Category: 'Net Finds

Trial lawyers are more important than doctors

When I saw this article (h/t DrCris) I thought it was a joke, or at least a ‘teaser’ headline with a more reasonable qualification in the body text. I read on, slack-jawed at this arrogant, delusional, and megalomanical opinion piece passed off as serious reporting. I don’t know what grotesque acts the other CAOC Lifetime Achievment Awardees had to peform but this Gerry Spence has certainly got them beat:

 

“We are the most important people in America. There is no other profession in America that fights for freedom, that fights for what America is about, that fights for justice for ordinary people. I want to ask you which would be more important: If all of the doctors in the country somehow disappeared or all the trial lawyers in America somehow disappeared? We can live without medical care, but we cannot live without justice.”
I laughed. I cried. I threw up a little bit in my mouth. Lawyers don’t dispense justice, lawyers represent clients and their interests. Period. If lawyers were involved in the dispensation of justice, killers caught red-handed would have no trial lawyer. Ken Lay, Enron’s CEO, wouldn’t have spent one day in court, and on and on.  As a Lifetime Awardee of the legal profession, I’m sure Spence knew this at one time before he got caught up in a God complex about himself and his vocation.  
As one commenter put it, “You’re stranded on a desert island. Who would you rather want with you, a doctor or a trial lawyer?” Another hypothetical: what percentage of people have never been in a courtroom as a litigant (ie, needing a trial lawyer) versus what percentage of people have never been in a doctor’s office?  How this frilly-fringe-wearing blowhard wasn’t laughed off the stage makes me shudder in awe for the power of mob mentality at work in this “swanky” hotel ballroom.
Far be it from me to actually wish someone harm, but should Mr. Spence get hit by a bus outside a county courthouse, bleeding internally from blunt trauma and finding it difficult to breathe from a worsening hemo/pneumothorax, I wonder what he’d say when, as trial lawyers trip over themselves to hand him their business cards to sue the bus driver, the bus manufacturer, the tire company, and the city that improperly paved the street, his deoxygenating brain thinks, “Thank God I was hit in front of a courtroom instead of a hospital!”

Medical Blogs: Social Contract?

In the October 2008 issue of the American College of Emergency Physicians’ (ACEP) Journal, an op-ed was posted entitled “Medical Blogs: Communication Vehicle or Social Contract?” (if the link takes you to a sign-up page, close the window and click it again–there’s a strange cookie that’s set that will bypass the registration screen) As I read it, the first thing that struck me was the comically dated language and information. The death knell of this article’s significance was already ringing in the first paragraph (all emphases below are mine):

According to the Internet phenomenon Wikipedia, blogs (short for Web-logs) are Web sites, usually maintained by an individual, with regular entries of commentaries, descriptions of events, or other materials such as graphics and video. They can serve as online interactive diaries where bloggers pour out ideas, feelings, and opinions, and invite readers to respond with comments of their own that are often equally fascinating and spontaneous.

Technorati, a blog searching service, reports there were 112 million blogs in 2007.

Wikipedia is relegated to a “phenomenon?!” Someone needs to tell these folks at ACEP that they don’t need to qualify what a blog is with enumerated reference; it’s not 2005, and wasting a paragraph on the obvious made me want to stop reading altogether.

Moving on, any person in the blogosphere worth their salt knows the once mighty Technorati has long since lost almost all of its relevance. Nobody uses it for anything useful, its continued existence being somewhat of an anachronism. However, the ACEP authors cite 2007 data from it in July of 2008!!(as referenced in the footnote) WTF?! They aren’t even trying to appear as though they care at this point.

The painfully protracted exposition continues:

[Other blogs] serve largely as public journals, providing authors’ insights and anecdotes without the peer review or editorial vetting that occurs in more traditional journal venues. However, the personal nature of many blogs lends them an intimacy and an immediacy that is often missing from mainstream outlets. Arthur Caplan, a prominent ethicist, compared blogs to an extended form of chatter and conversation.

I noticed here already a condescending tone that would get more and more pervasive throughout the article, that the notion of a peer-reviewed journal is the pinnacle of scholarship and a blog being gossip and nonsense. Wrong and wrong–it’s a comparison of apples and oranges. No one would argue that “big” journals get their gravitas from their editorial boards, but even peer reviewed journals suffer from bias, politics, and other non-scientific factors, and published studies often come under fire after publication for being extensions of corporate/non-scholarly interests. On the flip side, many blogs can honestly stand against some of the giants of the print world in terms of their solid content–far from idle prattle–the “peer review” being the entire world of reading scholars, all free to leave commentary, positive or negative, in an open forum.

It is this point in particular where the “good old boy” stripe of physician is most chafed. There’s a strong sense of “you kids get off my lawn!” as a new medium threatens to tear away the fabric of order and control as seen through the eyes of these authors. The very notion that a patient or layperson has a potential standing of equivalence to published physicians is the fundamental reason behind why this article is being published in 2008 without embarrassment: the ACEP still doesn’t “get it.”

Most of the above is petty quibbling compared to what I’m going to quote here, though:

Dr. Rita Charon, a physician and a leading authority in narrative medicine [whatever the hell that means], believes patients own their stories, and she takes the strong position that physician-writers must have patients approve narratives written about them before publication. Two other writers and experts in literature and medicine – Dr. Jack Coulehan, internist and poet, and Ann Hawkins, Ph.D. – invoke the argument of relational ethics. What will happen if particular patients discover that they were featured in an article, story, or blog? Will they find such attention beneficial, perhaps therapeutic? Or will embarrassment or betrayal boil their blood?

“Patients own their own stories?” Well, yes, in a fundamental ethical way, no one would argue that it would be wrong to publicly share that which is private between doctor and patient. In today’s world, HIPAA guarantees*cough* that their information is kept confidential, and every medical blogger I know goes well out of their way to mask any indentifying features of a story so that any semblance to the original would either be complete coincidence or not specific enough to be unique (“a woman came to the ER last night” would apply to potentially half the emergency patient population, for example, even if it were found to be true). However, the authors aren’t even bringing up confidentiality or legal concerns; they are ridiculously invoking the idea that in a doctor-patient encounter, the patient is the “owner” of the encounter’s narrative.

RUBBISH!

There isn’t ONE story, but TWO stories, at least: one from the point of view of the patient, and one from the POV of the physician. The ACEP doesn’t seem to be concerned with nurses, techs, etc. but the reality is that everyone in, say, a trauma bay (this is the ACEP after all, and ER environments are hardly ever private one-on-one encounters), could feasibly walk away from that encounter and have something to write about and each would be unique representing a distinct POV. You can’t equate or assign ultimate ownership of the experience of any one person, the different jobs being performed, etc. It is the height of arrogance to say that any one person actually “owns” the unique narrative of another. It’s sickening, in fact.

You have to hand it to bioethicists, though. I love that they exist, and like the ACLU, you’re happy they’re there for the “big stuff” that require their unique talents, but like this they’re often involved in issues more for the intellectuo-ethical masturbation debate than for yielding something tangibly better for the patient.

There’s a lot more as the article continues about what kind of “tone” the physician-blogger should strive for, and other paternalistic drivel from authors who have already demonstrated their incompetence on the subject matter. It’s insulting enough as a physician reading this to be told they “should aspire to a voice that is respectful and professional,” much less by these authors who can’t even utilize the very tools they are professing to teach.

Ultimately, however, the relevant question is raised, “What kind of ethical code should be used to protect patients’ confidentiality?” Had this not been the article of two online amateurs, the last section could have served as a wonderful teaching tool. Instead, it turned into yet another demonstration of hubris demonstrating, “Look how I’ve offered a solution to this problem!”

The solution for a “code of ethics” had already been actively addressed, voluntarily, in the medical blogging world, without the need of paternalistic mandates from out-of-touch organization chairpersons. The Heathcare Blogger Code of Ethics (HBCE, also knowns as “Medblogger Code”) was created by communal referendum with each blog’s participation vetted beforehand. Nowhere in the HBCE will you find paternalistic directives like “Wait one week before posting [clinical encounter] material to your blog.” We (and I say ‘we’ because I’m an active member in this community) assume that bloggers who care enough to announce due diligence with the HBCE badge don’t need to be micromanaged about their own posting habits, timing, or frankly judgment on any subject.

In fairness, I’d love to see what these two ACEP bioethicists would make of the HBCE and even the sibling patient-focused community, the Patient Blogger Code of Ethics (on the same site above). Perhaps that can be the subject of a future article, once the authors get this whole “blogging” thing down.

5-Fingered by NPR!!

Hello all! Yes, I know it’s been too long since I posted anything of personal substance, and yes, I know I said it wouldn’t happen again anytime soon, but you love me anyway, right? I actually have a really good reason (two, really) which I’ll get into just after this post, but this travesty I’m writing about now would be reason enough for scandal.

I’ve been robbed–ROBBED–I say! Celeste, a long time commenter and reader of this blog, pointed out to me that National Public Radio (NPR) has taken one of my old posts and stolen it, without reference, without a “hat tip,” without anything, in their feature entitled “Playing Five Beats To The Measure.”  My post entitled “5/4″ obviously is the victim of an NPR five-finger discount. Now it stands to reason with NPR you’re going to get a much more polished product than with lil’ ol’ me, but the spirit of my post clearly comes through, and with the added literary/dramatic touch of a second, autobiographical voice feeling an “odd” kinship with this asymmetric time signature.

I invite you to read mine first, then see the NPR feature. Afterwards, tell me whether or not mine gives those thieves a run for their money! :P  heh

 

Feelin’ the love

Thanks to all who wished me a Happy Birthday on Monday via email, Facebook, telephone and telepathy. I really appreciate it. In the future, though, if any of you want to band together to get me a gift basket–not just limited to my birthday–the picture below is a nice example of a proper “man’s gift basket” that will sure to be received with much cheer and joy. I’m just sayin’… ;)

Screwed up from the beginning

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The 1975 JC Penney’s Catalog. I definitely don’t remember this one, but my childhood was full of dreaming of getting things from phonebook-sized catalogs, like the Sears Wishbook, to smaller-sized but no less desirable merchants, such as Radio Shack. Given that I was 3-4 at the time this came out, my entire formative years would have been immersed in imagery such as this in everyday life. I’m going to need more therapy than I thought… :P

Something worthy of mention: Brooke Shields is actually one of the models in the girl’s clothing picture! And for those of you who think (correctly) that the fashion industry nowadays sends the wrong message to girls to be unreasonably thin, check out that same picture which advertises “also chubby sizes.” (!!!) That’s one step away from me regressing to a 10-year-old being bought Sears Toughskins “husky” sized jeans. AAAH!!! Not the “X” stitched on the back pocket! Nooooo!!!

There’s also another page of PG-13 items, like “water pipes.” (Hash sold separately)

(via BoingBoing)

No 4th-of-July Google Art For You!

While searching results on something at Google today, I wound up back at the home page, and saw this:

Mexgoogle-No4Thjul

What’s wrong with this? There’s no cool Independence Day graphic! I was at the real google.com, not google.com.mx, where I’d see this:

Mexgoogle

(by the way, this is hilarious because the button for “I’m feeling lucky” has been translated to “Voy a tener suerte,” which literally says, “I will have luck,” or as one would colloquially read it, “I’m gonna get lucky.” I don’t think Google has that much control over everyone quite yet…hehe)

Then I thought, “I wonder if I’m not seeing it because it knows my IP is in Mexico?” I then VPN into UH (becoming a local node on the campus network via a secure connection, so although physically here, I’m virtually “in Houston”), and voila:

Usagoogle Eagle

How’s about them apples? Google intentionally doesn’t display the cool art for anything other than people in the USA, even if they go to the USA Google address. Party poopers.

(More on the background of Google’s artwork here)

At what point would YOU see your doctor?

Here’s a small clinical vignette for you:

A 43-year-old man with no significant medical history presents to his primary care provider (PCP) complaining of a “wound that won’t get better” on the left side of his neck. He states that the wound has been slowly growing over the past 2 years after it first appeared as a small pimple. In his efforts to heal the wound, he has used a variety of over-the-counter topical remedies such as hydrogen peroxide and triple antibiotic ointment; however, the wound has continued to spread and worsen. He was finally encouraged to visit his PCP when his brother noticed the now several-centimeters-long lesion (Images to follow). The patient denies having weight loss, fevers, or chills. He has not traveled during the past 5 years.

On physical examination, the patient is somewhat overweight. His vital signs are normal except for a blood pressure of 165/93 mm Hg. The patient has a 10-cm ulcer at the collar line on the left side of his neck. A homemade dressing that the patient had placed on this lesion contains a small amount of serosanguineous fluid. No lymphadenopathy and no masses are noted around the neck or in the armpits.The rest of the physical examination findings are unremarkable, except for numerous small hyperpigmented macules on the patient’s chest and back.

What is the most likely diagnosis, and what is the diagnostic test of choice?

Now go here to see the images and the dx (warning: wound images for the non-medical readers).

His brother says, “Dude, I think you need to see a doctor about that.” Gee, ya think?!? How can this guy go two years with that thing on his neck? Remember, this thing started as a “small pimple.” At what point, packing it with 4×4s, does one finally say, “You know, this pimple might not just go away.”??? You’d think the 75L of hydrogen peroxide he’d bought over two years would have at least kept it from getting, you know, “icky.” At least the triple antibiotic ointment kept the granulated tissue nice and moist.

These are the kind of patients that walk out of the room saying stupid shit like, “You see?! That’s why I don’t go to doctors; they don’t give you nuthin’ but bad news. They just want your money. Plastic surgeon, my ass! Although a boob lift might make me look younger…hmmmm…”

I am a considerate leader

Or so says personaldna.com:

I think 90% of what my personalized report says is very much on the mark. I don’t post all the little web quizzes you see everywhere because most of them are trash, but this one was very innovative using graphical response techniques, so I thought it should get special mention. It allows for a literal sliding scale to the answers, making the response process more natural and intuitive, which in the end, makes the test more reliable because the person taking it has less of a chance to “overthink” the answer.

Check it out!

Two new black holes (belatedly) discovered

This is true–although their existence has been known for some time now, the data is finally confirmed that these two entities are indeed black holes, the most powerful physical phenomenon in the known universe. The gravitational force exerted by a black hole is so massive, that not even light traveling at velocity of over 186,000 miles per second can escape. The two entities are currently named MySpace and YouTube. If light can’t even escape, imagine the crushing power exerted on one’s time!

But seriously, I have enjoyed YouTube ever since it came out, but like most people, only to watch little ditties people forward me and get a good laugh. I had no idea that there were soap operas and all sorts of things broadcast via people’s webcams–like I care about the dating life of some chick who’s known only as “T1f4nny.” Please. However, I discovered a phenomenal thing that has been sucking up all my time recently–vintage classical music videos and other rare performances. (yes, this is where you guffaw mercilessly at my geekiness) I’m talking rare footage from the 50s or 60s of Sviatoslav Richter, Emil Gilels, or David Oistrakh not previously seen outside the (then) Soviet Union or, on the other side of the spectrum, pristine (as much as YouTube can handle) footage from a live concert in Japan last year of Arcadi Volodos from someone’s camcorder. 99% of you have no idea who these people are, and that’s OK–trust me when I tell you that these are giants of their respective instruments (and yes, they are all Russian, but that’s usually the way I roll, musically).

To see what I mean, go here to watch a clip of Volodos from somebody’s frickin’ living room for crying out loud, playing Mendelssohn’s “Wedding March” from A Midsummer Nights’ Dream (arranged by Vladimir Horowitz and Volodos). All those words will mean nothing once you hear the first few notes, but please keep watching at least past 1:20 because that’s when the fireworks start. Now what kind of chance would I ever have had to see Arcadi Volodos in the first place much less be privvy to a private performance?! Thank you Internet, thank you YouTube.

As for MySpace, up until a few weeks ago, all I knew of it was “where the kids hang out online” and that it was always associated with various pedophile scandals since, obviously, that’s where the “kids” hang out. After hearing enough comments from some people in class about what they read, I finally logged in expecting to see nothing but teenage crap. Oh. My. God. 1/4 of the planet has a profile on MySpace, and now I do too (which is pretty irrelevant considering I never go there, but you need to create one to see much of anything). I think perhaps HALF of my medical school class actively maintain their MySpace profile, and within a week of signing up, I got a random email from a person who went to my high school asking if I remembered him (I didn’t). I had no idea so many “older” folks actively frequent MySpace. I have enough problems keeping up with blogging and emailing, so I’ll leave the MySpace to others, but from what time I did spend on there, it was obvious it had complete “black hole” status, following so-and-so’s friends, comments, etc. It’s similar to blogging in a kind of LiveJournal or Blogger way in it is a pre-built community, but SOOO much deeper and bigger. And far more hideous. I swear people’s MySpace profiles look like a scary glimpse into a schizophrenic mind.

As much as finding/following profiles of pathetic pop star wannabes on MySpace is loads of fun, I’ll stick with YouTube.

Do you Bling? No, I have a brain.

From the Bling h2O website (written with ‘h’ because the apparently the Hollywood elite don’t know that there are no lowercase letters in the periodic table):

Bling H2O [note the inconsistency of the logotype presentation] is the inspiration of Kevin G. Boyd, Hollywood writer-producer. While working on various studio lots where image is of the utmost importance he noticed that you could tell a lot about a person by the bottled water they carried. [I suppose my Kirkland H2O would label be as a janitor.]

[Bling's] mission was to offer a product with an exquisite face to match exquisite taste. The product is strategically positioned to target the expanding super-luxury consumer market. Initially introduced to hand-selected athletes and actors, Bling H2O is now excitedly expanding it’s availability… Bling h2O is pop-culture in a bottle. But it’s not for everyone, just those that Bling.

Bling H2O comes in Limited Edition, corked, 750ml, recyclable frosted glass bottles, exquisitely handcrafted with Swarovski Crystals.

This stuff costs $35 a bottle, $420 for a case of 12 (no savings for you!). For water. The same stuff that falls freely from the sky.

I am imagining the genius of Mr. Boyd, as his little minimum wage army armed with glue guns, dab cheap-ass Swarovski knock-off crystals onto these frosted bottles before filling them with water from the hose outside his LA house. Apparently Paris Hilton uses these to give to her dog, Tinkerbell. That’s about all you need to know.

You see, this kind of ridiculous excess is why people from impoverished, oppresed 3rd-world nations see the United States and hate us so much. But it’s ok: we have good will messengers like Madonna, who will adopt/steal their children one at a time.

(what does this have to do with medicine and/or Mexico? absof-inglutely nothing. I’m just procrastinating studying for a pharmacology exam. :P )

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