This morning my work was remote
Still, I wore my white coat
So many did sneeze
On account of the trees
The cedar pollen’s like smoke.
Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Siux 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. After 3 Community Health years, I took temporary gigs in Iowa, Pennsylvania, Nebraska, Canada, and Alaska. Since the pandemic, I did telemedicine, staffed a COVID-19 clinic in southeast Iowa, worked at the Veterans Administration in South Dakota, held a part-time position close to home, worked 10 weeks in western Pennsylvania, and had a 5-month assignment in Northern Iowa. I’m doing telemedicine at home again.
I descend the basement stairs before full day and open the shades on the window. I take a couple of minutes to restart my work computer, pass the two-stage security sign on, check internet speed, microphone and camera.
Then I look out my window, before the day starts and take my first sip of coffee from a cup brought home from an adventure.
Having a window at work ranks not only as a status symbol but as a quality of life measure. I can’t think of another medical niche that would let a doc gaze onto the outside world while attending patients.
Pennsylvania. Alaska. Pennsylvania. Texas
Male. Female. Male. Male.
First 5 calls all between age 27 and 63.
Bipolar. Tobacco. Alcohol. Cough. Toothache. Bipolar. Rash. Cough. Real sinusitis.
Referral to psychiatry. Motivational interview for smoking. Tales of drama and irony amplified by hereditary behaviors. Acupressure. A problem that needs more care than I can give remotely.
I take a 5-minute break to catch up with the documentation.
Iowa. Texas. Iowa. Alaska.
Two pediatric patients, two adults in their 30s.
Cough. Cough. There is no better cough suppressant than honey, and I talk about beekeepers , their large social networks, real honey and the adulterated product sold in stores.
A patient who says their pharmacist knows me and a chance to show off great pronunciation of a polite word in a language I don’t speak.
Texas.
The mountain cedars of Texas have started to explosively release their pollen. If you live with those trees for more than 8 years you will be allergic to them. Fluticasone nasal spray (generic for Flonase). Zyrtec. Neti pot.
Pennsylvania.
Try gravity drainage for your sinuses. If it works, do it as often as you need, if it doesn’t work the first time, the second time has a 10% chance of working.
Texas. Texas.
Sinusitis and tobacco.
I stretch my legs and throw a handful of peanuts-in-the-shell onto the back patio picnic table. My coffee has cooled to perfect temperature and it warms and nourishes me.
Unlike most doctors, I didn’t start drinking coffee till after I’d turned 70 and the pandemic was in full swing. The coffee cup of the 21st century holds the equivalent of 3 20th century cups.
A chance to use my Spanish and hope I don’t embarrass the Hispanic by speaking the language better.
A 5-minute break to watch the squirrels with the peanuts. They’ll be back several times later in the day.
Iowa. Texas.
Pregnancy complicating medical decision making, opting for the lowest-impact treatment.
Drama and irony, discovered because I keep my mouth shut and listen, revealing key elements of the patient’s illness.
Tobacco and alcohol. Alcohol. Alcohol and marijuana. Marijuana with no tobacco or alcohol. Three patients in a row with no intoxicants.
STI. Medication refill.
Calls from school, calls from trucks, 3 calls from minivans, 2 calls from home.
An audio only call. Strangely, almost all these are for burning with urination.
Calls from public places.
Pink eye. Respiratory. Chest pain: go to ER RIGHT NOW.
My stomach growls.
I linger with the last patient, and tell a joke in Spanish.
I change back into my t-shirt and come up the stairs for lunch. I have the rest of the day ahead of me.