of the epidemiology series This Podcast Will Kill You, it's a joke based on the fake "classic" gangster film in Home Alone.

Saturday, August 7, 2021

Sweet-16 Anniversary

Dear Husband and I celebrated our sixteenth wedding anniversary while at Lake Anna.

Traditional gift: wax (i.e. candles)

Modern gift: silver hollowware (i.e. an ewer, serving bowl, etc.)

We went with neither. Instead we had angel food cake with fresh strawberries and the BEST fresh whipped cream. It was heavenly!

Pic is from the local Caribbean-themed dive bar/family restaurant where we took over the outdoor patio to eat fish tacos, jerk chicken, shrimp and crab legs with margaritas all around, except I had a whiskey drink that tasted like a watermelon Jolly Rancher.

Here we are on cake-night:





Heavenly, I tell you!

Friday, August 6, 2021

No so fast



One day I looked for a non-alcohol-related local attraction and found the Sargeant Museum of Louisa County History. As well traveled as grandmother is, she had already been here! So the rest of us left her to do a jigsaw puzzle.


Although I had called ahead the day before to make sure the museum would be open, it was closed when we arrived! After briefly exploring the grounds, we found a nearby park for a short walk. Even though we had gotten lost once, by the time we got back--they were still closed.

Old, nearly all-wooden rails.


Old house that, I think, doubled as a pharmacy. There was also a one-room schoolhouse. Unfortunately, the supplementary buildings are not opened except on special occasions. Behind it you can see part of a teaching herb garden.


Despite ringing the ancient mechanical doorbell, there was no sign of life until we had decided to leave and gotten back into our cars to head home for lunch. Then the docent came out and explained they had just finished recording something and would we please like to come in after all.


There was a surprisingly large amount of content, with particular emphases on transportation and education, after the expected rooms dedicated to the original Native inhabitants and to the Revolutionary and Civil Wars.

I could not read everything until the group decided it was time to head back and feed grandmother lunch.

Next: Here come the bride and groom...

Thursday, August 5, 2021

Here, fishie fishie fishie

Dear Husband captured this shot of us "steaming away" on our rented pontoon boat toward the open waters of Lake Anna.


A chilly morning gave way to a warm afternoon.

In addition to boating, there was fishing, including fishing from the boat, of course.

My mother is a champ-een fisherwoman.

Also the youngest one among us, who had never fished before in her life,

seemed to have the charmed ability to merely drop a hook in the water and pull up a fish!

Alas, I don't seem to have any photos of her catches.


Just look at the size of that catfish hooked off the friendly neighbor's dock.

This was a better day for a picnic under the trees at the water's edge and for fishing off the pier than for swimming, which is what we had originally planned.


::fish noises::