Grounded again.

November 16, 2020 at 3:30 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Here we are, on lockdown eve once again. Everyone’s tired of wearing masks and staying home. So am I.

But, this time, there is actually daylight on the horizon, in the form of long-awaited vaccines that should finally become available in the next months. I say finally, because 10 months is a long time to hunker down without one. It’s certainly NOT because the vaccine has taken a long time in drug-development terms. This is practically overnight with regard to the normal speed of new drug development and approval.

With that in mind, can we not just endure a bit longer? Have your Thanksgiving dinner when you can be thankful your whole family is vaccinated and as safe as possible. Use grocery pickup instead of in-store shopping. And do you really need to do your christmas shopping now, or can you wait like you usually do until 24 hours ahead of time.

Also, Black Friday is only called that because it’s the day most retailers finally go in the black for the year. I guarantee that is not happening at most places on the Friday after Thanksgiving. So just stay home, or buy online. Or wear your mask to some local retail shop without a lot of customers, and support them instead.

I get it. It makes me feel a little more human to be around other people, even if they are total strangers in a supermarket. Or random people at the gym. And the community of worship doesn’t feel the same via zoom, or without the singing. And talking to family over the phone is just not a substitute for seeing them in person.

However, I speak from experience when I say that you can do anything for a month. You can put up with people you hate, do things that make you want to vomit, work a retail store from open to close every day, work a 30-hour shift every other day. Frankly, wearing a mask and socially isolating is among the easier things that life can ask of you. The job you do every day is probably harder than that.

Frankly, if we had all been socially responsible all along, we might have avoided this shutdown. But we weren’t, and now we’re grounded. At least we get to keep our phone and TV privileges.

Two kinds of pharmacists

November 9, 2020 at 6:33 pm | Posted in pharmacy | Leave a comment

This post was written March 13, 2009 at 0437. I was working nights as a pharmacist at a small local hospital in Seattle while going through the Match for the second time.

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There was a med error recently at Outside Hospital. I was involved only tangentially, having received a phone call about the fact that a particular patient’s meds hadn’t shown up on her pre-printed medication administration record, when the order had been faxed down to us on the previous shift. My standard way of dealing with a call like that is to look on the patient’s profile and see if we’ve entered them. If we have, we try and sort out whey they didn’t show up on the MAR.

Sometimes it’s just a communication delay between my system and the one that prints out the MAR.

Sometimes it’s because the regimen has an extra-long dosing interval, and the person on our end entered it in such way that it won’t show up until the day that next dose is due. In that case, I fix it so it shows up on the MAR but also shows that no dose is due that day.

But most often the order is simply not entered at all. In which case, I ask them to fax me the order. I don’t accept secondhand verbal orders unless it involves a situation where the small delay involved in writing it down and faxing it to me would affect patient outcome. Which is the correct and legal way to practice in a hospital setting. There was somewhat of a learning curve at this hospital about this particular practice, but it only takes one miscommunicated order to make the point. So I will only enter a verbal order in a hospital setting if it comes from the prescriber him- or herself. In which case, I’m going to be writing it myself, so by definition it’s going to say the same thing as what I’m entering on the profile.

Conversely, there are some things I will attend to urgently even if they are not ordered that way. First doses of IV antibiotics for any patient, or an initial pressor or sedative drip for an ICU patient. Things like that, where rapid treatment can significant improve outcomes. And I have no problem telling a nurse that if she has orders for both an octreotide and a PPI drip on a patient who’s been admitted for an acute GI bleed, and doesn’t have enough lines to give them both at the same time, she needs to do whatever is necessary to get another line started, because simply not giving one of them is not an acceptable solution to the problem. And if she doesn’t want to take my word for it, she is welcome to call the attending right now at 2am and ask which one she should hold, because that decision is outside her scope of practice.

These kinds of things are exactly why I went to school for seven years, have an alphabet soup after my name, and get paid a lot. I can also start that IV, if necessary, but that’s outside my scope of practice.

So that’s my process. Things get triaged according to their effect on patient outcomes. It’s not that I’m uninterested in customer service, it’s just that my customer is the patient, not the nurse or the doctor. But I work fast, so in reality I rarely have to triage order entry to any significant extent. Usually by the time the nurse has paged me to let me know about an urgent order, I’ve already entered it. The tricky part of my job is triaging my technician’s work, to get things made and delivered in the appropriate time frame for whatever’s going on with that patient. There are basically five drug distribution processes in this pharmacy:

1) Point-of-care inventory management (i.e. Pyxis loading and restocking)
2) Normal batch production and delivery
3) Exception processing (drips and first doses)
4) Stop what you’re doing and get this drug to the patient within 10 minutes
5) I go to the bedside and dispense meds/make drips out of the crash cart/pull stuff from the Pyxis to be entered and charged later.

My tech does 1-3, and will prepare the meds for #4 which I then deliver. I deliver because when I’m hanging around waiting to take the meds up, it makes a stronger point about how quickly I want it done. And my tech has two speeds: steady and thorough, and slightly faster than that. Whereas I’m either working super fast, or goofing off. We get similar amounts of work done, but she always looks like she’s working hard, and I usually look like I’m not.

So the other night I got a call about meds that weren’t on the MAR. They hadn’t been entered, so I asked the nurse to fax them to me, which she did. The entire med list was composed of wacky meds and doses, so I entered the ones that looked reasonable, and checked the patient’s past admissions and ER visits for information about the others. Not getting any good answers, I went upstairs and wrote an order to hold the meds in question pending clarification.

Unfortunately, that’s really all I remember clearly about it. But apparently when the order was sent down previously, all the meds were entered on another patient’s profile, and on top of that, one order was entered for a look-alike, sound-alike drug with a totally different use and mechanism of action, which unfortunately is not a benign thing to give a patient who doesn’t need it. And the patient got it, resulting in an event that prolonged hospitalization. Of course, it didn’t help matters that the nurse had misspelled the drug name on the order form, which made it even more easily mistaken for the other drug. In addition, the dosages for the two drugs have exactly a tenfold difference, making it even more difficult to determine whether it was the dose that was written in error, or the drug name.

Given those facts, it would be reasonable to ask, why didn’t I make that mistake when I got that same order? Mostly experience, I think, with a generous helping of pharmaceutical fascism. Part of the reason I looked at the ER records was to help me figure out which one of the two possible medications the patient was actually taking. The other drugs on the list gave no clue about which diagnosis was more likely, and given all the other mistakes, I was pretty sure the nurse who’d filled it out had no idea, either. But this level of carefulness is not any sort of practice standard. It’s just that I don’t enter things that don’t make sense to me, and this patient’s home meds simply didn’t.

In any event, the pharmacist who did enter the order is a new graduate, and probably will not sleep well or practice confidently for some time to come. It’s a horrible feeling, the first time you make a big mistake like that. Really any time, because hopefully it’s not so frequent that you ever become blase about it. But the first time is the worst. You just want to go hide somewhere and never practice pharmacy again. And you’re convinced that no one else has ever made such a horrendous mistake, ever.

But most pharmacists have. As one of my preceptors said to me back when I was a pharmacy intern, There are only two kinds of pharmacists out there: those who have made a mistake, and those who will. Anyone who says otherwise is either lying to you, or lying to themselves.

Tiny Violins

November 9, 2020 at 5:32 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

This post was originally written in December of 2010, but I held off publishing it, even privately, for reasons that should be obvious.

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I’m about 6 weeks into this whole running experiment. Although officially I’m only done with week 3 of the couch to 5K program. I’m going super-slow because, in my estimation, my risk of injury is a lot higher than that of most people. I spent about 2 weeks on week 1 of the program, just because I was SO out of shape, and SO new to high-impact exercise. For those of you who don’t know, I’ve had rheumatoid arthritis since I was 17, and that’s approximately the last time both my feet ever left the ground at the same time during a workout. I’ve walked, and swam, used Stairmasters and elliptical machines, weight machines, balance balls, you name it. There’s not much in the low-impact category that I haven’t tried. But I’ve never been a runner.

Like 30 hour shifts in medicine, it was something I assumed was beyond my body’s capability to do, and so I didn’t try. I continued doing the kind of exercise I had done before developing RA. My doctor always said to rest instead of exercising, but my joints always felt dramatically better after exercising than they did after resting. I was a teenager at the time, so I did what made me feel better, instead of what the doctor said to do. There were days when my joints were so swollen and uncomfortable that they felt too unstable to use. But once the swelling went down enough to move the joint a reasonable amount, about half its normal range of motion, exercising at that point made the rest of the swelling go away faster, and kept it away longer. This was critical for me, because my RA was really bad.

Looking back, it was fortunate that I was in such excellent shape physically when I first got it. Joint inflammation produces a distinctly different kind of pain than that of muscle breakdown and repair. And I was familiar enough with the latter to know that the new pain was abnormal, and that something was really wrong with me. It usually takes anywhere from one to four years for a patient to get a diagnosis and start appropriate therapy for RA. For me, it took about six weeks from my initial development of symptoms until I was referred to a rheumatologist, and another two or three weeks till the actual appointment. That’s about two months from symptoms to diagnosis.

That’s also indicative of how rapidly progressive it was. I went from having one small inflamed joint to raging inflammation in nearly all of them in the space of 2-3 months. It was clearly either RA or lupus, and the early treatment was the same for both at the time.

Since then, it’s been a long battle between my immune system and the latest anti-inflammatory medications. Over the long haul, I’m winning, mainly because I have big guns in my corner, and an understanding of exactly how far it’s safe to push each of my joints over a whole range of levels of inflammation. I’d say the hardest part of college, for me, was simply learning how to function throughout the whole span of variation in limitation that I have, and simultaneously learning to manage the illness.  And what I’ve seen, over and over in my life, is that there are very few things I can’t do as well as someone without RA.  There are things people won’t let me do, because they don’t believe I can.  And there are things it took me a long time to try, because I didn’t believe I could.

It’s a developmental task most other people are exempt from.

But as I get older, more and more of my friends are having similar problems as I did 20 years ago. Meanwhile mine haven’t progressed too much. So, friends, welcome to my world!

Brought to you by the letter J

November 9, 2020 at 5:07 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I’m back! I was writing on another blog, but it’s been suggested, by those who know I’m the author here, that this one is better. It also has an associated Twitter account. Yeah, your guess is as good as mine on that one.

Of note, there has still been no hurricane with my name.

I’ll migrate my other posts and update my author information in due time. Since most of this writing is over 10 years old, hopefully it won’t ruin anyone’s life to make myself known. It’s much easier to write frankly when you are technically anonymous. So I need to make peace with my prior writing before owning it formally. Hopefully you understand. If anyone can identify themselves and would like me to tone something down or remove it, now’s your chance. Just contact me, and I’ll do so, while keeping your contact confidential.

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