I drove a half-hour away
I had a great clinical day
Oh, what a tonic,
I ignored the electronic
And dictated what I had to say.
Synopsis: I’m a family practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. I danced back from the brink of burnout in 2010, and, honoring a one-year non-compete clause, went for adventures working in out-of-the-way locations. After jobs in Alaska, New Zealand, Iowa, and Nebraska, I returned home and took a part-time position with a Community Health Center. I did two short assignments in Petersburg, Alaska. On Sept 2, I turned in my 30 days’ notice.
On Monday this week I drove to Anthon, Iowa for a day of locum tenens work.
Over the weekend, in different social situations, two people approached me for medical advice, mostly having to do with medical care by other docs. For one I later wrote an email to the family, using physical examination buzzwords, expressing my concerns, and, hopefully, getting the patient into a neurologist in a timely fashion.
I made a phone call for the other patient, leaving a voice mail for their other doctor that I wasn’t officially on the case, I had observed certain things, and if the patient took Zoloft and Prozac, perhaps lorazepam could be discontinued?
Monday I left home early for Anthon, a quiet, prosperous but very small farm town. I’ll be working here from time to time for the next couple of months, in the complicated aftermath of a rural doctor’s personal tragedy.
The patient demographics stand in stark contrast to the Community Health Center. Most patients have insurance or jobs or are retired. No one has an accent. I did not see a single patient with major psychiatric illness all day.
Alcoholism, regretfully, stalks the clinical landscape as ruthlessly as everywhere. I applied my recently acquired Motivational Interviewing skills to the situation, and got at least a couple of people to think hard about their lifestyles. At one point, having gotten the initial three minutes of history, I asked very specific questions about the family history and got accused of being a psychic.
The ravages of past tobacco abuse permeated the day. I got the chance to interview one patient about experiences during World War II, and what it was like to grow up on a farm in the 20’s.
I said, as I have said before, “Weight loss in 21st century Iowa is NOT NORMAL and whatever else is wrong with you we have to investigate,”
I prescribed trazodone for depression, chronic pain, insomnia, and appetite loss, noting that the young doctor knows 20 drugs that will treat a disease but the old doctor knows one drug that will treat 20 diseases.
For the second time since I left the Community Health Center, the possibility of Parkinson’s came up.
I ate a leisurely lunch with the staff in the clinic’s tiny lunch room. We finished at 3:15, and I drove back to Sioux City.
I passed the whole day without getting behind in my documentation. The management spared me the learning curve of an apparently very bad Electronic Medical Record system, and I got to dictate my notes. Like in the old days when we had paper charts.