If your marriage is headed for court
Consider some online support
I’ve got the cred
What it does to your head
If your mom is the borderline sort
The laughter came in a burst
Just because on April First
Name profusion
Brought patient confusion
When first and last were reversed.
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 further travel and adventures in temporary positions in Iowa, Pennsylvania, Nebraska, Canada, and Alaska. 2019 included hospitalist work in my home town and rural medicine in northern British Columbia. I did 10 months of telemedicine in my basement, followed by 5 months staffing a COVID-19 clinic in southeast Iowa. Since autumn, I’ve relaxed, exercised, done some telemedicine, and worked on administrative stuff for the next adventures. A week in Pittsburgh, 8 continuous call days, almost a day at home. We went to San Francisco for a funeral. I am working as a contractor for 1 of 10 South Dakota Veterans Administration clinics. Any opinions expressed are mine; any resemblance to VA opinion or policy is coincidental.
The VA identifies vets by the first letter of the last name and the last 4 digits of the Social Security number. Put those two parameters in the dialogue box and you get a series: last name followed by a comma followed by no space and a first name. If too many people have the same last 4 with the first letter of the last name, we turn to the date of birth.
But consider the problem of people who have names that can be interchanged first for last. For an example, I’ll use Steven Gordon (not the veteran in question but who agreed to let me use his name) who could be Gordon Steven or Stephen Gorden or Gordon Stevens or any one of 18 possibilities.
I got an electronic message to call a vet back: a letter and 4 digits. The computer replied that the vet had died in 2005, and was I sure I wanted to open the chart?
Sure I did not, I laughed. After all, my last full day coincided with April Fools. The staff laughed with me nonetheless, assuring me that they had not misled me on purpose. It took 3 more tries to get the right chart.
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At the end of the clinic day, I talked with a young man for his first VA visit.
He came from a branch of the service noted not noted for chastity, sobriety, or seeking counseling.
He failed all stereotypes.
I listened.
“I hate you. Don’t leave me,” sums up borderline personality disorder. Their marriages tend to chaos, the central core bond tends towards violence, drama, blame, and arrest of emotional development.
I know. I grew up in such a home. My upbringing brought me strengths and weaknesses.
The patient (who gave permission to write more than I have) did as well.
He wanted a mental health consultation. I agreed. I told him that if I were a real counselor I would let him talk till he came to the insights I gave him. But he had the last 1-hour slot on my last day. And I’m not a real counselor.
I also told him to find an online support group for sons of borderline mothers. I’m sure they’re out there.