Sunday, July 3, 2016

Jeopardy.

my situation on June 23, 2016. Literally.

jeop·ard·y
ˈjepərdē/
noun
  1. danger of loss, harm, or failure.


Two weeks ago, I did something that I have never done in my entire medical career. Had I come close to it before? Yes. And is it something I probably should have done a few times in the past? Definitely.

So . . .  what was it that happened, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Um, yeah. . . I'll tell you even though, after twenty full years of not doing this, it's pretty hard to actually confess. I. . I. . .sigh. Okay. . .I. . .I . . . I .  . whew.

I. Called. In. Sick.

*squeezes eyes closed and turns head so you won't look at me*

Yup.

It was the week of our interns' orientation in the hospital. Those first few days had gone just fine and at the end of the hustle-bustle of a particularly crazy afternoon, I popped by a casual eatery to grab a late lunch. And that part was fine, too.

Yep.

It wasn't until about an hour and a half later that I began feeling this cramping sensation in my midsection. My tumbly became rumbly and before I knew it, I was in and out of the restroom doing what the Grady elders (and my daddy) refer to as "running off." Somehow I managed to get a long enough window to get over to get the kids from their camps but admit that I sprinted from my car to the front door.

Thank goodness I did.

And you know? The running off part I could mostly deal with. I mean, I was hydrating and such and told myself that if there wasn't anything in my gut, the "running off" would eventually "run out." But then came the nausea. And then came the vomiting.

Uggh.

And so. I pretty much spent the next several hours trying to decide which end of my body to aim at the commode. I tried all those home remedies like ginger ale and the non-home remedies, too, like antiemetics and antidiarrheals. But mostly, this was something that was just going to have to run it's course. Literally.

I didn't catch a wink of sleep until about 4:30 that next morning. My alarm went off at 6am and I just sort of stared at it for a few beats before silencing it. Finally, I sat up on the end of the bed and prepared to treat the day like any other Thursday. I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, pulled on some socks and shoes and prepared to walk Willow. And that was fine, too.

Well, I take that back. It actually would have been fine if I wasn't lightheaded from my certain dehydration and on the verge of vomiting the remains of the Canada Dry ginger ale and the electrolyte drink that I'd carefully sipped all night. After only two steps toward the door, I felt my belly churning again. But still, I grabbed the leash (and my tummy at the same time) and took Willow for what I am sure was the least gratifying dog walk ever.

You know? I didn't even think to wake Harry and ask him to take the dog out instead. Even though I knew he would have, I didn't. Then, when I came back inside, I stood staring at the medicine cabinet and trying to decide which concoction would allow me the best chance at not barfing all over a patient. Or passing out on them.

Yeah.

But somewhere in the middle of all of that, I spoke out loud even though no one but me was awake. "I  really, really feel like shit." Which, I am sure, is exactly what I said. Followed by a dry heave.

And right then and there, I had an ah hah moment. I recalled all of the times I've told countless residents that self care is essential. Even though, particularly when it has come to personal illness, I've never given my health priority over going to work.

Nope.

It dawned on me that if I were advising any of my students or residents, I would tell them to immediately contact a supervisor in order to afford that supervisor as much time as possible to cover the clinical duties. And then I'd tell them to drink, drink, drink fluids like crazy and get in bed under the covers and get some legit rest. And/or seek medical attention if it is even more serious.

But for myself? Chile please.

So with my dog at my feet wagging his tail and me hunched over the kitchen sink on one elbow out of fear of projectile vomit, I made up my mind to do the unthinkable. Yes. I decided to call in sick.

Um, because I was. Sick, that is.

Now. I tried as hard as I could to recall a time ever in my career that I'd done that but came up with nothing. And I think I came up with nothing because that adequately represents how many times I've decided to stay in my household infirmary versus crappily do my job while ill. And how many times I acknowledged that I was too unwell to work.

I blame jeopardy. Confused? Okay. Let me explain.

At nearly every residency training program, there is this back up schedule that is designed precisely for moments such as these. And you know? Nearly every residency training program calls it by the same name: JEOPARDY.

Yup.

So when one is sick, they call the chief resident or schedulers or whomever--and that individual refers to the "jeopardy schedule" and notifies some unlucky soul who, up until that moment, was basking in an awesomely easy assignment. Only to be thrust into the firing line of some essential patient care situation such as the intensive care unit, hospital service, or something else even more hellacious. And yeah, it's exactly as sucky as it sounds when you get called.

Yup.

Similar to, say, jury duty, everyone knows that the jeopardy schedule is everybody's necessary civic duty. That is, in the resident community. But, just like jury duty, it isn't one of those things anybody is particularly pumped up about getting notified about. But physician jeopardy is more complicated than that.

Totally.

When I was a resident, we had this longstanding culture of bravado when it came to toughing it out through illness on the job. And I can't say that it was because our program leadership wasn't supportive of our personal needs. It was just this thing that sort of happened, you know? Most of the time they had no idea.

Nope.

Well, I take that back. They were supportive when a person actually endorsed being ill as a reason to call off. But because they came up in the same system, I can't ever remember anyone insisting that someone leave back then. Go lie down for a few moments? Sure. But full on leave and cause another resident to be called in? Never.

Oh, and before I go further, I will say that there is always this teeny, tiny subset of individuals that call jeopardy 200% more than anyone else in their entire program. Most notable was this girl who had taken two benadryl on accident and called in because she was afraid she'd be drowsy. (Me countering her with the half life of benadryl, which she'd consumed 4 hours before, didn't seem to make a difference.)

Anyways. The vast majority of my resident colleagues worked when ill. Furthermore, there was this esprit de corps between us that caused us to rally around the sick guy and fill in the gaps. (Forget the fact that everyone was getting exposed to whatever illness the person had.)

Uhhh, yeah.

A few times stand out in particular. One was my junior year when I was taking call in the cardiac care unit (CCU.) I came down with fever, chills and a terrible headache. My neck was tight and I had some nausea and diarrhea, too. It was the summer and I had just come off of the pediatric inpatient service where kids with aseptic meningitis from enteroviruses was rampant. I even had a tell-tale viral exanthem (rash) to go with my constellation of symptoms. And you know? I was 99.9% sure that viral meningitis was exactly what was going on with me.

Maybe even surer than that.

I called one of my classmates (who was also on call) and asked him to come examine me in the nurses station which he did. "Dude. You probably got viral meninge. You gonna go to the ER and let a second month intern do a spinal tap on you?" He bit into the room temperature honey bun he was eating and laughed at his own joke.

"No way, dude. Did you see my rash?" I asked while pulling up my sleeve.

"Cool," he replied. "So what are you gonna do?"

"I think if I take some Motrin, I can make it through the night."

"Yeah, probably so."

And I am not kidding you. This is what happened. I took the call, fever, stiff neck and all.

Super stupid. Especially since it could have been something far more serious.

That same friend called me the following year (when we were both on call again) to check him out in a call room. He'd developed some shaking chills and a nasty, rattly cough rather suddenly. When I got there, he was breathing super fast. "Dude! Holy shit. You look like you're about to code."

"I feel like I'm about to code."

I listened to his lungs. "Yikes. You've got signs of consolidation. This looks like a bad pneumonia. And that history, man! You might have pneumococcus, I think."

"Hmmm. Cool. Think I can tough it out?"

"You're breathing pretty fast, bud. Let's go to the PICU nurses station and pop a pulse oximiter on you to see if you're hypoxic." Which is exactly what we did.

Guess what his oxygen saturation was? 82% (96-100% is normal.) Craziness.

Let me tell you. This guy? He looked sick-sick. It was NOT a soft call. At all. That said, I am convinced that were it not for the whole needing oxygen thing, he would have slugged it out through that call with his pneumonia.

Yup.

Would you believe that he got admitted to the hospital that very night? And you know? We were so entrenched in that culture that I can remember like yesterday cracking jokes in his room about him spreading TB to the interns and telling him that I was totally going to present him in morning report the next day.

Which he found funny, too. That is, when he wasn't nearly about to code.

Uh, yeah.

I blame this word "jeopardy." The actual definition means "danger of loss, harm or failure." I can't think of anyone who has ever wanted to be the one responsible for putting someone in that situation--that is, one involving jeopardy. Especially another overtired resident who finally, finally, finally is on a lighter work assignment.

But see, that word just underscores the culture. It sounds heinous, punitive even. And to tap into it literally puts another person in peril, if you follow the definition. And I think that's a part of the problem, frankly.

The one time I called jeopardy as a resident was when my father had a massive heart attack requiring emergency surgery. And you know what? I actually took call all night before taking a flight out, now that I think about it. We also have a jeopardy schedule (also called "jeopardy") in my current faculty position and you know what? The one time I called jeopardy with this group then was on November 15, 2012--the night my sister Deanna passed away.

Yup.

So yeah. I am reflecting on all of this and realizing that doctors who neglect themselves really aren't the best physicians at all.  Coming to work while truly ill puts patients in danger, can make things worse and it probably increases the chance of an error happening.

Now. Do I think folks should be calling off for sniffles or allergies? No. Do I think taking two benadryl should allow a rain delay at best but not a full on call off? Damn right. But do I believe that a vomiting, diarrhea-ing, teeth-chattering person should have another able physician working in their place? Definitely.

If you ask me (though no one did) the first step is changing the name. Instead of calling it "JEOPARDY" it might be better to refer to it as "FAMLY EMERGENCY/ILLNESS PATIENT CARE BACK UP." This way, those who need it will understand when it is to be called. And those who get called will feel okay with being called in.

We could even call it "FEIBU" (pronouced FAY-BOO?) for short. As a reminder that this is for FAMILY EMERGENCIES and ILLNESS when back up is needed. And that FAMILY EMERGENCIES and ILLNESS happen and aren't a sign of weakness at all. 

Mmmm hmmmm.

Oh, and the times that folks get pulled in because of human scheduling glitches NOT due to the needs of a colleague dealing with a FAMILY EMERGENCY or ILLNESS? Well. Keep right on calling those times  "jeopardy."

Ha.

So yeah. I acknowledged that I was ill and called off the other day. My colleague Stacie S. was great and made sure I didn't have to feel guilty. And my other colleague Alanna S. was super kind about picking up my slack in the resident clinic that morning. And you know? I think if my patients knew of my decision, they would have appreciated my choice to call off, too.

And so. I drank fluids and rested in my bed all day. That photo is proof that I was exactly where I was supposed to be, too. I went through a whole lot of hand sanitizer and considered going to get a bolus of IV fluids at one point. But the next morning, I felt a thousand percent better which taught me a mighty lesson.

And you know the best part? Not a single patient was harmed or put in jeopardy--thanks to my decision to first put the oxygen on myself.

Yeah.

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Happy Sunday.

Now playing on my mental iPod. . . .

2 comments:

  1. The culture of medicine is ridiculous when it comes to sick leave. As a medical student on an internal medicine ward, I got sick with a cold that progressed to a bad ear infection and Strep throat. After two weeks of hacking and coughing on my patients because I refused to show signs of weakness while rotating through the specialty that I wanted to match to, I was finally forced to take time off due to an inability to get out of bed. Literally.

    And what was the result of my time off? My final review for the rotation included a comment that "Solitary Diner's rotation was noteworthy for a significant number of absences".

    Seven years later, and I'm still bitter about the whole experience.

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  2. As a potential patient, this is scary. I do not want to catch whatever the doctor has while already sick in the hospital! Keeping away from sick people when you are very ill and contagious should be part of the system. Craziness.

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