The First week back in Canada

December 10, 2017

Oh, the joys of that 12th vitamin B

A low makes me dance round in glee

For without scalpel or knife

I can save someone’s life

And the med costs a very small fee.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. A month in the Arctic followed a month in Iowa followed 3 months in British Columbia, to which we have returned. Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

Though scheduled for orientation on Friday, I remembered a good deal of the electronic medical record (EMR), and started in with walk-in patients at 10:00AM. By the end of the day, I’d attended 11 people, as good as my best 8 hour clinic day during my most recent month in Alaska.  Patient flow goes very well here, documentation comes easily.

I carry the title locum tenens, which means that I’m a substitute or a temp, and only the night before did my name fall onto the schedule. Yet I knew 4 of the patients I took care of.

Monday started a very good week. I enjoy patient care, but I know that seeing too many patients in too short a time brings too much stress.  I saw a decent number of patients, rarely ran more than 10 minutes late, got lunch every day, and finished my documentation before 5:30 PM.

Filling in for two docs, at one point I had more than a thousand lab results to sign off.

An unusual percentage of the alcoholics I saw recognized the problem, and an unusual number of smokers had already decided to quit. Although, in fairness, an almost identical number of smokers had no interest in stopping.

I took call on Thursday to Friday morning. I slept poorly as much from the emergency at 3:00AM as from zigzagging time zones.

Friday more than half my patients represented repeat business. The clerical staff informed me that when people learned of my impending return, they waited to schedule with me.

Three of those patients had vitamin B12 deficiency. One of them gave me permission to write about the thrill I get from running the right test at the right time and finding that diagnosis.  I don’t often get to save a patient’s life, and, with B12 deficiency, I get to do it for pennies a day.

B12 deficiency most commonly presents as fatigue. In the past I started the investigation on the basis of depression, anemia, numbness, gait disturbance, erectile dysfunction, ADHD, and dementia.

In other clinics, management has discouraged me from ordering B12 assays in the Emergency Room or Urgent Care contexts. Yet, finding a result in my lab queue with that critical L beside the number brings me disproportionate joy and gives me a goofy grin for the rest of the day.

Which is why I prefer positions where vitamin B12 measurements are appropriate.

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December 7, 2017

We had a short, boring flight

In Prince George we stayed over night

Though the sky turned quite black

It’s good to be back

The laughter and warmth bring delight.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. A month in the Arctic followed a month in Iowa followed 3 months in British Columbia, to which we have returned. Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

We waited in the boarding lounge in Vancouver for our next flight north, and fell to talking with fellow passengers. One has retired, and I asked what he does in his spare time.

His wife has volunteered at the hospital for 50 years, he said, and he visits her on the days she does. He also farms, raising hay in the summer. As I have farm land, and have worked with farmers, I very much wanted to know how many cuttings of hay he gets in a year.

“One,” he said. And in the exceptional year when he tries to get two, the next year’s yield suffers.

He also told me about his medical problems. While the rules of confidentiality don’t apply to airport conversations, I don’t like to write about anyone without permission.

The sun set while we chatted, and we boarded in the long twilight.

The flight was short and boring, the best kind.

We stayed over night and the next day hit the mall.  In general we don’t like shopping between Thanksgiving and Christmas because of insane crowds and impossible parking. Without a checked bag, though, we lacked critical items. I hoped to make up for my lack of a parka with a sweater, and we’ve found trekking poles almost as necessary as cleats when walking on ice.

And the grocery store in our target small town couldn’t hope to match the price or selection of Costco.

We got a great clearance price on a cooler.

Then we drove north on roads clear in the sun and snow packed in the shade, always alert for black ice and moose.

We got our old hotel room back. We unpacked and lunched at the Chinese restaurant, then I strolled to the clinic just before closing.

The laughter, warmth, and high physician morale enveloped me when I walked in. I grinned for a lot of reasons: small town friendly, Canadian polite, great nurses and support staff, and the special magic of this particular group.

 

Holiday rush

December 5, 2017

Home from the Arctic we set

At the Omaha airport we met

But, Oh! What a drag!

We can’t check a bag!

And we went to Vancouver by jet.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. A month in the Arctic followed a month in Iowa followed 3 months in British Columbia.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

I finished work 15 hours before our flight’s scheduled departure. We acquired little during our stay, but the task of packing took all of Bethany’s considerable skills.  We cobbled together a supper of edible odds-and-ends.  We played one more Scrabble game but couldn’t fall asleep till 5 hours before we needed to get the taxi to the airport.

The airlines advise 2 hours for security and check in, but here we couldn’t check baggage more than an hour ahead. We slipped our ice cleats into the checked suitcase, gate checked our 2 roller boards, and fell asleep before the plane took off.

We spent the long layover with Les, a friend of 35 years and Anchorage resident for 30. Without the wind we’d faced for the last month, the Anchorage temps while a few degrees colder seemed positively friendly.

Contrast, as always, the essence of meaning, the big-city realities of Anchorage jarred our senses. We faced traffic, stop lights, food prices that don’t take the breath away, and stores the size of hospitals, and did our best not to stop and gape.

We helped move a boat and shop, then after dark found ourselves in an airport decorated with full body mounts of moose, musk ox, polar bear, brown bear, and halibut. We landed in the rain in Seattle.

Because of the very long times and distances involved, the vast majority of Alaska traffic overnights in Seattle and Anchorage, thus the large number of hotels close by.   Less than 18 hours after checking in, we landed in Omaha.

Less than 48 hours of mail, laundry, and friends later, back in the Omaha airport for Thanksgiving travel, Bethany headed to Virginia, and I to upstate New York.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time with two brothers, three sisters, a brother-in-law, two nieces, two nephews, a daughter, and a son-in-law. I had to slide my internal clock back across 5 time zones, adjust to outdoor temps above freezing, and accommodate to twice the daylight hours.  I find sleeping in generally difficult but, due to a body clock both shaken and stirred, managed to sleep past 9:00AM.  Coffee in the morning, contrary to usual habit, helped.

Just like that Bethany and I met in the Omaha airport and headed back to Sioux City with 3 days to get ready for the next month in Canada.

The night before departure, Bethany looked carefully at the itinerary and announced we only had an hour layover in Chicago, where we changed airlines. We would not be able to check a bag.

Then followed a furious baggage editing. While we spent thirteen weeks in New Zealand with one roller board and one back pack each, we didn’t have to deal with serious cold.

We decided we could get trekking poles and sweaters in Prince George if needed.

In Vancouver, when asked the purpose of my trip, I replied, “Business.  Would you like to see my work permit?”  The young BC Immigrations man did, and asked me what sort of business I do.  “I’m a doctor,” I said.  “I’ll be working up north for a month.  And, boy, do I like your system.”

He looked up.  “Well thanks for coming! We’ve a shortage of doctors.”

Summation of a month in the Arctic

December 3, 2017

The alk phos kept coming up high

And the local docs can’t tell me why

And the TSH low?

It’s just part of the show

Like the constantly cloudy sky.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. A month in the Arctic followed a month in Iowa followed 3 months in British Columbia.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

I finished in Arctic Alaska the Friday before Thanksgiving. I found the pace  leisurely, sometimes to the point of frustration.  I enjoyed my most productive days, 14 in 12 ER hours and 11 in 8 clinic hours, but the day 5 patients spread over 8 hours I filled the empty minutes with Continuing Medical Education (CME), email, Wikipedia, and naps.

I found 6 mildly low TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone) assays out of 9 that I ordered. Out of the 12 alkaline phosphatase (an enzyme found in liver and blood) tests I requisitioned, 10 came up mildly high. When asked, the clinical director confirmed that, yes, those two tests came back abnormal more often than not, but had no good explanation.

I covered the twelve-hour ER shift four times, coming into contact with 2 patients with dislocated fingers. I got to follow, from afar, the progress of the sickest patient I saw, sent out on a plane to a surgeon and hospitalized for the better part of two weeks.

I never worked more than 44 hours in a week.

I bought Rosetta Stone Inupiaq, the language of the Inuit, only to find it wouldn’t work on a computer using any software newer than Windows XP.

The major plus of the assignment: great leadership. The major minus: the housing (supposedly built from recycled cargo containers) which promoted isolation.

The rainy weather that greeted us promptly froze 4 days after our arrival, when the snow started. Cloudy skies prevented a good view of the Aurora Borealis, and the wind might have shifted direction a few times but never went under 20 mph.

During the month, a baby seal strayed through a breathing hole in the ice and appeared at the foot of an apartment house stairs. A week later, a caribou showed up at the hotel, looking lost.  Three days after we left, I got a video of a herd of caribou running on the sea ice outside the same hotel.

Inspired by the high cost of food, both Bethany and I lost weight.

I bought a hat made of beaver fur and a letter opener of mastodon ivory.

We never quite made it to the gym but we took lots of walks in the cold and the wind.

Bethany substitute taught Special Education, and found herself paid a good deal more than she’d expected.

Would we return? Absolutely!  But we would have to ask, When?

 

 

At the end of another Arctic assignment

November 27, 2017

After the lessons not learned

And the good advice has been spurned

Sometimes slow, rarely quick,

People get sick,

I do my best though the bridges are burned.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. After 3 months in northern British Columbia, and a month of occasional shifts in northwest Iowa, I just finished a month in the Arctic.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

Aside from well child checks, perfect people do not come to see me. Most of my patients have made a lot of decisions they regret, and, whether they realize it or not, when the consequences add up they get ill.

In my years in Community Health I learned that schizophrenia, bipolar (formerly called manic-depression), and substance abuse overlap so much as to be indistinguishable.

Sometimes patients are difficult to talk to. Schizophrenia, for example, can rob the face of expression and make speech slow and monotonous; Parkinson’s disease can do the same thing.

Alcoholics, marijuana abusers, smokers, meth heads, and narcotics addicts get sick more often and more severely than those who lead orderly, substance-free lives. Leaving the start line with mental illness that hampers learning from experience gets compounded with substances that do the same thing.

I do my best to focus on my job: fixing what can be fixed and preventing what can be prevented. Bringing up a person’s past mistakes brings nothing good to a medical visit.

Every day I attend patients in desperate circumstances. I do my best to listen to what they say, and what they don’t say.

When I start to fall into the trap of judging people who have come to the inevitable consequences of reality avoidance, I remember the many mentally ill I’ve cared for who tried so hard to stop the voices in the heads. Because it’s easier not to judge if the person has a diagnosis.

I sit and talk to someone who has burned a lot of bridges, brain cells, and assets using recreational chemicals, and I do my best to tease out the story from a wandering narrative. I nod and look into the face of devastated youth and beauty.  I listen to speech patterns that some find annoying, and when the patient finishes talking I ask the right questions.

I do my best to get them to the correct medicine. Often the patient requests drugs that will make their problems worse, not better, and I explain the rationale for avoiding them.  Mostly they follow the logic, sometimes they don’t.

A lot of the people here have asked me if I’m staying. I don’t plan to, but I’d like to come back.

Inevitably, I don’t get along with some people.

But then, perfect people don’t come to see me.

 

 

Winter Alaska Life: really cold and dark

November 12, 2017

Consider the price of the meat

What you get at the store can’t be beat

But up here, to be blunt,

The price of the hunt

Makes the comparison sweet

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. After 3 months in northern British Columbia, and a month of occasional shifts in northwest Iowa, I have returned to the Arctic.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

In the northern hemisphere, the sun sets later daily from June 21 till December 21, the Winter Solstice. At points on the Arctic Circle, the sun doesn’t rise at all that day.  The winter I worked Utkiagvik (then called Barrow) I arrived a week before dawn; if I had come early enough, I would have experienced night from November till January.  Here we have about 72 hours when the sun doesn’t show itself, and that won’t happen till after we leave.

When the sun sets, it will set in the south, not the west.

I find myself now so far west that I can watch the sunrise at lunch.

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For the most part ER mornings run slow, with late afternoon surges. I hit the cafeteria early, before noon and at 430PM.  Not only the aging eat so early; I did so in residency when I worked ERs in Wyoming.

I cover ER not out of passion for the genre but out of obligation as a team player. Still, the set up here has brought me no more than 9 patients per clinic day, and the ER has brought me no fewer than 10.  Thus ER here has brought me more professional satisfaction.

I would prefer shifts shorter than 12 hours.

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I love languages. The North Alaska Native Association (NANA) partnered with Rosetta Stone and in 2007 brought out two versions of Inupiaq, Coastal and Interior.  On previous Alaska trips I tried but failed to get the product.  This time, though, the local NANA office had the item for sale, and on a rare day off I tramped through a light snow and bought it.

But I couldn’t get the software to install. Yesterday, in another rare day off, I called RosettaStone.  It took 90 minutes to find out that the program can’t be used with my current software (Windows 7 Professional).  The phone rep cheerfully told me that I could add another language, and which language did I want to buy?  After 3 tries he still didn’t understand that, working with Inuit I wanted to speak their language.  He just thought I wanted to add to my inventory.

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The price of hunted meat, including license, travel, fuel, and ammunition, makes the end product unjustifiable from an economic perspective. Here, however, where food either comes by airplane or comes into the area of its own accord, pursuit of game animals and fish brings in the cheapest calories.  “Stew” in the lower 48 means the meat flavors the vegetables.  Here, with potatoes running $3/pound, one flavors the meat with the vegetables.

The town has 3 grocery stores, all of them expensive. One sells reindeer meat.  On my day off I bought a couple of pounds at breath-taking prices, and cooked up a stew.  Delicious, but it really needed 4 hours of simmering rather than the 2 ½ hours I gave it.

 

 

 

When is influenza Work Comp?

November 7, 2017

A recurring problem, I fear,

Is the flu I get every year

Am I a jerk

To say I got it at work?

I don’t want to be a pain in the rear.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. After 3 months in northern British Columbia, and a month of occasional shifts in northwest Iowa, I have returned to the Arctic.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

Friday I worked but not very hard. I saw more people off the schedule than on due to the number of no shows.  I attended as many people with respiratory problems as with bone-and-joint problems.  As the day wore on I felt, more and more, the aching from yesterday’s 3-hour walk on the ice-covered road leading out of town.  I resolved walk more.

After work Bethany met me in the hospital cafeteria for the weekly prime rib dinner. As Iowa beef snobs we rarely leave home to eat it.  We made an exception; it turned out to be very good, and my piece of meat came large enough to overwhelm.

But my cough, gradually improving over the last 8 weeks, came back stronger than ever on the short walk back to our apartment, and I realized that my tundra-seeing expedition couldn’t account for the ache in my upper back.

I started to shiver, my nose started to run, and my cough worsened. At 9:00 PM I called the Veteran’s Administration for permission to go to the local ER.

I spent 40 of my prepaid phone’s 200 minutes on hold.

My fever and aching worsened, I took Tylenol, I broke into a sweat and I felt better. Which I told the nurse when she answered.

The nurse had no concept of Alaska’s vastness.   She asked if I could get to the VA facility in Palmer, Wasilla, or Anchorage; I told her that I was a good deal closer to the Russian border than  to any of those places.

She knew more nursing than geography.

Eventually she advised fluids, rest, and Tylenol.

Every year I get the flu shot; it’s about 50% effective at preventing flu but it’s 90% effective at preventing death from the flu. And every year, I get the flu.

I got sicker on Saturday evening and went to the ER. I anticipated and got a flu test.

During the wait for results my chills cycled with sweats twice. I took my first oseltamivir (Tamiflu) pill before I left the ER.

But as I had signed in, the slip of paper wanted to know if the problem were work-related.

So many times in the last year I asked sufferers who sought my advice if they wanted the problem put onto Work Comp (or, in Canada, onto the WCB, Workman’s Compensation Board). The vast majority refused; some feared being fired in reprisal, some didn’t want to hassle Human Resources, and some felt their regular insurance would take care of things.

I have almost no social interaction outside the hospital, and I deal with the infected on a daily basis. Until now, I understood the perspective of the self-employed: fear the Work Comp insurance rates will go up.  This time, though, I stood in the shoes of the employed.  And I understood the hesitance.

I didn’t check YES or NO. I wrote, Let’s talk.

A Halloween parade seen from the ER

November 1, 2017

The children went trick-or-treat

While Anchorage was shut down with sleet

Thus diverting the flight

With the time growing tight

But the end was alright, it was sweet.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. After 3 months in northern British Columbia, and a month of occasional shifts in northwest Iowa, I have returned to the Arctic.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

I like to be flexible in my assignments. While I prefer to concentrate on outpatient work, I enjoy the intensity of inpatient.  And I’ll cover ER to keep things running smoothly.  So for the last two days I’ve worked the Emergency Room.

Of the three morning patients, one turned out a good deal sicker than anyone could have foreseen.

The nursing staff prepped for Halloween, scrounging odd props for impromptu costumes. We found a red rubber half ball manufactured with a valley down the flat side so that the proper pinch would keep it on the face as a clown nose; with the addition of a hood used for positive pressure in the event of severe respiratory contagion, it made for a really creepy visual.

The kids started showing up at 3:30PM in costume. The hospital distributed large sacks of candy to each department, and three distributors took their places at the end of a corridor, just outside the ER door, giving out miniature candy bars.

Inside the Emergency Room, while the costumed kids paraded past, severe illness worsened in front of our eyes and we dealt with the rippling waves of back stories of drama, irony, and dysfunction. I danced back and forth with increasing urgency as the notorious Alaska weather complicated the patient transfer, past distraction and into improvisation.

By 5:00 PM, when I went into the corridor to snag a bite of junk food, I found the nurse jauntily giving out the treats by the handful.

“I thought we were supposed to give out candy one at a time,” I said.

“I’m tired of this,” he said sotto voce, “I want to go back to work.” And he kept greeting the kids in costumes with laughter.

Just after 6:00 PM I hot-footed down to the cafeteria; the kids had finished trick-or-treating but the Halloween decorations remained on the doors and bits of black and orange crepe paper littered the floor. I got the last 4 pieces of fish and returned to the ER.

Missing food, sleep and human affection leads to burnout. Large paychecks cannot make up for the inability to eat a relaxed meal.  Bolting bites of fried cod between talking to patients did not give me a break but it kept me from impatience.

During one of my status checks I found the patient double thumbing her phone’s keyboard. “Have you put everything up on Facebook yet?” I asked.

“Oh. Yeah,” came the off-handed reply.

I finished at 8:30 PM, full of adrenaline. When I got back to the apartment, Bethany told me that the three foxes which live beneath the school hadn’t been relocated yet, thus the children missed recess. “I know,” I told her.  But I couldn’t tell her why.

 

 

A procedure I couldn’t talk the patient out of

October 29, 2017

I looked down at the big toe

To see how the nail did grow

It sure wasn’t right

And it hurt day and night

So I fixed it, but not for the dough.

 

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. After 3 months in northern British Columbia, and a month of occasional shifts in northwest Iowa, I have returned to the Arctic.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

Medical school and residency merely start the process of lifelong learning required of my profession.

In residency, I saw one ingrown toenail removal before I did three under supervision. In the Indian Health Service, a podiatrist said, “This is the procedure that’s going to put your kids through college!” and gave me some tips on speed.  In the 90’s I did quite a few, but by the time the century turned, despite a large financial motivation to the contrary, I figured out how to get the patient taken care of without shedding blood.  A bit of cotton, an orange stick (a wood implement widely used to rearrange cuticles) and a bit of povidone dione (marketed most commonly as Betadine), with patience and about a week, can usually move the flesh away from the nail a millimeter a day.

Over the summer, researching the problem while in Canada, I came across the concept of a nail spreader, which can flatten out a curved nail over the course of several months.

But the patient yesterday (who gave permission to write more than I have) had already tried everything I had to offer, yet the problem persisted.  And I couldn’t talk  the patient out of the procedure.

Finding the right equipment takes up more than half the time of an office surgery when neither the physician nor the nurse knows where anything is.

I got trained to not only take out the nail plate, but scrape away germinal matrix (the tissue that makes the nail) down to the bone with an instrument called a curette, then apply a chemical, phenol, so destructive to human tissue that the nail would, hopefully, never grow back.

We had no curette, and no phenol, and I didn’t mind: less work for me and a good deal less blood loss.  At the end, I used a stick coated with silver nitrate to burn the heaped-up inflammatory tissue growing over the nail.

During the procedure we talked about high school sports (very important in small-town America) and music while outside, the gentle snow fell.

6 afternoon patients and an evening power failure.

October 22, 2017

With a light do you send out a scout

To see what the problem’s about?

For it gets pretty dark

And the prospects are stark

Up here when the power goes out.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. After 3 months in northern British Columbia, and a month of occasional shifts in northwest Iowa, I have returned to the Arctic.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

On my first Friday back in the Arctic, I got to talk with a Native about village life.  After getting through the medical agenda, I asked about fishing.

The village in question right now does it a lot.  And, with freeze up coming, the Natives are working the set nets.  Soon the caribou migration will start.

But the whaling grabbed my attention.  We talked about a village that brought in their entire quota of 10 bowheads last spring; in times past the villagers sometimes had to make do with as few as 4.  In the process, we talked about making the bombs necessary for the complicated harpoon that the Natives use.

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I had the thrill of making two people better before they left.  One I helped with massage and spinal manipulation, one with an exercise I saw on YouTube.  “YouTube?”  the patient exclaimed, “You mean I could be a doctor from YouTube?”

I said, “You want to learn to put in a chest tube or do a cricothyrotomy?  Go to YouTube.”  And, in fact, you can find instructions on almost any procedure.

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Still learning, or relearning, the Electronic Medical Record system here, I only had 6 patients scheduled for the day, 2 in the morning and 4 in the afternoon.  I’m just getting the hang of sending the prescription to the pharmacy before the patient leaves, and finishing the remaining documentation later.

The docs here meet with staffers for morning report, much like we did during my time in Barrow (now called Utqiavik).  Shortly before the meeting started, I realized I’d brought the wrong cell phone, the one with no local signal.  Yet, wonder of wonders, I had two bars of service and updated email.  I texted Bethany to not text me on either phone, attributing the miracle to sun spot activity.  She didn’t get the message; I have no idea if solar flares were responsible.

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We had settled in for the night when the power failed, and moonless Arctic nights have a deep, Stygian darkness.  We have had power failures everywhere we’ve gone, and for the most part we can laugh it off as part of the adventure.  But our all-electric housing has no alternative to combat the cold, and while I searched out flashlights and head lamps (a total of five) I started to worry about making it through the night.  While the hospital has emergency power and we have long underwear, here we lack the cold weather sleeping bags and tents residing comfortably in our basement in Iowa.

The words power outage take on new meaning in an unforgiving climate.