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…”

Grand Rounds 3:36

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The “Butterflying” of the Medical Blogosphere

As foretold in Revelations, the apocalypse draws nigh; two highly-read blogs have gone down. Although I did realize what was happening at the time, “Black Wednesday” was literally the day before I was preparing to leave back to Texas for my most recent trip (below) and had no time to comment on it. At the risk of being pointlessly late, I do want to offer a few comments and points of view.

Fat Doctor, a family practice physician, closed down her blog (although it seems to have the potential to spring anew) as did Flea, an anonymous pediatrician on the East coast. I read FD’s blog religiously, and I never once saw a post that was mean-spirited towards anyone. Sure, she’d go off on a rant about things that annoy her–which may have included a co-worker’s actions–but they were comments on the actions of someone, not against the person. Moreover, they were usually understandable annoyances that would frustrate anyone in that circumstance; never did I get the feeling that FD used her blog as some kind of cathartic vent-fest as others do, (although that would be her right), and her appeal was her kindness, wit, and insight into the everyday. Her all-too-human struggles with her strokes, her heart-wrenching sentiments about possibly leaving her only son motherless, showed a person about as complete and as “well rounded” (ha!) as one could get while still being “anonymous.”

Flea, on the other hand, was always a tell-it-like-it-is writer, and we had all have been living the incredulity, the sorrow, and the resentment of his malpractice experience. It was only a matter of time before he’d have to do something given ongoing litigation and that he’d openly talked about the case. You don’t have to be a lawyer to understand that such a situation can’t yield anything good whatsoever. If I were Flea, I’d have done exactly what he did, though I would have left at least a “goodbye for now” message, even if I didn’t hint as to why. In some ways, I’m less worried about Flea’s blogging situation because it’s so obvious and clear-cut, not that it makes it any less of a loss for the medical blogosphere. His sharp wit, his direct style, and his obvious love of his field–particularly his dedication to the patients and families in his under-served Brazilian community–earned my respect long ago.

And even though it was some time back, who can forget Barbados Butterfly, the Australian surgery resident who got suspended for her blog? Her scalpel was the only thing sharper than her writing, particularly when she unabashedly would go to town on fellow co-workers who wasted her time. The most memorable posts for me were the ones about her internship, the fear she had going to the ICU, the witty banter she’d recount between her and other members of the surgical team, the visceral sleeplessness she’d make you feel as she wrote of her pager going off at some obscene hour yet again. Unfortunately, it was this very topic in which she so openly wrote about the violations of work hours that probably got her in trouble. There have been a few Barbados homages in the last couple of Grand Rounds, and well deserved. A worthy role model for so many under her, silenced. In honor of Barb, I hereby coin the term “Butterflied” (a laDooced“) whenever a medical blogger is forced to shut down his/her blog against their will.

KevinMD’s article seems to foreshadow a slow dropping-off of medical bloggers as the ironic consequence of increased visibility leading to greater scrutiny. While I think that is 100% accurate, I predict it’s only an acute phenomenon that I believe will be balanced in time. When the stodgy “old guard” medical community (can you think of a more stick-in-the-ass “we’ve done it this way and so will you” group of individuals) slowly get dragged, kicking and screaming, into the 21st century, decisions will hopefully not be punitive as much as they would be opportunities for mutual gain and exposure (assuming of course, responsible writing on the part of the blogger).

There needs to be less barriers between physician and patient, and blogs can serve that purpose admirably. First, it allows both parties freedom of distance. As a doctor, if I want a “close” relationship with the blogging (patient) community, I post as myself and make no pretense about obfuscating daily events as long as it doesn’t involve patient information, etc. On the other end, as a patient/community member, if I want to feel closer to the medical community, I simply comment and make myself known; I may even start my own blog where information might even be interchanged in like fashion. As long as the proper basic legal disclaimer/groundwork is covered (ie, nothing construed as advice, all accounts fictionalized, etc.), what better way than blogging for a patient–for anyone on the “outside”–to see what goes on in the clinician’s head, what we feel, what motivates us, what frustrates us? This can only lead to more informed, more meaningful doctor/patient encounters. Of course, there always needs to be some non-negotiable professional distance, but nothing about blogging responsibly endangers that. In other words, responsible blogging can only help; it can’t hurt.

Unless of course, you are a malpractice lawyer or someone else with an axe to grind and attempt to use words written outside one’s place of employment on a server outside their own state (perhaps even country) against them in court. Unfortunately, while there are far too many of these types in the world, erring on the side of caution and shutting down blogs is not the solution here; knee-jerk reactions fueled by risk-management/”damage control” legal counsel can’t trump all these situations every time. Sooner or later, the tail has to stop wagging the dog.

So let’s talk about HIPAA, that gnarly beast that nobody really knows anything about–at least not in its entirety–because that’s what immediately gets cited every time. Like a mating call for attorneys, this Frankenlegislation could be three separate laws and each still be a fistful. The executive summary of the privacy section is more than 20 pages! (cut to visual of attorneys going after said executive summary like bonobo monkeys) Congress proved again, as always, that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Here’s the thing: I know a few things about HIPAA, but not from a clinician’s POV. I was preparing to sit for my CISSP exam (that’s another post) and was attending a training in Monterey, CA in 2004. This was before full HIPAA compliance was to take effect, obviously, but the point I’m making is that 1/3 to 1/2 the class was composed of IT security professionals specifically responsible for maintaining healthcare data integrity, security of telecommunications, backups, etc. (gotta love unfunded mandates) Even hospital CSOs were in attendance, and what was pushing the envelope to get those 5 letters after their names was the increased legal scrutiny of being asked, “Who is in charge of your data?” At different times before I went to medical school, I shadowed several doctors at three different hospitals. I could have easily stolen patient data whether it was from folders on physical desktops to unattended terminals still logged in. I lost count of the number of monitors with post-it notes with bits and pieces of patient information (and God forbid, passwords) ripe for the plucking. A little social engineering (ie, me in the hallway calling the nurse to attend to something in room #314, to round the corner to get a chart) is all it would take for grotesque violations. And I’m not even close to a network/computer intrusion specialist–imagine what a real “pro” could do.

The point (which I apologize is so long in coming) is that security–namely HIPAA compliance–is only as good as the weakest link. As long as you have dim-wattage bulbs manning key areas of medical records, minimum wage front-desk personnel, and the like, as a hospital CEO/CIO, you have bigger problems to worry about in terms of HIPAA infractions than a way over-educated physician maybe not being perfect about obfuscating some minutiae of patient data on Blogger. Provided that they exercise understandable responsibility, physician bloggers are a resource asset–even a potentially profitable one, under the right circumstances–to the healthcare community, not a liability. I hope that the medical establishment sees this soon.

 UPDATE: Fat Doctor is back up at her new domain!  Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down!

Recharged

I finally came back Wednesday night, and what an great trip it was. I am still adjusting with a tinge of post-travel fatigue and dealing with being alone again needing to study like there’s no tomorrow, but everything went really well with my family on all fronts. I spent much-needed time w/my daughter and we had a great 1st birthday party. Not a lot of people were there as I mentioned, since it was mostly family, but it was an all-out affair for a 1-year-old, let me tell you. The only thing missing was other kids. This is due in part because Claudia is the youngest in her much older family, and I’m the oldest in mine with only one brother (no kids). There was more than enough love and fun, however, and we all had a good time.
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Thanks to all the commenters who wished me (us) well; it means a lot to know that in spite of my more sparse posts as of late, that people still read, care, even have me on their radar. There’s a lot more I want to post about–and will–but before I get to some other things, I definitely wanted to give a quick update that all is well for now, and hopefully, for good (as much as can be). I definitely needed that to be the case if I am to focus without unnecessary distractions on the task at hand for the next 6-8 weeks until test day. As long as school leaves me alone and doesn’t get unreasonable about missed days or similar BS reasons (esp. with other students having rules bent all the time), I should be just fine.

Starting up the grindstone…

1 Year

My daughter turns one year old this weekend and I’ve come back to Texas to celebrate with the family. It seems so long ago that I saw my daughter born, so much has happened in between. I’ve gone from being a 1st year med student to a second year med student which is no big whoop, but compared to the upheaval in my personal life with baby, changes in marriage, sleep and study patterns, it seems like a lifetime ago. There is only one first birthday, though, and I had to come in, even though the party will be a small one with just family on both sides.

I need this trip badly. I need to hold my daughter once again, to remind myself of why things are worth it in spite of things seeming to be too hard. I need to spend time with Claudia in person instead of long-distance on the phone, where things always seem to be misunderstood and where it’s all too easy to say something insulated by distance that you’d at least think twice before saying in person. I need re-centering without all the stress caused by Claudia’s surgery and immediate recovery, the bullshit stressed imposed by school the last time with Kaplan–what a joke. It’s a fucking review course, people. If I’m not there for this lecture or that lecture, who cares? I sure don’t–not when family is involved. This isn’t coursework or patients, it’s lecture time that I paid for; I’ll do what I want with my time.

So here I am, waiting for the get-together soon. I’ve already spend some sorely needed time with the Niblet. She’s gotten two more teeth coming in and has progressed from “cruising” to full-out walking. (then squatting like an African bushman before standing back up and taking some more steps) Things with Claudia are going well so far, and I hope that the weekend continues to be one of healing for the marriage, and for me if I’m to go back for the home stretch before Step 1 with the motivation needed to succeed. There might be a light at the end of the tunnel yet.

22 Reasons You’re Fat!

Believe it or not, the subject above is the actual subject I got from an eDiets email the other day. I hate eDiets with the burning heat of a thousand suns. They are horribly unprofessional, have no real expertise to speak of, and are even sexist. When I was a member, I’d say a full 1/3 of my emails had principal subjects like “fighting weight gain during menopause,” and other “busy mom” topics, including how to get the kids’ stuff done, your stuff done, and even have the energy left for hubby at the end of the day. Um, last I checked, I had a Y chromosome, so the whiz-bang database administrators over at eDiets are a clause short on their SQL query ("AND WHERE SEX = 'F'").

The biggest problem I had apart from the impossibility of their “We’ll tell you exactly what to buy” diets (while living in Mexico where I can’t get 75% of the stuff) was the fact that to cancel, you had to call a 1-800 number. That 1-800 number had a labyrinthine maze of options, only to be placed on hold indefinitely. I tried canceling online and had no less than 3 emails from eDiets saying “Your email has been received and we’ll get back to you within 48 hours.” Finally, by sheer luck, it happened with yet another phone call, but another month had been charged to my credit card–exactly the result I’m sure they were trying to accomplish.

However, I still get their emails, at least for now. Here’s a screenshot of the first part of the aforementioned email as seen from my GMail account. Notice the confidence-building caricature accompanied by the inspiring “Fat Forever?” This is proof that they simply don’t care. Avoid them at all costs!

Ediets Insult

The Long Road Back

I finally got back to Mexico two weeks ago from being in Texas for almost all of April (and mostly offline). I really wanted to post sooner, but I was waiting for a more positive frame of mind before I did. It seems that’s not really going to happen anytime soon since life is intent on punishing me for any number of things. I came back to a filthy house, because here in Mexico, even with windows closed, dirt, dust and pollution eventually makes it’s way into the house. By the time things were unpacked, mind re-framed for school, my electricity gets cut off for non-payment. I never intended to be away as long as I did, so I made no arrangements w/anyone to pay bills in my absence. Cursing the timing, I lost another day of school as I waited in line at the central office (because this was a reconnect) for over 2 hours. Ironically, the central electric building–flanked by so many imposing electric towers that one feels they’re going to get a bolt of static electricity just walking by–does not see fit to power air conditioning to the masses waiting in the various lines. When I got to the ventanilla (window), I could feel the cool air coming through the little “speech hole” in the plexiglass; obviously, they give it to themselves in their own little isolated world, because it’s so taxing to sit there in front of a computer compared to standing in line. </dripping sarcasm> I then find out I had to suffer a whole day into the next without power since they don’t reconnect on the same day. This high is constantly around 93 degrees here and I couldn’t even power a fan.

All this pales in comparison to my main problem at the moment: my marriage. I’m not going to go into public details, but the constant stress of arguments from long distance, her newfound position of no comprimise, and being without my daughter in the process is wearing on me. Actually, I don’t fault her for the next 2 weeks or so, because that’s the length of her physical therapy. However, it seems that she’s in no hurry to come back. Things may change during that time, but I’m already sorely behind in all my studies with all the missed schoolwork, classes and time in general that I’ll never get back. I have always said I lack the gift of compartmentalization, and I’d love to have a nice dose of mental sectioning to say, “I’m not going to worry about that right now; I’m going to concentrate on my studies.” We have opposite effects by this situation: she’s empowered with the time off and family/friends on all sides helping with her, baby, opportunities for possible employment, feelings of indepdence with no pressures from anyone. I, on the other hand, am dealing with Step 1 prep, having a 3 bedroom house alone, and I still have to take care of the damn dog. Our dog is fine, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like holding Lola is even a laughable substitute from the heart-warming, centering, reminds-you-why-you-are-doing-this-warm-fuzzies that having your smiling daughter (or even crying daughter) brings. Like I told Claudia, her worst day (pain notwithstanding–that’s different) isn’t even close to the plate-spinning juggling act I perform daily just to make sure things stay afloat financially, scholastically, emotionally and logistically.

And I’m losing the battle; the plates I’m spinning seem to be crashing to the ground, one by one. That will be revealed slowly through several posts–this is already getting a bit depressing. History has shown that I will probably pull through as before, but at what cost? The price seems to get higher and higher as time moves on. I’m on the verge of taking a semester off for financial reasons, I have 10,000 decisions and consequences to think through based on not only financial realities, but also all the uncertainties of the marriage and what I’m willing to tolerate with a seemingly indefinitely split household.

A doctor friend of mine here who had a child early on (he was like 20 at the time) never really worked things out with his then girlfriend, moved on, and is now a FP resident after working some years as a GP. His daughter is now 7, and he says that the big picture dictates that if I say that school is my #1 priority, I am never to take my eyes off of school long enough for it to slip from its #1 position. If I have to take time off to get things centered, fine, but it’s to serve my greater academic success, not a personal emotional indulgence or a quick-financial fix (ie, not solving the problem permanently during my time off). While that seems heartless and simplistic, his point was that when he was done, he found his daughter was still there, his family was still there, his friends were still there, etc.–everything that he was convinced he lost or was going to lose was, in fact, simply the product of a myopic mindset. Family and friends will respect and understand what’s going on provided they are shown the steadfastness and progress of one’s endeavor.

Let’s see if I can pull that off.

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