IgE-nough already!

Allergies suck.

NewFNP, while having perfect blood pressure and pure, blissful euglycemia, is plagued with allergies.  All manners of cats, grasses and trees lead to newFNP's desire to scratch her eyes out with pitchforks and occasion a series of sneezes so violent that a lesser woman might wet herself.  These unfortunate symptoms seem mild when compared with newFNP's food allergies.  

While newFNP's aforementioned environmental allergies began in childhood, her food allergies started as an adult.  Apples and tomatoes were the first to develop and were made worse by newFNP's daily consumption of both snacks prior to figuring out that they were the causes of her swollen, vesicled lips.  Nectarines are the most recent victim of newFNP's jacked up immune system.

Why is it that newFNP could not be allergic to a fruit that she is not so fond of, such as papaya or naval oranges?  Hell, newFNP would even trade in satsumas if she could have apples back.  The only thing that made her evolving food allergies tolerable was her super hot allergist at her grad school's health center.  

NewFNP, however, is lucky as far as food allergies go.  Not-a-once has she experienced that dreadful tingling in the throat, angioedema and pruritis - to say nothing of the hypotension and polyuria - that are hallmarks of an anaphylactoid reaction.

The crappy thing about a food allergy is that one can enjoy something, such as a Pink Lady apple, for her whole life and then all of the sudden become sensitized to it.  The next bite triggers the reaction and from then on such an unfortunate soul must find another healthful snack.

So goes her thirty-odd year old patient who has, until now, enjoyed a lifetime of grapes.  

Delicious, full of polyphenols, easily transportable and a major component of wine = newFNP's seal of approval.  That is, except for when they cause your eyes, lips, tongue, soft palate and throat to swell up like you just walked into a beehive and you come into newFNP's clinic with a touch of respiratory difficulty, not yet distress.

For the first time in over three years, newFNP opened the crash cart and delivered 50mg IM of Benadryl to this gentleman's gluteus maximus.  

Truth be told, newFNP wasn't really expecting that he would perk up so quickly.  Within minutes, his tongue and palate were back to normal size and his previously swollen shut right eye was open and clear.  Lungs were perfect and respirations were not strained. 

Benadryl, people, is a wonder drug.  NewFNP kept him in the clinic for a few hours and monitored him repeatedly.  She wrote him a prescription for an EpiPen, tested him for other food allergies, told him to stay the hell away from grapes, gave him some Benadryl and precautions/ instructions for the road, and told him to come back for his lab results, sooner prn.  

Grapes. 

What needs to develop is an allergy to McNuggets and Shamrock Shakes, to hot wings and chicharrones, but not to lovely fruit.  

Half full

NewFNP is either the luckiest or the unluckiest mamacita to ever roam the streets of her urban metropolis in a sweet Toyota Prius.

NewFNP would be hard-pressed, on any given day, to call herself an optimist.  This is especially so when she is frigging swamped with patients and when her MA is doing a dump of a job instead of her usual pretty awesome job.

But then newFNP has a night like tonight and she realizes that she is, in fact, a glass is half full kind of gal indeed.  But she isn't some fucking Pollyanna goody-two-shoes softie so put away your hankies.

NewFNP had finished a muy rico Cuban dinner with friends and left the festivities a little early to head home in order to be well-rested for her 8AM dental appointment.  In order to get from her friend's house to hers, newFNP has to drive through a not so savory area.  But seriously, who gives a fuck?!?  She wasn't planning on stopping and she works in a ghetto way crappier than this area.

Well, all of her plans of an uneventful drive home were shot to hell when some a-hole ran a red light, hit her sweet hybrid and sent newFNP literally spinning through the fucking intersection.  Although there were many, many other cars in the intersection, she was not hit by a single one during her tilt-a-whirl intersection adventure.  

She was hit on the driver's side, but is not at all hurt.  

The driver kept going.  Asshole.  Seriously.  100% certified asshole.

As this occurred in a super-crappy area, one of the witnesses waited with newFNP until the police arrived.  Really cool, right?  Big shout out to A.T. in the Google t-shirt for her total decentness and humanity.  

Well, what is not cool is when you're in a super big accident and you're in a shitty neighborhood waiting for the cops and some dickhead teenage gangsters start throwing fruit at you.

What.  The.  Fuck?  NewFNP kind of wanted to go vigilante on them, but what is she going to do?  Hit them over the head with her fancy university coffee mug?

NewFNP made it home safely after having filed a police report with some super cool lady officers.  They took the hit and run's bumper - sans license plate - and hubcap for evidence.   Does the manufacturer put a VIN on a hubcap?  No, right?  Oh, that would be some sweet justice.

This is the second time that newFNP has been involved in a major hit & run in a crappy area of town.  The first time, her car was in the shop for three months.  It was a $14,000 repair.  NewFNP was peppered with flying glass yet walked away unscathed, if not a little shaken.  

Today, she did a wide-arced 180 in a busy intersection and is not even sore.

NewFNP is lucky.  And it's nice to realize that she is, in fact, an optimist after all.

That tune might change, however, when she writes yet another $500 deductible check to the repair shop.  Crate and Barrel Petrie chair, you'll just have to wait.

Neti's Girl

It is not often that newFNP falls ill, but when she does, said illness tends to knock her on her ass.  The convalescence is short, but miserable - especially when it falls on a beautiful sunny Saturday.  

This period of debilitating lack of energy brought newFNP to a couple of realizations.

For one, newFNP is fucking over not having cable.  Who, in their darkest hours of viral illness, should be further traumatized by having to watch network Saturday TV?  Sure, newFNP could have read, but if she is too exhausted to order Thai delivery because it would require her walking downstairs to retrieve her Tom Yum Gai, she is too freaking tired to read.  Seriously, it's not like newFNP has People and Us Weekly lying around. 

It was somewhere during the 8-hour Lipstick Jungle internet streaming marathon that newFNP realized that cable and a DVR were in order.  November 22 cannot get here soon enough.  This is not to say that LJ is a bad show as far as S&TC rip-offs go.  NewFNP had never seen it before and thinks that Lindsay Price is as cute as the day is long.  She was thrilled to see her Crate & Barrel couch in Nico's office.  But don't let that clean white upholstery or the Crate & Barrel sales people fool you - the flawless white upholstery does not remain pristine, even in newFNP's childless, petless home.

For two, the excruciatingly embarrassing neti pot is a must have for any illness involving sinus fullness/mucus/overall disgusting head cold repulsiveness.  It is a shameful bathroom entity which, like moustache bleach/wax and corn removal tools, should be hidden whenever guests of the romantic nature are visiting.  But, man alive, does it ever work.

NewFNP is on the mend, so much so that, after finishing the Sunday NYT, she is planning on visiting the Nordstom half-yearly sale.  Clearly, the dawn of a new day.

Yes We Can

NewFNP expected that Obama would win as she stood in line at the polls early this chilly morning, but she must confess that the win feels so much better than she had imagined.  It is exceedingly rare that newFNP tears up when listening to a speech on TV, but tonight was an exception.  Two times she got a little misty - once for President-elect Obama's speech, and earlier during McCain's concession speech as well.  If the McCain who spoke tonight would have campaigned instead of the meanie who capitulated to his party's rightest wing time and time again, perhaps there would have been an actual Presidential race.  

Instead, a landslide.  For once, newFNP and Karl Rove's predictions were in accord.

NewFNP feels like it is truly the dawn of a new day.  She wants to bask in this good day sunshine feeling and ignore the fact that three states appear to be voting in bigotry in the form of gay marriage bans and a forth has embraced discrimination in banning unmarried "sexual partners" from adopting children.  Brad and Angelina - heads up.  Do not move to Arkansas.

But newFNP is off to bed, a smile on her face, dishes and wine glasses piled high in the sink - invigorated and hopeful for this new chapter in our history.

Yes.  We.  Can!!!

Election Eve

Oh.  My.  God.  

If newFNP never has to hear the word 'nucular' again, it will be too damned soon.  

NewFNP is so freakin excited for tomorrow and for a big Obama landslide (fingers crossed).  She will be at the polls bright and early and will be liberally abusing her clinic's personal internet use policy between every patient, monitoring the early returns.  

Oh, how newFNP loves election day.  She thinks that her friend's four-year old grandson expressed the feeling best while going through his swearing phase, declaring, "I am a fucking American!"  Watching the returns is so exciting!  It's like Oscar night for nerds.  

NewFNP had planned to cook turkey chili for the occasion, a newFNP specialty and an American favorite - pleasing in red and blue states alike.  However, she decided on seared sea scallops with herbed red potatoes (ironic, eh?) and garlic-infused baby broccoli - a more sophisticated meal perhaps better suited to the changing of the guard.  

Anyone want to come over?  

More Mirena

Again with the Mirena hatin'!  Different patient, of course.  NewFNP is trying not to take it personally.

Clearly newFNP needs to do a neurology CME to try to understand why the brain would cause a normally reasonable enough woman conclude that her headache of three days duration had its etiology in her IUD which newFNP placed a full five months ago.  

And then, what stops someone from just popping a Tylenol or two?  NewFNP finds this to be such an irony in her clinical population.  No one hesitates to borrow a penicillin or a couple of tetracycline when they have a cold or eczema or whatever.  But to take an over-the-counter analgesic - not gonna happen.  Better to just head on into the free clinic and get some Tylenol there.  

WTF?

Back that ass up

NewFNP got totally bitch-slapped by the universe.

Two months ago, she placed an IUD in a 38-year old G7P8.  This woman was certain that she was done with childbearing and that the IUD was preferable to a BTL.  NewFNP is privy to this woman's complicated social history and agreed that an IUD was a good choice.  We reviewed adverse effects and benefits, signed informed consent and went for the placement at the next visit.

The insertion went smoothly, as one might expect with a woman who has had 8 vaginal deliveries - even of her twins.   That was the last smooth experience newFNP has had with this client.

The next day, she returned to the clinic stating that she wanted newFNP to remove her IUD.  She had read the entire pamphlet and was disturbed to learn that women may have tubal pregnancies with the IUD.  Yes, newFNP explained, but women are at risk for ectopic pregnancies anyway and lowering your risk for pregnancy also lowers your risk for tubal pregnancy.  While her patient was surprised to learn that women could have pregnancies outside of the uterus, she was nonetheless unsatisfied with the IUD and wanted it out.  

NewFNP said no.  

She encouraged her patient to give the IUD some time, to think about the risks to her family and to her mental health, to say nothing of the AMA-related risks, if she were to have another pregnancy.  NewFNP told her to give it 3-6 months and if she was still unhappy, then we would again talk about removing the IUD.

She has been back three times since then.  Twice, Dr. Dual-Ivy-League-Degrees told her the same thing.  The third time, the new all-around-feather-ruffling doc told her to come back in a week and someone would take it out.  

She showed up the next day and waited for five hours for her three minute IUD removal.  NewFNP was all bunched up about taking it out and thought it would be a good learning experience for her PA student to take out the frigging thing.  

Before everyone gets all up in arms, 0f course this patient has the right to use or not use whatever family planning method she would like to use.  Of course she can have as many pregnancies as she wants to have.  But she doesn't want to be pregnant and she hasn't exactly excelled at contracepting in the past.  And now she wants to use "gel" to avoid pregnancy.  What?  Gel?  Like hair gel?  Gonna put some TRESemme up there?  Gel???  What about a fucking condom??  The pill?  The ring?  The patch?  The shot?  A diaphragm?  A tubal ligation?  There are many effective methods but gel, sister, is not one of them.

So newFNP did some alternative method counseling and got her student set up to remove the thing, fuming inside about this utterly failed attempt at decent, reliable contraception and feeling a little pissed that she was taking the IUD out.  As she maneuvered her student's instrument tray, newFNP backed up - ass-first and slightly bent over in order to visualize what her student was doing - and hit her butt on the corner of the counter in the exam room.  

Oh, the velocity of her movement.  NewFNP does not know her own strength, even when conducting a seemingly benign activity like backing up.

A shockwave ran down her leg and up her spine.  She wanted to cry out "Mother fuck!!!" but she didn't want to entirely destroy the already shaky encounter.  If this were a different kind of site, newFNP would post a picture of the impressive purple bruise that has caused her untold pain and has served to remind her about that shithole of an encounter and that her patient can do whatever she wants for birth control, that it's newFNP's job to educate, guide, encourage and prescribe, and that she should just keep her judgments to herself and take that fucking IUD out and move on.  

NewFNP knows all of this but she does want to point out that this IUD costs around $500 and that its cost-effectiveness is really not seen when someone has it for two freaking months.  

Got Gardasil?

NewFNP had two HPV-related teen pregnancy issues today.  Both were really sad and unsatisfying, both to her patients and to herself.

NewFNP's first HPV lady is a 16-year old 259-pound 35 weeker.  She has gained 47 pounds this pregnancy, far surpassing the 0-15 pounds newFNP recommended at the outset.  At pregnancy diagnosis, she had chlamydia and a low grade lesion on her pap.  NewFNP referred her for colposcopy - she didn't go.  She was scared, which is understandable, and her mom counseled her against going, which is less so.

After several visits of encouraging her to get the colposcopy to no avail, newFNP said fuck it and repeated her pap, hoping that her youth would wrestle that HPV into submission and normalize her pap.

Alas, it's now a high grade lesion.  

NewFNP resubmitted the colpo referral, acknowledged fears, stressed patients' rights and informed consent and strongly encouraged this young woman to not blow off this evaluation.  

The second 16-year old HPV lady also had chlamydia at pregnancy diagnosis and has recently been diagnosed with external condyloma acuminata, or genital warts.  You may recall newFNP noting how she had newFNP pulled out of the exam room to share this "emergency" with her.

She returned to clinic today, concerned that she had a yeast infection.  NewFNP placed her in the lithotomy position, noted the external warts - which now seem quite petite - and placed the speculum.

What greeted newFNP briefly forced her to consider that her knowledge of the female genital anatomy was really, really inadequate or like maybe she was in the wrong body cavity - a cavity she has never before seen.  The exam begged the question: what percentage of the surface area of the vaginal and cervix can be covered with condyloma before one considers c-section?  

Greater than fifty percent?  Seventy-five?  Fifty percent vag, fifty percent cervix?  This is something that is not in newFNP's textbooks.  It is likely something that one picks up from a wise mentor with years/decades of OB/GYN experience or years of your own OB/GYN clinical experience.  

NewFNP knows that there is a chance of extensive laceration and poor ability to suture the lesions during a vaginal delivery.  She assumes that this risk is increased when one's cervix is almost unrecognizable due the presence of extensive large verrucae.  And then, once the baby exits the cervix, it must make its way down the cobblestone canal-o- vaginal warts. 

Baby, keep that little toothless mouth closed!  Not that laryngeal papillomata are so common, but newFNP is just sayin'!  An ounce of prevention, ya know.  

As newFNP does not do deliveries, she arranged a consultation with the team that does.  

These young women just can't catch a break.  They have fucked up lives, fucked up parents, fucked up partners (neither of whom stuck around to support these girls during their pregnancies) and multiple STDs.  

And they're 16 and pregnant.  Mercy.

Dutch treat

NewFNP is in a bit of a pickle.  

You see, newFNP really values cute shoes.  But her plantar fasciitis is killing her.  And delicious though her sweet J. Crew Liv flats might be, they offer her no support at clinic.  And for the love of Pete, she can't wear her Cole Haan/Nike numbers each and every day!

So newFNP has been doing some thinking.  A long-articulated goal is a life of physical activity.  Sure, she tore her ACL and has a knee chock-a-block full of arthritis.  No worries - she'll just stay out of the snowboarding jump parks and enjoy the serenity of the smooth, long runs and maybe just take a little hop here and there.  And, yes, it's true that her mid-tibial tendinitis did get so severe that her physical therapist threatened to put her in the boot.  As if.  OK - so she has sacrificed her running and would now be hard pressed to run a mile although, truth be told, she hasn't recently tired.  But she wants to, goddammit, how she wants to!  And now with the fucking plantar fasciitis.

Well, she's thinking of returning to the supportive arches of the Dansko clog. Oh sweet Jesus, she feels a pang of sartorial resignation in even thinking it.  But BostonFNP wears them and looks so smart.  Dr. Dual-Ivy-League-Degrees looks cute as a button in hers.  

But newFNP will just feel like a big frump.  This is why newFNP is totally pathetic.  Who gives a fuck if she looks Dutch frumpy at work?  Only newFNP cares about that.  But she might just buy those fuckers anyway because she does not want bunions or plantar fasciitis or heel spurs or any of their associated surgical or aesthetic sequelae. 

If she goes with the patent leather option, that could be cute.  Right?  Maybe even with a new pair of AG jeans, right?  

Right?!?!!

Research + Clinic = Perfect Situation

NewFNP is going to let you in on a little secret: she likes clinical practice more than research.  That could be because newFNP has an inherent distaste for all things new or it may be because the research clinic is in a slow-as-molasses phase, but newFNP is - and boy does it ever pain her to say it - bored. 

That being said, newFNP was about to stroke out today when she had already seen 17 patients before high noon.  Or when her 16-year old pregnant math whiz had her pulled out of the exam room to talk to her about an emergency - genital warts.  

But she loved it when her absolute favorite patient, a 6-year old boy, ran down the hall to give her a big hug, show her his missing tooth and proceed to chat her up about Spongebob and Patrick and show her his perfect penmanship and numbers.  And it made her feel really useful when her 30-year old pregnant patient, who had been tearful in the exam room due to problems between her and her baby daddy, dropped newFNP an e-mail, letting her know that she was doing OK and would be in to see newFNP next week.  

NewFNP is making connections with her study patients as well, but there are three of them and newFNP works for eight hours.  Three patients, 8 hours.  Thirty-three patients, 8 hours.  For the love of sweet baby Jesus, can newFNP find a happy freaking medium?  

Anyway, making these new connections and valuing her continued connections with her clinical patients is really quite lovely.  It does bring newFNP a feeling of doing good for her community, for her individual patients and for herself.  NewFNP set out to be an NP because she wanted to have a meaningful career which brought her joy and promoted wellness in the lives of others.  Burnout sort of negated all those philosophical whimsies that newFNP had articulated for herself.

So, in sum, newFNP supposed that her current combination is working for her.  Bored or not, she does love going into work at noon three days per week.  This affords her the opportunity to go to Weezer concerts mid-week with her BFF and not be exhausted the next day.  It allows her to peruse chic glasses frames and ultimately decide on a sweet Kate Spade pair ("Elisabeth" in case anyone wants to be twinsies) with all the time in the world, nary a care in her mind except which glasses are going to make her look like a smart and sassy.  And thank goodness she has the time to exercise because her research job is largely sedentary and newFNP wishes to prevent work related ass spreading.  

And working part-time in clinic cures burnout.  It took a while for her pseudo-PTSD symptoms to subside but now they have.  

NewFNP just doesn't feel fried anymore.  

Mathematics

In newFNP's clinic, we are sticklers for identifying prenatal depression.  God help you if we diagnose it, but damn it all if we don't assess for it at bloody every visit!

The manner of assessment is a form called the PHQ9.  It is a series of nine questions developed to elicit depression via a Likert Scale of 0-3.  Generally, the patients fill it out as they wait behind closed doors for their provider.  Sometimes they tally the score; other times they leave that piece to newFNP.  NewFNP is cool with it either way as it takes her a nanosecond - plus or minus - to tally the thing.

This is sort of what the PHQ9 looks like:

I feel tired.   0      1      2      3

I have less energy than usual.            0      1      2      3

My appetite has changed.                   0      1      2      3

... and then six more questions.  Zero means not at all, three means quite a bit.  

Easy peasy right!?!

At the bottom of the page, there is a space to tally up one's result.  It looks like this:

______ + ______ + ______ = ______________

Makes sense, does it not?  Add the column directly above and write it down.  Then, add the three totals.  

So today newFNP looked at the PHQ9 of a 16-year old pregnant woman with a not altogether ideal social situation and saw 6 zeroes, 2 ones and 1 two.  Not too bad!  This young woman did the tallying herself and it went a little something like this:

___6___ + ___2___ + ___1___  = ______________

Is everyone with newFNP?  Six zeroes = 6, two ones = 2 (correct) and one two = 1.  Hmmmm.  Now, newFNP understands what she was doing, but what this young lady misunderstood is that we are looking for a cumulative score rather than for the frequency with which each answer appears.  

Then, rather than adding left to right, this lady did math the old fashioned way.  On the side of the paper, she had written:

62

+1

__

63

Not 6 + 2 + 1.  62 + 1.  And newFNP though that she had mathophobia!

Grand PHQ9 score: 63.  On a scale of 0-27.

In newFNP's institution of education, we spoke frequently of scaffolding our pediatric and adolescent patients who were experiencing stressful times, illnesses, etc.  NewFNP does a fair amount of scaffolding with this client - much more so than with her non-adolescent prenatals.  But she is not sure that there is enough scaffolding in the world to counteract the effects of limited IQ and a fucked up social situation coupled with the impending birth of a child.  

Schadenfreude

NewFNP wants to say right off the bat - take that O.J., you murdering, armed robbering, kidnapping motherfucker!  Sure, you got away with murder, you SOB, but you couldn't just walk the straight and narrow and the good people of Las Vegas were wise enough to do what the people of Los Angeles could not thirteen years ago.  NewFNP supposes that murdering two people loads you up with bad karma.  Further felonies do not help.

OK, back to newFNP.  In her new job, newFNP is surrounded by overachieving braniacs.  Hell, in her clinical job as well, but in her clinic most people are content with providing clinical care.  In her new job, clinical care is part of what you do when you aren't taking an 8AM course in genetics as a fun refresher or being a RWJ Clinical Scholar or writing new research proposals.  NewFNP is in the fucking thick of academia in her new gig.

To newFNP, academia is like her fantasy world of smart people just getting to be smart and do smart things and make smart geeky jokes about acetylcholine and dopamine.  It's where miracles happen - where genomes are sequenced and viruses are isolated and treatments are cutting edge.

So newFNP really has a lot of opportunity to grow in her career.

The thing is, newFNP isn't sure how much she wants that anymore.  Sometimes newFNP just wants to read Go Fug Yourself or For Whom the Bell Tolls or the New Yorker.  Sometimes she just wants to get her teeth whitened or her face facialed.  She wants to go to a movie or a Weezer concert or the opera.  Or she wants to write here on her blog, which she fully acknowledges is not advancing the science in any way but brings her a lot of joy.  And what if she wants to have a baby one day?

Recently, newFNP's new supervisor mentioned that he hasn't been to a movie in years.  Incredulous, newFNP asked why.  He stated that he doesn't have time.  No time?  For a movie?  Not even for a George Clooney movie?  That is not the life for newFNP.

And newFNP feels a little guilty about this.  Like she is letting her new boss - of three weeks - down.  Like she isn't living up to her potential.  Like she is a big flake for not taking on more and more responsibilities.  

But, for now, she'll just go read some Hemingway and put her professional neuroses to bed for one more night.

Lolly Lolly Lolly Get Your Mirena Here!

A while back, newFNP noted that she was caring for a pregnant seventh grader who was not on track to win any genius awards.  This young woman continued to astound all who came in contact with her throughout her pregnancy, which ended happily - though not without adolescent high jinx - on Saturday.

NewFNP's clinic contracts with one hospital.  This hospital is where each and every one of newFNP's prenatal patients are expected to deliver.  It is where they go on hospital tours.  It is where they pre-register for their intrapartum care.  

There is no equivocation in this expectation.  There is no gray area.  One.  Hospital.

So, when the anti-MacArthur Fellow went into labor, newFNP would have expected that she would grab her bag and her copied ACOG form, and would have said to her boyfriend (who, thankfully, was sprung from juvenile detention prior to the big event - WHEW!), "Hey stud, take me to General Hospital."  General Hospital, of course, meaning the one specific hospital where she was repeatedly told to present when the time came.

That is, in fact, not what she did.  Apparently, impending childbirth was not enough of an adventure.  These youthful imps decided to try a different hospital.

A convalescent hospital.  

Seriously?  Even if their combined IQ is still less than the price of a loaf of bread, one would think that they could appreciate the difference between a convalescent hospital (single story, wheelchairs and walkers strewn about, aroma of BenGay) and a regular hospital (multi-story, bright red 'emergency' sign, ambulances).

After a quick transfer via paramedics to a regular hospital, these Mensa members became parents.  

There are not enough hours in the day for newFNP to explain the many and multi-faceted reasons why this terrifies and concerns her.   

Are we still wanting abstinence only education?  NewFNP votes no.  In fact, she is thinking of running for mayor, congress, queen, master of the universe - whatever - on her free Mirena platform.  She'd run for president, but she's not old enough yet.  But son of a bitch if that isn't right around the frigging corner.  

Crud.

**********************

Shana Tova!

Oh baby!

People, it is no great secret that people have complicated lives.  NewFNP has seen a shitload of this in her expanded role as prenatal care provider.  

Take for instance the 20-weeker who complained of daily anxiety and thoughts of fleeing.  NewFNP screened for abuse.  Denied.  Depression?  Denied.  Pre-existing stressor?  Affirmed.  What stress might that be?  Her on-going affair resulting in her unintended pregnancy resulting in her uncertainty as to half of her fetus's DNA.  NewFNP offered support and referral to counseling but felt a little relief when her patient flat out acknowledged that she had made her bed - no pun intended - and that she would have to find a solution.  True.  But take the referrals, hon.  Clearly there are some issues to be worked through chez toi.

Or the 17-year old pregnant woman who tested positive for HCV.  This 17-year old now has to worry about vertical transmission (0-8% risk), about breast-feeding (CDC and AAP say it's OK), about hepatocarcinoma (referral, viral load, genotype pending).  

Or the 30-year old G6P3 who recently separated from her partner, had an unintended pregnancy and - surprise!!  Triplets!

Now, newFNP has generally refrained from turning her blog into a platform for political musings, but here we are in an election where one ticket is opposed to abortion rights no matter what and supports the limited to access to birth control, where the VP candidate wants women to pay for their own rape kits and ban Are You There God, It's Me Margaret, and where the presidential candidate is a huge dick during the debate he tried to bail on.  OK, that last one isn't related to health care, but he was a dick, right?  Geez!  

Do they want more 14-year old parents with limited IQ and limited future prospects?  If newFNP were running for president, she would support free Mirena insertion at age 14 for all females.  Isn't it reasonable for the whole country to delay childbearing to age 19?  Just get through high school?  Fuck, get through middle school without getting knocked up.  

NewFNP was a die-hard Hillary supporter, but she does not at all understand these people who have jumped from Hillary to McCain/Palin.  What the fuck?  Women's rights people!  Remember 'women's rights are human rights'?  Taking care of the poor?  Gay rights?  Not screwing the middle and lower classes?  Valuing education?  Valuing science?  Promoting environmental awareness?  The economy?  Not having nuclear war with Iran?

Oh man, newFNP cannot imagine the consequences of a McCain/Palin White House.  The only good thing that could come of it is more Tina Fey impersonations and, as ridiculously great as that was, it's not enough.

Win-win situation

As many of you know, newFNP was in the midst of a crisis when she made the decision to make a change of venue.  She was really concerned that she had made a huge mistake in becoming an NP.  It was altogether quite unpleasant.

Well, that has all changed.  NewFNP cannot believe her new job. She cannot believe her new attitude.  And she cannot believe her new schedule.

 The downside of the new position is that is holds less responsibility than her clinical role. This will change when newFNP is not so new there, but for now newFNP is feeling a little underutilized.   The upside is every-frigging-thing else.  NewFNP went to lunch today with her colleagues.  Lunch.  Away from the clinical site.  With her colleagues.  The support staff are entirely competent and responsible in their roles.  NewFNP has been told by her supervisor to 'relax' and 'take it easy' - not just once.  Multiple times.  The job is all about attention to detail, about taking your time and doing it right.  It has EMR.  It's 2.5 miles from her apartment.  What's not to love?

And, sweet Jesus, the hours are 12-8PM.  To newFNP, this is a dream come true.  No more fighting in lines at the gym to get the good elliptical machines at 5:30PM, no more blowing off the gym to cry about one's shitty day.  Now the gym is a pre-work activity and not at 5:30AM and not when there are a million other people looking at newFNP is she tries to sneak in a 40 minute workout instead of a 30 minutes one.  Now she can guiltlessly enjoy her full 60 minutes of cardio.  She went to the grocery store - a perpetually crowded grocery store - and it wasn't crowded.  It's a whole new world!  

This must be what it feels like to find religion.

But maybe the best part about being at the new job is that newFNP enjoys the old job a million times more.  This is not to say that she does not experience frustration when she has three 1:30 appointments, but she has adopted a much more zen-like attitude about it.  Saying well, fuck it, I'm not here tomorrow qualifies as zen, right?  In the face of new responsibilities at the new job, newFNP is thankful to feel mastery, or at least competency, in her clinical role.  

Hello awesome!

Oh my god, newFNP never knew that work could be so good.  So fucking good.  So.  Fucking.  Good.

New Job's Eve

NewFNP is nervous.

Sure, change is good, it helps/forces you to grow and learn, it broadens your horizons, it affords you a bigger paycheck and a shorter commute - at least in this instance.  But, fuck, change can suck.  Role transitions are challenges, even when we are prepared for them, even when we have been longing for them.  Being new anew.  Learning each and every aspect of one's position again. 

All of newFNP's friends and family are telling her that the new job is perfect for her - it's organized, protocol-driven and academic in focus.  Hell, that's a fairly decent description of newFNP herself!  

But, ugh, change.  Even though her new supervisor is all about easing newFNP into the job, there lurks that part of newFNP that is worried that she will fail.  Why would she fail?  Who the hell knows, but she's still scared of it.  

NewFNP saw some movies this weekend, bought some flattering black trousers and designer jeans and is enjoying her last night of vacation with a glass of wine and some EKG review.  

Shopping, wine, George Clooney and studying: something(s) old for tonight, something new for tomorrow.

NewFNP: vacation lady

Quite a difference from an urban health clinic!

NewFNP loves vacation so much that she wishes she could turn it into a profession.  Alas, as newFNP's mom used to say, it's too bad that we weren't born rich instead of so good looking!

NewFNP has had a lovely time off and actually feels rested enough to start her new job as well as returning to her old clinic.  This fresh glow will fade rapidly, to be sure, once the pulls of clinical life begin anew, but that is in another five days, so in the interest of continued mental wellness, newFNP shan't focus on that.

In addition to spending a few lovely yet bearish and sometimes physically grueling days in a national park, newFNP had the pleasure of meeting a fellow alum of her nursing school - a woman, MLG, in her 90's who graduated in the 40's.  She currently lives in the same senior's community as newFNP's grandparents. When newFNP met her in the elevator, her enthusiasm was intoxicating.  NewFNP returned the next day to talk to her more.

MLG, after completing her bachelor's in English literature, headed to nursing school "to get away" from her family's expectations and to see the world.  She earned her first master's degree, then left the US to work as a war nurse in London.  She returned and worked as a visiting nurse for some years before heading across country to work at a very prestigious hospital as a pediatric nurse.  She left this position, however, when she disagreed with the policies of the ward - noting that they would give the active children phenobarbital in order to calm them down.  She moved to another hospital, where yet another alum was the head administrative nurse, and worked as the chief of pediatric surgical nursing.  It was here that she realized her passion - "the emotional life of children" - and used her GI Bill benefits to earn her MSW.  She spent the rest of her life as a social worker.  When newFNP explained to her that the school now has a child psych NP specialty, her eyes lit up.  She noted how many more options students have now.  

NewFNP noted the different paths that she and MLG took to the doors of the same institution.  MLG chose her path to leave behind and explore, whereas newFNP actively chose, sought out, was wait-listed and then finally admitted to the school.  It speaks to the growth of nursing as a profession, does it not?  Perhaps this only applies to academic nursing programs?

Unlike newFNP, this woman lived in the nursing dorm and had little contact with students from other academic foci.  The nursing and medical schools were separated from the main campus, as they are today, in a then-and-now seedy area.  NewFNP explained that, while there were still dorms for the health-professions students, she lived several miles from the school, in an apartment by herself.  MLG told newFNP that it sounded like newFNP had a lot more fun than she did during nursing school.  Probably very true; newFNP had more than her fair share of fun in school!

Like newFNP, MLG was a part of a group of six friends who have continued to meet regularly for retreats.  Like newFNP, she considers this group of women to have been one of the most valuable aspects of her time spent at this very prestigious and academically rigorous institution.  It's funny - newFNP considers her education to be vitally important, but she could have learned nursing at many institutions.  Her friends, however, are irreplaceable.  MLG's group now numbers only three.   

Meeting this woman was a gift for newFNP.  What a lovely experience to share.

Gimme some sugar

NewFNP sees diabetes each and every day. Double digit A1Cs are, sadly, all too common. But she has very few patients who are as bad off as her 23-year old diabetic with an A1C of 15.7. The lowest A1C she has ever had since her diagnosis in 2006 was in the 13's.


Generally, during her all too infrequent clinic visits, this young woman presents with sugars above the limits of detection on the clinic's glucometer. Once, she came to clinic almost unresponsive in a hyperosmotic - hyperglycemic state (HHS) - mouth dry as a bone and in and out of consciousness. NewFNP sent her promptly to the ER. She passed out another time in the supermarket and again, was sent to the ER in HHS. This last time, she felt herself reaching that HHS point and called the paramedics herself. That's good, right? Understanding one's symptoms and acting accordingly. Sure, a little prompter intervention would have been prudent, but newFNP is feeling generous tonight.


She spent a week in the hospital and left with a glucose of 130, according to her discharge summary. She had prescriptions for insulin, but had not been able to afford the medication when she presented to newFNP's clinic the morning after her discharge.


Her glucose less than 24 hours after hospital discharge? HHH.


NewFNP got her to a detectable level after 30-something units of insulin in clinic, did insulin instruction, diet education and sent her to the nutritionist. This was not the first time in three years that newFNP did diet education, but it is the first time that, when her patient told her that she had eaten two tamales and some pancakes for breakfast, newFNP stated, "That is just like putting a gun in your mouth and pulling the trigger."


Ouch.

NewFNP has never been one to respond to or to employ scare tactics, but she cannot tell you how many people have told her that they changed a behavior because someone showed them a picture of a foot with an amputated toe or because they saw their friend suffer from and STD, etc. Others providers have told newFNP that they use the patient's fear of adverse outcomes regularly in their counsling. NewFNP has just always felt that that is an ugly tool. If newFNP's provider would have said something like that to her, she would have thought, "Whatever- screw you." But newFNP said it and saw that her patient heard it - for better or for worse.


OK, so pretty harsh. NewFNP is certain that the nutritionist delivered the message in a more nurturing fashion.


Whatever message stuck for this patient, it really frigging stuck because when she can into the clinic yesterday, her glucose was fifty-frigging-one. In the course of the six hours newFNP kept her in clinic, this young woman consumed a 75g glucola, a 4g glucose tablet, a turkey sandwich, salad, fruit, a second helping of glucola - this time only 25g - and, thanks to newFNP's awesome student, a chicken breast from El Pollo Loco (thanks BC!). During the course of the six hours, her glucose measured between 45 and 215.


What the hell?


NewFNP reviewed how much insulin she was using and if she was using it correctly. She was. NewFNP therefore lowered her insulin doses and have her strict instructions regarding glucose monitoring, ER indications and follow up.


NewFNP likes to be an outlier if it is something like 2 standard deviations above the mean in fashion sense or test scores, but she does not like glucose outliers on either end of the spectrum. And she isn't sure why this young woman is all over the glucose map.


And now she'll wonder about this patient as she spends two luxurious weeks on vacation after only one more eight-hour shift this Saturday. She'll have to hit up Dr. Dual-Ivy-League-Degrees for an update.


NewFNP's service commitment ended today. Her six-figure nursing school loans are forgiven. Now she only has five-figure pubic health school loans with which to contend. Aaaahhhhhh! What a relief.

The final countdown

NewFNP's CEO signed her final loan repayment form yesterday.  Her last full-time day is one week from today.

There is not one part of newFNP that is sad to be leaving full time practice at her clinic.  And that makes her very fucking sad.

Provider burnout is not new.  Articles have been written, schools talk about it, practitioners live it.  And for what?  There is a lot of talk about a broken health care system in every media outlet to which one chooses to listen.  But it's not just the Medicare reimbursement or the HMOs and PPOs that are broken.  

It's organizations like newFNP's clinic - where the average shelf-life of a provider is less than three years; where there is not one hour - hell, there's not one minute - of administrative time scheduled for providers; where there is no one to follow up on referrals to specialists; where there is not one registered nurse, not one LVN, not one CNA; where providers work through lunch every day; where lab results, correct phone numbers and vital signs aren't in charts; and where patients are double and triple booked.

NewFNP is partially to blame for her own burnout.   But, you know what, her clinic is responsible as well.  It doesn't seem too far fetched to make efforts to take care of one's employees.  NewFNP's senior management believes that providers are just there to see patients, and as many as possible each and every day, all the while fixing the errors of other staff members, filling out endless forms and attempting to care for the physical and, often times, emotional well-being of the patients.

It's too much.  NewFNP isn't sure if it's her - if her lack of personal fortitude is the problem, or if it's the dysfunctional environment in which she works.  She thinks that, given her degrees from top schools, it's the latter, but it's not in newFNP's nature to let herself off the hook that easily.  Perhaps it just means that she needs to choose her next practice site more wisely, if she ever goes back to full time practice.  Perhaps she needs to impact health outcomes from a more hands off venue.  

NewFNP thought that she would be working with the urban poor forever.  She sought out a free health clinic in the frigging ghetto.  And now she wants to get the hell away from it.  That is sad. 

One thing newFNP can say is that she learned a lot these past three years.  And she continues to learn every day.  And that is a really lovely thing about nursing and medicine.  But when it's time to go, it's time to go.

And it's time.