Response to “Letter to Patients with Chronic Illness”

There is a blog post that is making the rounds again. It’s actually a great post..one that I find myself nodding in agreement with as I scroll though it. But, there are flaws when the sentiments are applied to my medical care, which I am guessing is much like many other’s experiences. You see, the blogger has opted to go into private practice, as in no insurance accepted. He makes his decisions without codes and policies hanging over his head. I respect that, but it just isn’t a reality for most people. So, here we have an excellent post that when shown to a “regular” doctor, we get laughed at.

Don’t come on too strong – yes, you have to advocate for yourself, but remember that doctors are used to being in control.  All of the other patients come into the room with immediate respect, but your understanding has torn down the doctor-god illusion.  That’s a good thing in the long-run, but few doctors want to be greeted with that reality from the start.  Your goal with any doctor is to build a partnership of trust that goes both ways, and coming on too strong at the start can hurt your chances of ever having that.

Ok. I get that. But having been beaten down by so many doctors I’d say I’m a bit jaded. I see others who do come into an office with that automatic “respect” mentioned here. Those people are becoming fewer as Dr. Google tears down the mystique of “doctoring.” I say that doctors should just over themselves and their God complexes and get back to the job of doctoring.

Show respect – I say this one carefully, because there are certainly some doctors who don’t treat patients with respect – especially ones like you with chronic disease.  These doctors should be avoided.  But most of us are not like that; we really want to help people and try to treat them well.  But we have worked very hard to earn our position; it was not bestowed by fiat or family tree.  Just as you want to be listened to, so do we.

Respect is earned. Everyone should receive a certain level of respect because that is part of being civil. But, if you want more than that, try earning it. I respect that you went to school and decided to take on this job. I respect that you have more knowledge about certain things than I do. I respect that you have chosen to be a doctor. I want you to respect that I too know many things you do not. I too went to college and while I chose a different vocation, it doesn’t make me “less” than you. I want you to respect that I came to you for help, not to get into a contest of “who knows more.” If you want me to listen to you, try listening to me first before offering more of the same platitudes I’ve heard from others before you.

Keep your eggs in only a few baskets – find a good primary care doctor and a couple of specialists you trust.  Don’t expect a new doctor to figure things out quickly.  It takes me years of repeated visits to really understand many of my chronic disease patients.  The best care happens when a doctor understands the patient and the patient understands the doctor.  This can only happen over time.  Heck, I struggle even seeing the chronically sick patients for other doctors in my practice.  There is something very powerful in having understanding built over time.

Ah, a beautiful sentiment. Please, yell this from the rooftops to anyone that will listen. Doctors change practices, move out-of-state, quit the job, You leave us just when we start to think you have a clue.

Use the ER only when absolutely needed – Emergency room physicians will always struggle with you.  Just expect that.  Their job is to decide if you need to be hospitalized, if you need emergency treatment, or if you can go home.  They might not fix your pain, and certainly won’t try to fully understand you.  That’s not their job.  They went into their specialty to fix problems quickly and move on, not manage chronic disease.  The same goes for any doctor you see for a short time: they will try to get done with you as quickly as possible.

I wholeheartedly agree with the idea of only going to the ER when absolutely necessary. I wish the insurance companies made this possible. Right now, some practices are so booked that the only option a patient has for being seen in the next two weeks is to go to the ER.

But, here’s another side. When I go to the ER, something is so wrong with me that I can’t manage it at home. Trust me when I tell you that I have tried everything I can to avoid an ER visit. By the time I throw in the towel, my body is so far gone that only emergency treatment is going to make a difference. Now, treat me as an emergency. Stop trying to blame everything on my chronic illness and treat what you see. Give me fluids to fix the dehydration. Give me pain medication like you do other patients who are in pain. Stop questioning my “motives” and do what you proclaim to do…solve the emergent problem.

Don’t avoid doctors – one of the most frustrating things for me is when a complicated patient comes in after a long absence with a huge list of problems they want me to address.  I can’t work that way, and I don’t think many doctors can.  Each visit should address only a few problems at a time, otherwise things get confused and more mistakes are made.  It’s OK to keep a list of your own problems so things don’t get left out – I actually like getting those lists, as long as people don’t expect me to handle all of the problems.  It helps me to prioritize with them.

I avoid doctors. My “experience” has shown me that even if I show up with something “routine” like an infection, my doctor’s will find some way to make me feel like I’m wasting their time because it’s part of being chronically ill. If I don’t come in with a big, complicated problem, I get brushed off so the doctor can move on to the next patient. What you see as allowing things to build up, I see as me coping with the small stuff you wouldn’t have dealt with anyway.

Don’t put up with the jerks – unless you have no choice (in the ER, for example), you should keep looking until you find the right doctor(s) for you.  Some docs are not cut out for chronic disease, while some of us like the long-term relationship.  Don’t feel you have to put up with docs who don’t listen or minimize your problems.  At the minimum, you should be able to find a doctor who doesn’t totally suck.

Another nice sentiment. Driven by the insurance companies we rely on to help pay for the very expensive care required to keep us going, we don’t have that many choices. We are assigned primary care managers that we can only change once a year without penalty. How many years of “suck” are we going to have before we find one less “sucky?”

Forgive us – Sometimes I forget about important things in my patients’ lives.  Sometimes I don’t know you’ve had surgery or that your sister comes to see me as well.  Sometimes I avoid people because I don’t want to admit my limitations.  Be patient with me – I usually know when I’ve messed up, and if you know me well I don’t mind being reminded.  Well, maybe I mind it a little.

A reminder for doctors…this is a two-way street. Forgive us for being, in your eyes, too pushy. We’re probably at the end of our ropes trying to cope with not only the demands of our illnesses but also with the lives we want to have. We don’t want to be constantly reminded that we are our own best hope because everyone else has better things to do than work with us.

Chronically ill means life is inherently different and most likely harder than for someone who is relatively healthy. As doctors are generally “healthy,” it stands to reason that while they can empathize with a chronically ill patient, they really do not understand how hard we fight every. single. day. We are plagued by stereotypes placed upon our heads by doctors. Our insurance companies know us by name because we are constantly battling to find the less sucky part of the road. And just when we think we have found “the one” who will listen and learn and try to help us, we discover….

That the reality is doctors have “solvable” problems that allow them to feel successful rather than helping people obtain the best quality of life possible when living with chronic illness.

Here’s the link to the original letter:

 

http://more-distractible.org/musings/2010/07/14/a-letter-to-patients-with-chronic-disease

 

Marginalized in the Middle: A Rebuttal to the NYT Article on “Beating” #Autism

I wish I could speak this eloquently!

 

Marginalized in the Middle: A Rebuttal to the NYT Article on “Beating” #Autism.

Dear Doctor…

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

Dear Doctor,

I really wish you could understand that the human body is an ecosystem. Everything that happens affects every part of the human body. It’s not as simple as fix this and everything will be fine. Your fixes have frequently created more problems in my ecosystem. And, by the way, each ecosystem is unique and responds differently than any other ecosystem out there.

If only you could pull all the information I have about my ecosystem into your head and see what my life really looks like. Maybe you would stop guessing so much. Perhaps you could admit that you don’t understand and need to study things some more. On a shooting star, I wish you’d stop telling me that all my problems are psychosomatic. I have consented to your tests, hospital stays, blood draws and office visits so you could have data you knew how to quantify and draw conclusions from. Now all I want is for you to follow through and do your job.

That’s right. Do. Your. Job. Use your powers of inquiry that got you into your chosen profession. Stop limiting yourself to the narrow box that has come to define your idea of disease. It’s rumored that we use less than 20% of our brain’s capacity. Imagine what you could do by committing even 1% more to solving the mysteries of my life.

Stop complaining about me wanting answers. Stop denying me basic medical care because you don’t believe I have any illnesses. Stop reading just one line of my chart and spend a few minutes seeing where I’ve been to help me get to where I’m going. Stop treating me like I’m an idiot and have no idea. Stop trying to use terminology you think I won’t understand in an effort to “satisfy” my line of questioning. Just STOP.

Before you start griping about me, think about how you would feel being on the receiving end of your statements. Think about what it’s like to be told you are purposefully making yourself sick. Think about the impact your words will have on me. I came to you because I wanted help and hopefully answers. Not because my self-esteem needed another hit.

Act. Tell me your theories. Give me space to tell you my experience, which may answer more questions that you have. Apply your knowledge and realize that my ecosystem is rather precariously balanced. Don’t just toss out random lines of thought. Do your research and be ready to DISCUSS, not tell, the information. You see, I’m not quite the idiot you make me out to be. Maybe that’s what knocked you off course and made you think it’s all in my head. Just a hint…while I may not have a medical degree, I’ve been sick long enough to know my own symptoms AND to recognize where you are blowing smoke up an orifice.

Sincerely,
The Patient You Blew Off Today

Undercover Autistic: on disclosing autism in the (academic) workplace

I’ve been undercover most of my life. Now I’m “out” I can read pieces like this and vigorously nod my head in agreement.

 

Undercover Autistic: on disclosing autism in the (academic) workplace.

Autism…It’s not an epidemic

I’ve had a few months now to come to terms with my diagnosis. In a way, I guess I’ve always known. I was labeled gifted in 1973…kindergarten for me. Throughout school, I remember the run ins with teachers, the compassionate few that took me under their wing and, well, the bullies. I was a special education teacher until my other health issues got to be too much to juggle with a job. From that perspective, I can honestly tell you that I think we have made great strides toward including learners of all abilities. However, the overall system is still in place. As are the teachers who don’t understand things, the compassionate few who guide instead of punish and, well, the bullies. In spades.

I keep bringing up bullies because that behavior is so prevalent in American society (might be in others, but I don’t have personal experience there). Really, would it be so hard for people to just stop thinking solely about themselves and consider the impact of their behavior and words on others? There is a social media meme that states “Kindness is free. Just sprinkle that stuff everywhere!”

I don’t think it would be that hard to think before you say or act. Forty years ago, that’s how kids were raised. I’m not going to lapse into a “good old days” speech because while I believe in boundaries, sometimes I saw kids whose boundaries were so tightly defined, they suffocated. Parenting requires effort and balance.

In case you’re wondering by now…there is a reason for the title of this blog. One of the biggest bullies in the Autism community is at it again. You’ve probably heard about Autism Speaks by now. If not, feel free to search the web. You’ll find lots of information, both pro and con. For me personally, Autism Speaks does not speak for me. I can see why some families want a cure and if that’s for you, ok. But like everything else, I don’t think it should be forced on people. If you weren’t prepared to raise a child who may be different from you in behavior, beliefs or any other way, you probably ought not to have children. Every little human eventually grows up. They may or may follow in your footsteps. Accepting that different is okay will go a long way towards sprinkling kindness.

Autism Speaks actively negates all the good things Autistic individuals are capable of doing in their lifetimes. I know many Autistics that are quite accomplished by society’s standards and even more who are successful in their chosen pursuits. Yes, these individuals are primarily what is now considered “high functioning” under the spectrum diagnosis forced on us by the DSM-V. I really struggle with that verbiage. It allows organizations like Autism Speaks to propagandize against Autistics with impunity. Now we’re all “suffering” from a “disease” that is an “epidemic.”

Curious? Check out http://autismwomensnetwork.org/film-review-of-documentary-sounding-the-alarm-battling-the-autism-epidemic/. I can’t watch the “documentary” without getting really angry. I want you to substitute the word “cancer” for Autism and see how you feel by the end. Because that is what is implied…an epidemic in need of a cure. Oddly enough, the only part where adults are asked anything is a segment about :30 seconds long. As I said, all little humans grow up. We aren’t “cured” when we turn 18. We don’t develop powers of invisibility. I’m still here as are thousands of individuals who grew up Autistic.

Honestly, if I wasn’t being singled out for Autism, I would have been singled out for something else as I was growing up. Proof? Autistics attended separate schools when I was younger. Remember, the education laws everyone holds up now were enacted in 1974. That means about the time I hit high school, I saw my first “disabled” student in my own school. I wasn’t diagnosed Autistic. I was gifted and quirky. There’s a reason I started college at 16…I couldn’t stand the one size fits all high school I attended. My teachers disliked me. My fellow students shunned me (there are 3 friends from high school on my social media page). It was a living hell.

Read the review. Think about what you could do differently. Sprinkle kindness and sow acceptance. We’re all in this together and if you’d like things to change, remember the change has to start with YOU!

Guinea Pig

As I’m writing this, I’m hooked up to machines and having blood drawn every hour. I’m a
“research subject” at the medical facility I’m currently calling home. I didn’t know this until a few minutes ago. I knew they were running tests to see if they could figure things out, but no one told me I’d be the test subject.

I’m not sure how I feel about this. On one hand, I’m contributing to the knowledge base for the greater good. Perhaps someone who comes along after me can benefit from this experience. Theoretically, I’ll benefit from more in-depth study of what’s going on in my body and possibly find the best treatment.  But there is still a sense of “wtf” did no one tell me that they don’t really have a clue and I’m the first person they’ve had an opportunity to study.

Oh, and I questioned what the nurses were doing because it wasn’t what I signed up for. I dragged the truth out of an nurse…mainly because I refused to agree to treatment until they could explain why they were doing these tests. I know, blackmail is the strongest currency out there. You want my data, then tell me why or I’m out.

So, once again, caveat emptor. Read the Fine Print. Ask questions until you understand. No one else will do it for you. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll understand and appreciate all the guinea pigs that went before you.

 

 

Black Sheep

Growing up, I always heard the expression black sheep of the family. I came to understand that it meant those who didn’t conform. Conforming is so ingrained in our culture that anyone who doesn’t “fit” soon finds out they’re not a member of the club.

Personally, I think black sheep are beautiful., both literally and figuratively. They’re uncommon enough that people post pictures of them on social media saying “look what I found!” And they’re common enough that we seem to find each other on a regular basis.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with being a black sheep. We’re funny, repositories of useless information ( Usually blackmail material on our families) and always looking for new things to do. If there’s trouble to be had, we’ll find it.

Embrace your inner black sheep. You know you have one. Bring it out and see who else finds it beautiful. I think you’d be surprised at how many people you though were pure as the driven snow and yet have that funny dark streak down their backs. Closet black sheep are especially fun, because they don’t see the humor in their situation.

Love your quirks, tics and oddities. They are what makes you, well, you. The world would be very boring indeed if all we had were plain white sheep.

RTFP

Over time, you learn more about things going on around you, just because they are part of your life experience. If you take the opportunities to learn, then your knowledge base because both wide and deep. Unfortunately, some people fail to learn and consequently are doomed to repeat their mistakes a la “Groundhog Day.”

As I write this, I am sitting in an outpatient surgical center waiting for my husband to have a relatively minor procedure done. All around me are the standard warnings about wearing a mask if you have cold/flu symptoms. Wash your hands frequently. Make sure your trash is thrown away. Big, bold signs with pictures for those who can’t comprehend the words.

Moving into the pre-op holding area I see more signs. The “5 Moments of Hand Washing” is particularly prominent. I guess this is where the downside to being medically involved comes in. The pre-op nurse appears to not understand the importance of basic sanitation. I didn’t see her wash her hands even once. She pulled on gloves…and then picked things up off the floor. She pre-filled syringes of lidocaine and dropped them into a workstation drawer. She dropped an IV set on the floor and picked it up for later use. Sharps were thrown in the trash instead of a sharps container. The whole time I wanted to say something, but I’m trying to not freak out on my husband, who I’m sure is freaking out in his own way.

To answer your question…I’m sure these centers work great for most people. Personally, I’ve had the “it only takes one germ to kill you” lecture many, many times. You won’t find me signing up for this. It’s really kind of scary how casual the staff is here. Maybe I’m just hyper-aware. Constantly on alert for ways to reduce the risks I face every day. Yeah, I’m probably over reacting and high strung.

But, there it is. RTFP- read the fine print. In this case, just read the print. Make sure you understand what’s going on around you. Speak up. Don’t just randomly agree to things. We all have a stake in improving things. Anything from the safety of our vulnerable members of society to ensuring our personal safety. Don’t go quietly into the night. I will be filling out the satisfaction questionnaire when it shows up in the mail. After all, if you don’t make any effort to enact change, who will?

New Autism Speaks Masterpost (Updated 6/20/14)

I don’t usually reblog, but this piece contains so much information about Autism Speaks that needs to become more widely known. I highly advise people to thoroughly research the charities they support to ensure your hard earned money is being put to use the way you think it is by your chosen charity.

 

New Autism Speaks Masterpost (Updated 6/20/14).

Options

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.~ Winston Churchill

I had another doctor’s appointment today. Another specialist who is referring me to yet another specialist. Some days it seems like an endless road of cobblestones with the all too frequent speed bumps. I know I’m not alone on this journey. Many of my social media contacts seem to have similar paths. I read their updates and laugh/cry with them. I’ve met many of them in person now and am constantly amazed at how much people cope with on a daily basis.

Today my new specialist asked me how I could be so clinical and calm when describing my health. I must have looked weary as well since she asked me how many times I had repeated my history. Truth be known, I’ve lost count. I’ve been ill since 2000 and “chronically” ill since 2010. My life changed. I can’t do some things anymore. I’ve discovered new pursuits to replace the ones I’ve had to cross off. My coping mechanisms are wide in scope since I have so many things to deal with. Yes, I am clinical. It’s actually one of my ways of dealing with the speed bumps.

What I find interesting is how different people look at their circumstances. I have one friend whose battle cry is “Quality over Quantity!” This friend is determined to live a full life, however long it is. I read their updates and find myself hoping it’s a long one. The sheer will to keep getting up day after day, never knowing how beat down you’ll be at the end of the day, is a testament to the strength of the human spirit.

And I know other people who see what I envision as small challenges melt into a hot mess. Their response to a stubbed toe is worthy of an Oscar for Best Acting. Yes, I find myself chuckling and restraining myself from posting something sarcastic. I keep telling myself that I haven’t walked in their shoes and shouldn’t judge. But, really. I have a hard time sympathizing with you over a cold that lasts THREE WHOLE DAYS when I have weeks where I struggle to stay out of the hospital.

Then there are my “in between” friends. They triumph over challenges and quietly mention their latest success. They write about things that bug them and a few days later post about how it’s amazing the way things work out.  I read about their kids and family members and cheer them on. Again, seeing the human spirit in action is an amazing thing.

So what am I talking about in this blog post? Attitude. There’s a whole lot of “not fun” in this world. there’s also a lot of great opportunities. People who get hung up on the “not fun” parts absorb that attitude and, in a way, make their own lives “not fun.” I used to be one of those people. There was a time when I would have stayed in bed all day because of a cold. I’d bemoan my stuffed up nose and feather-filled head. Even in the early years of being ill, I’d do an “oh poor me” schtick for anyone who would listen.

Now, I see things differently. I weigh whether the level of “not fun” is worth doing an activity. I speak up and tell people what activities I can do without experiencing too much “not fun” as a consequence. Ever so slowly, my friends are picking up on my cues. More people are becoming less fearful about including me in activities. I like to think it’s because I’ve put them at ease. That maybe they have learned that while I’m ill, I’m still a person who needs companionship. I can still do many things. Sometimes it’s mind over body if I really want to do something.

It comes down to attitude. We have to make peace with our past, cherish our todays and celebrate our tomorrows. That’s what I told the specialist today. The look on her face was one of astonishment. And we proceeded to map our the next plan of action to deal with the latest issue. I encourage you to continue moving forward, head held high, facing the challenges with grace and dignity. It’s your call.