Sports physicals and good horses


Out here they have nothing to hide

They think it’s important to ride

The unified force

Comes down to a horse

They’re cowboys and cowgirls, bona fide.

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, travelled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. After three years working with a Community Health Center, I went back to adventures in temporary positions until they have an Electronic Medical Record (EMR) system I can get along with. A winter in Nome, Alaska, assignments in rural Iowa, a summer with a bike tour in Michigan, and Urgent Care in suburban Pennsylvania stretched into the fall. Last winter I worked western Nebraska and coastal Alaska.  After the birth of our first grandchild, I returned to Nebraska. My wife’s brain tumor put all other plans on hold.  Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission. 

Thursday the construction noise had become intolerable. I put on my shooting muffs, and stepped out the side door.  The worker operated an electric jackhammer, not a drill, detaching a concrete lip from the foundation.  I waited till he had hacked off a chunk, stopped his machine, and repositioned.

“Excuse me,” I said, “Um, any idea how much longer you’re going to be?”

“Almost done, probably by lunch,” he said.

“Do you have hearing protection?”

“Yeah, “he said, “In the truck.”

“Take it from me,” I said, “If you want to be able to hear the voice of your grandchildren, protect your ears.”

I had a productive day, between outpatient and inpatient I attended 14 people.

Sports physicals, required by school districts, don’t save lives and don’t prevent injuries. On average, less than once every two years I detect a problem during a pre-participation exam that I can do something about.  Still, the visit goes quickly, and I get to educate the kids.  As the athlete sits on the exam table I ask what sports.

Here in western Nebraska a lot of the students start their list with rodeo. Ranching and wheat dominate the agricultural sector.  People rely on horses for work and for play.  Ranch work goes much easier with a good horse and good roping skills.  People favor quarter horses for their intelligence and speed.  So when the kid says rodeo, I ask, “Do you have a good horse?”

Sometimes the face lights up and the grin follows, and I infer, that, indeed the horse is a quality animal. And sometimes the answer comes back, “Pretty good.”

Patient flow slowed to a negligible trickle on Friday; I attended three times more people in the hospital than in the clinic, where I only saw one.

I greatly enjoyed that patient, who gave me permission to write that I diagnosed piriformis syndrome (see my post from 2010), one of my favorite problems because I can fix it before the person leaves.

The insurance credentialing process has cleared me for 4 insurances but not for the majority. I do not understand why, because I had full credentials when I worked here in January.

So I had a slow week, and I would have preferred more patients. All in all, I saw entirely too much drama and irony in for form of patients paying the ultimate piper for their dance with tobacco.

 

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