Sunday, October 25, 2009

On not knowing everything………


We make decisions every day, most of them without any consequence at all. What are you having for lunch? Going for vacation? Getting your friend for Christmas? These decisions may take a lot of our time, but the outcomes do not usually make a large difference in our lives. What happens when the decision has greater implications? What happens when your decisions may impact the health and welfare of others? How comfortable are you with the unknown? When you clearly do not know something does it make you uncomfortable? Does it make a difference if this is public or private ignorance?


In medicine we often have a chance to review these thoughts as we go in to the ‘office’. As a family physician, often you are seeing the undifferentiated, the patient who has not been seen before for the problem at hand. These patients could have anything, and often do. This is the heart and soul of family medicine, and more than anything else, it is this aspect of the profession that I often find the most difficult in the long hours of the night.


When students ask me what they should do for a living, I often ask them how much tolerance they have for the ‘gray zone’ of family medicine. By the time that they have spent six weeks with me in the hospital and clinic, I usually have a good feeling for their tolerance of the uncertainty that caresses every action of your day. Those with minimal tolerance are encouraged to pursue specialties where, to quote one of my local dermatologists, you can ‘know more and more about less and less’. This whittling of the number of problems that you are responsible for allows you to focus in on a subset of problems and become expert in these diseases. You learn to recognize the intricate variability of a presentation of each of those diseases, learning the common and uncommon presentation of ‘your special illnesses’. When a patient arrives in your office with a consultation, your role it to determine if this patient represents one of these diseases or not, provide advice on the management of the disease if it is in your realm, and if the patient does not have anything in your specialty identify what they do not have and return them to the referring physician. As a family physician, these patients are often back into you office with a long list of what they do not have and you are back to square 1.2 where you restart your diagnostic processes again, the gray zone of uncertainty has returned.


Students who truly relish the gray zone, exhibit significant comfort in the zone, and are willing to work hard to develop tools to improve their work in this zone become the rural physicians of old. These folks work on ‘gut’ instincts at times taking a chance on a hunch when the data is not always there, but the feeling that you have is undeniable. This is a skill that some are born with, but most develop over time as a side effect of lessons learned. These lessons come through every patient that passes through our clinic, every specialist report that lands on the desk, every specialized test that you have ordered. What is important is how you supplement this instinct, and that is something that has changed over the last years.


In 1996 I worked in a small rural clinic at Dugway Proving Ground in the west desert of Utah. I had received the minimum training needed to not be outright dangerous to people, but I had hardly received what would be called sufficient training. In this location I performed the duties of a rural family physician, taking care of any and all that came through my doors. In my examination room I kept a copy of the Merck Manual so that I had the best compact source of information to assist me with the diagnosis and treatment of my patients. It served to help me fill in the large gaps in my knowledge base as I saw my patients, and I often took it off the shelf while the patient was sitting on the table. I knew what my limitations were, and had no difficulties letting the patients know that my fund of knowledge had definite limitations. This was one of the driving forces behind my desire to expand my knowledge base, complete my training, and my enthusiasm for on-line evidence based medicine.

In order to work well in a rural clinic and do so without waiting years to develop the fund of knowledge that comes from practice, you must have a series of tools at your disposal to help you shrink this zone of uncertainty. For my part, DynaMed, PubMed, and ePocrates serve as my peripheral brain. They help fill in the gaps in my knowledge base, remind me of things I once knew, and help me to become a better physician. Despite these tools, there are still times when you find yourself faced with patients for whom you simply run out of good ideas. These patients are the ones who haunt you as you sleep.

As a family physician, even the presence of these tools may leave you with a patient for whom you still do not have an answer. These are the patients that drive you to study more, to deepen you fund of knowledge. These are the patients that leave you with a feeling of inadequacy as you pull on your hair at night trying to figure out what may ultimately be unknowable. In a rural setting, this absence of knowing can eat at you as you see the patient routinely and feel you inadequacy tugging at your sense of self. What is left is often something very different than you might want something somber and reflective as you look back on the day a thoughtful player in this world.






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Saturday, October 10, 2009

Fresh Pressed Cider and other Glories Fall




Dew has been coating every outdoor surface for the last few weeks, the folks in town have experienced a couple of light frosts, trees have exploded with vibrant color, and my usual attire has been modified to include my waxed cotton fedora and rain jacket. Fall has arrived on the island my friends, and with it comes the annual apple harvest, a true treasure of the season. Fortunately for us, there is a local orchard that is just down the road, and on my route to and from work.




Apples are something that I was not expecting to find all that different. After all, an apple is an apple right? Well, I must admit, that was prior to tasting apples fresh from the tree. The apple season starts around the end of September with the earliest apples being the Jona’s Red. These apples are exceptionally juicy. When they are fresh picked, they are crunchy and sweet. They soften over 3 days by which time the juice can be seen running down chins as people enjoy them. Just about the time you are really getting used to having them fresh daily, their season is over and the Cortlands and Honeycrisps have arrived followed quickly by the Spartans and MacIntosh. It is apple heaven, and the arrival of the MacIntosh heralds the arrival of fresh pressed cider.




Let’s talk about cider for a moment. If your image of cider is from a large glass jug in the store, then you are as mistaken as I was regarding the joys of fresh cider. The cider from our neighborhood orchard is pressed and slightly filtered but not pasteurized. It is a blend of the late season apples and has a crisp sweet-tart flavor that is extremely refreshing. Like the apples, it is here for a short while and then gone again. It is like the harvest season, it arrives with a bang and is out the door almost as quickly.




The fall also marks the harvest season for the crops you have nurtured along all summer. Our little garden has treated us well, and with a little luck I can extend the season through until the snow flies. We have had plenty of broccoli, bell peppers, lettuce, and jalapenos from the garden for the last 2 months. I planted things in succession so the crops have arrived in a staggered fashion preventing us from being overwhelmed by any single crop (jalapenos excepted). The tomatoes have had a bit of a rough time, primarily due to my late planting and a cool wet summer. We have gotten some from the vines, but for the most part they have remained green and firm, teasing us with their unrealized potential. The carrots have gotten long and firm, growing deep into the loose soil, and I was genuinely surprised by the number of potatoes that I was able to harvest from four small plants. The corn looked great, but we let it sit out one night to many and the raccoons came through and helped themselves to every stalk, lesson learned. Thankfully, the local vegetable stand (Webb’s vegetables) had plenty of corn for us and they did not get raided by varmints. Their stand has gone from offering lettuce and corn to late season tomatoes and pumpkins. It is a popular spot on the main highway and they are always busy with customers dropping by for weekly produce for as long as Webb’s can keep it coming.


Of course another glory of the fall is the exuberant display of color the trees put on when the days begin to shorten. My favorite color has to be the vibrant red and fluorescent orange of the sugar maples. These line the roadway on my drive to work so I find that I must focus exceptionally hard on my driving so as not to be distracted by the show. It we are lucky and the winds do not blow too hard too soon, the color will stay around for a month. Like everything else, it will pass quickly so you have to enjoy the moment while it is here. That is the lesson of the island for us for the last year, and we are making the most of the moment while it is here.