Since it is Friday, I usually try to write about something reflective or inspiring. Cheery. Positive. Heart-healthy even.
-Something that makes me forget that I had to sign (now) 5 times to do a five minute procedure.
–Or that an insurance company doctor doesn’t understand why I need to do a CT scan after an AF ablation. And he’s really the one in charge.
-Or that we can’t see as many patients because of the documentation required to prove that we aren’t frauds, and that we are providing ‘quality’ care. [Note to young doctors: Do not ever think how many more you could help if not for the clicks, and papers, and people required to register a patient. (Negative thoughts are bad for the arteries.)]
-Something that reminds me why it’s such a great honor to care for people with a skill that took so long to acquire–and requires constant attending to, to stay good at.
Yes. Eek out a few words that remind me of the good stuff. Like this afternoon’s pass through the doctor’s lounge–as if on cue before sitting at the computer.
In discussing a doctor that was ranting around a unit, (it’s a small hospital) a colleague was saying to another:
“He was mad.”
“About all the bad stuff that happens to doctors…He kept chanting this:
…Where will be in 5 years if all this keeps up.”
My goofball answer:
(Voiced): “I am hoping to be in the EP lab fixing a heart rhythm problem, or in the office at a white board explaining treatment options. In other words, taking care of people.”
(Thought): “And I am pretty sure my wife will be graciously and skillfully caring for the suffering and the dying.
Is it too cheery to keep seeing the positives through the fog of regulation?