Dress code violation

The inappropriate t-shirt trend has followed newFNP to the research clinic.  The reach of the inappropriate t-shirt is, apparently, far and wide.

When newFNP saw her patient filling out forms in the waiting room, she did note that his shirt said "F.B.I." across the chest.  NewFNP naively thought that this gentleman seeking to participate in a research study about methamphetamine addiction was perhaps showcasing a touch of irony.

Not so much.  Upon closer inspection, newFNP notes that underneath the "F.B.I.", the shirt read "Female Body Inspector."  Classy.  The only female body part newFNP will let this fellow inspect is her stank eye.

But the self-appointed Female Body Inspector had nothing on the wildly inappropriate t-shirt that another research participant was wearing.  This shirt was a walking advertisement for the metal band Cloven Hoof.  This shirt featured a graphic of a mullet-man orally pleasuring a woman.  Charming.  NewFNP gets it - figuratively - and she is none too pleased.  

When newFNP gets dressed in the morning, she does the usual mirror checks: no VPL, no muffin top, no boob overflow, no totally fucking offensive t-shirt.  Check, check, check and most definitely check.

I mean really.  Cloven Hoof?  Cunnilingus?  What makes someone purchase such a shirt?  And then what possesses someone to wear that shirt to a medical clinic?  

Yuck.

Action!

What's up, nurses?  We're fucking famous, that's what.  Or maybe nursing leaders are in cahoots with the entertainment industry to make nursing appear to be a more attractive profession in the face of a horrible nursing shortage.

Not one, but two new TV shows with nurses as lead characters!!  Showtime's Nurse Jackie and TNT's HawthoRNe.  

NewFNP's hope is that the TV shows will do nursing justice and that the characters will be interesting and complex and funny and smart.  It's newFNP's fear that a recurring dynamic is going to be the physician-nurse tension as is showcased in the HawthoRNe commercial.  That dynamic is tired.

NewFNP's money is on 'Nurse Jackie'.  It has Edie Falco, it's on cable and on the same network that brought us 'Weeds' and 'Huff', it has a nursing student character and it appears to have been thoughtful in its character development.  

And if the show's writers need any technical assistance with the science and art of nursing or with story line development, newFNP shall avail herself to them!

You down with PCP (yeah, you know me)

It cannot be stressed enough - the 30th patient of the day must not - repeat not - be difficult. That patient could be clinically complicated but personally reasonable or that patient could have a "gimme" diagnosis. NewFNP's favorite is UTI, but she could go for an otitis media or a fungal derm as well.

NewFNP isn't sure how to triage for this when scheduling appointments, but if she could develop an algorithm for optimal patient scheduling that ruled out end of day challenges, she could retire and buy an S4 and some Tory Burch tunics.

As newFNP perused patient #30's chart before entering the room at 4:40 to begin said patient's complete physical, she noted that another provider had charted "PCP abuse."

PCP? NewFNP glanced at her watch. She had not, in fact, used her flux capacitor and time travelled back to 1983. It was firmly 2009. She imagined that the demand for PCP would be minimal and that this patient's dealer might have a 2-for-1 special or a sign that screamed, "PCP - no waiting!!" whereas the lines for meth and crack would loop around the block. Of course, truly, newFNP has no frigging idea about PCP procurement. And even more significantly, she has no idea about PCP addiction treatment.

So newFNP goes about the social and medical histories which, as one might imagine, were both colorful and sad, and got around to asking about the PCP. She had been smoking PCP on and off for over 20 years.

"When was the last time you used PCP?" newFNP asked?

"Well, it stays in your system for a long time," #30 replied.

Hmmmm. It's an answer, yes, but it's an answer to an entirely different question.

"Oh, OK," newFNP responded. "So about how long ago was the last time you used PCP?"

"I want to stop," #30 replied. "It's hard to be a mom."

NewFNP imagines that it is hard to be a mom and that anyone would want to stop PCP use. Still, that nagging little question was stuck in newFNP's craw. NewFNP acknowledged her patient's desire to stop and assured her that she would receive a referral to behavioral health/addiction medicine treatment. But she had to ask.

"I'm sorry but I'm still unclear as to the last time you used PCP," newFNP gently prodded.

"I told you already!" #30 exclaimed.

"I don't think you did," newFNP stated. "You told me that you wanted to stop and that PCP stays in your system for quite some time. But I don't know how long ago you used."

"A month ago," she stated, as easy as 1-2-3.

The thing about PCP is that its lore is full of horror stories - people thinking they can fly while intoxicated, people exhibiting superhuman strength, people having delusions and behaving violently. And it's an hallucinogen, a class of drugs for which there is a paucity of documented treatment modalities.

So, after a month of not using in the face of all the same life stressors as are always there, how does someone maintain abstinence?

NewFNP gave her a counseling referral and some encouragement, but that's not really enough. Unfortunately, it's all many primary care providers have to give. Mental health and addiction treatments are expensive and not adequately covered under insurance plans and certainly not under this woman's public insurance plan.

Maybe newFNP should refer people to Intervention - let Jeff or Candy give it a whirl.

Rack 'em up

NewFNP is back from her conference and - you know - nothing says 'welcome home' like a diagnostic mammogram!  As she prepared for her appointment and dutifully neglected to deoderize and moisturize, she reminded herself not to worry until there was something to worry about.  She arrived at her fancy-pants medical center, registered, donned the wristband and was called back to get changed.

She changed into her seersucker gown in the mammography center dressing room and glanced at herself in the full-length on her way out.  The mammo-gown was actually flattering.  They must have had DVF design the fucking thing.

Having never had a screening mammogram, newFNP is not quite certain as to the extent of its torture but she will say this: the diagnostic mammo is no way to get initiated into the world of breast imaging.  Eight views - none pleasant.  

NewFNP didn't realize that, in addition to the breast tissue, the mammography technician would need to manipulate her xiphoid process into the images.  

When her sweet as could be technician finally got newFNP's breast flattened so as to resemble a fucking crepe, she - in all seriousness - told newFNP not to move.

"Honey, I wouldn't dream of it," newFNP responded.  After all, newFNP rather likes having two generally symmetrical breasts and felt quite certain that any attempt at escape would be a) futile and b) mutilating.  

Although newFNP made light of her situation with her technician, she couldn't help but to feel a twinge of worry.  Her face must have betrayed her worry and a kind lady in the waiting room commented on what a horrible waiting room we were in. 

NewFNP agreed.  The woman told her that she had her first mammography at 37 and that her mother had died at a young age from breast cancer.  She went on to say that she had had "a thing" removed a few years ago.  It was benign.

"I have a thing," newFNP told her.  Although newFNP knows it is benign, it felt oddly good to unburden herself to this lovely and kind stranger.

"You do not worry until there is something to worry about," the woman told newFNP, echoing her very own thought.  "That is not denial," she said as we stood together to schedule our next appointments - hers in one year, newFNP's in two days for ultrasound.

(NewFNP made the follow-up appointment, but could not help but to think that she is caught in the middle of a CYA-medicine spiral.  Is the fine needle biopsy next?)

NewFNP and this woman finished their boob and metal sandwiches at the same time and walked down to the valet together.  As the valet drove her car around, newFNP commented that we have the exact same car.

"It was meant to be," she said and gave newFNP a caring smile that made her believe it was true.  

 

Taking it (the Big) Easy

The last time newFNP was in New Orleans, she was 22, on a meandering cross country road trip which had such highlights as the Carlsbad Caverns, Graceland and a variety of Shoney's restaurants, and was bunking in a bright pink hotel called The Frenchmen.  

This time she is at a conference - an addiction medicine conference - at the Hilton.  

Note to the addiction medicine conference organizers: there is a W just a block away.  Think about it.

Anyway, the highlight of the conference so far may be the following patient quote shared with the audience of listeners at a lecture about stimulant use and hypersexual behavior.  The patient, noting his inextricable link between buckwild sex and cocaine use lamented, "I guess I'll just have to get used to sex without the hookers and the drugs." 

The quote is funny, but newFNP acknowledges that is problem is, of course, not.

NewFNP did make a quick afternoon escape from addiction to see a super great/creepy exhibit at the Audubon Insectarium and to sample some local cuisine: she had fried alligator (and a salad) for lunch.  

Yum.

Not so lovely lady lumps

It's been a long time since newFNP has been on the business end of a cytobrush.  A year, in fact.  But today was the day for newFNP to go from provider to patient and shimmy down the table into the stirrups for her annual exam.

When newFNP was in training, it was one of her articulated goals to perform the pap well, with the least amount of discomfort possible.  NewFNP has achieved that goal.  Her patient frequently tell her that they barely felt a thing - it makes newFNP so proud.  

In order to achieve her gingerly executed pap exams, newFNP uses the cervical spatula and mascara wand combo and performs 1/2 - 1 turn of each.  She goes from 12 o'clock to 6 o'clock with the spatula and makes a turn with the brush adequate to touch on most areas of a parous cervix.   If she sees an area of suspected abnormality, she gives that a swipe as well.  Throughout the process, she uses a light touch.

NewFNP's OB/GYN, on the other hand, uses the broom cytobrush, aka the cervical pitchfork, and makes about 75,000 full-force turns with that SOB.  She clearly does not believe in the light touch and her "a little cramping here" warning is an understatement indeed.  But fine.  It last for six seconds and is over.

What is not over is the wait for newFNP's diagnostic mammogram.

NewFNP is certain that whatever is embedded her breast tissue is a fibroadenoma.  She is certain that it is not cancer.  But now she has to have a boob and metal sandwich because the seed of doubt has been planted and her OB/GYN encouraged her to get that frigging thing done without delay.  And she's kind of pissed because of course it will be nothing yet she will have had to have her never-lactated, full-density breast all squished up in order to have the reassurance.

Ouch.

And nothing makes a lady feel old - prematurely old - like having a goddamned mammogram.  

The world is your oyster

When newFNP decided to become an NP, it was really because she wanted to take care of patients in a community health setting.

Done.  

So when that gig burned her out, she looked around to see what else was out there.  Her research position just happened to be waiting for her.  Serendipity.

So now newFNP alternates between mellow, organized, important work days and hectic, clusterfucked, important work days.  It's pretty cool.

And that is a pretty cool part of being a health care professional.  

We have options.

Both positions have their positive aspects and their negative aspects.  

At the community clinic, newFNP practices independently.  She is an authority on certain aspects of care.  She makes connections with patients and nurtures those connection as best she can.  Yet she is expected to see 30 patients daily.  Her patients wait hours to see her.  And did she mention already the utter clusterfuck in regards to organization (or a lack thereof)?

At the research clinic, newFNP is really, truly treated well by her supervisor.  She has more than adequate time with each of the research participants.  She is learning about conducting research in an academic environment in which doing things correctly is the respected and expected modus operandi.  She is learning a lot about drug addiction and is appreciating the importance of discovering new treatments for it as she meets with and learns about her patients and their lives.  And there is a crazy delicious burrito stand mere footsteps away.  Yet she makes no independent decisions, which, for newFNP is kind of a drag.  That's the only real downside.  Perhaps that will come in time.

As soon to be NP grads are hitting the job market, newFNP would offer this speck of advice:  take the tough job first.  Work in an environment that challenges you to become a better, more skilled provider.  Learn.  Sweat.  Make mistakes.  And, after a few years, look around and see what is out there.

Fashion disaster

NewFNP long ago gave up her white coat.  Too stuffy.  Too many cheaply sewn buttons falling off and too little desire to mend.  Too much unflattering hip-spread look.  Plus, it spent quite a while in the cargo area cum unwanted goods graveyard of her car and newFNP kind of just forgot about it.  She now just rocks whatever outfit she's rocking that day and, for the most part, it's all good.

Imagine, then, newFNP's chagrin when she finished a pelvic exam and noticed that her right sleeve felt a little heavy as she exited the room.

She glanced down and noted a big glob of speculum jelly adorning the sleeve of her crisp celery-colored J. Crew cashmere sweater.

Son.  Of.  A.  Bitch.

Quickly and with a slight shudder, newFNP shut down the horrifying thoughts racing through her mind and told herself, again and again, that the speculum jelly now seeping through the soft cashmere yarn and quite possibly tickling her silky smooth wrist skin was, in fact, sterile.  It was leftover jelly from the tray which newFNP uses to lubricate the speculum, not jelly from the used speculum itself.  

It was from the tray.  It was tray jelly.  Not speculum jelly.  Tray jelly.

No matter the source, newFNP was none too keen on having jelly on her cashmere.  She washed it off, scrubbed off her wrist and - with it - her morning dab Fresh 'Sugar' fragrance, rolled up her sleeves and went about her day.  

 

A sweet rack

Dude.

NewFNP is totally cool with mental health days.  Go to the Korean Day Spa for a naked lady Rub-n-Scrub and shed that nasty dead skin!  Go see I Love You, Man and eat a large popcorn.  Sleep.  Whatever.  

But do not be newFNP's MA and call in sick when you are, in fact, getting new boobs.  

Sure, go ahead and get your new knockers.  Whatever.  Your life is hard.  Your soon-to-be-ex-husband is a dick.  NewFNP understand the urge to make a change when a relationship ends.  But take a day and get a frigging facial, a hair-do and some airbrushed Coach nails.  

But when you are having cosmetic surgery, you should take a vacation day (or seven).   You should not be the employee that burdens her colleagues for boobs.   And just how much is newFNP's clinic paying these MA's, for the love of God, if they are taking sick days for rack enhancement?!!

Honestly, newFNP just does not understand the desire for two inflated saline balloons in one's chest.  Just get some boob cutlets and a push-up bra and call it a day.  Total cost - fifty bucks.  Less if you hit up the semi-annual sale at VS.

But even more of a bummer is that newFNP has really felt like this employee was committed to the team and understood the importance of her role.  

And that changed today.  Possibly even as much as her MA's new cup size.

Bring it.

There are times in everyone's role transition in which they wonder if they are, in fact, cut out for the career they chose.

NewFNP had several such instances in which she thought - whoa pal... perhaps law school.

The first involved a patient who had a horrendous necrotic pressure sore that was so deep, it almost exposed the bone.  This woman also had MRSA which meant that all staff were on contact precautions which, in newFNP's training hospital, consisted of a mask, gloves and a plastic gown.  

It was the end of the day's rotation and newFNP had been busy as hell.  She hadn't eaten.  She was tired.  And the smell of that pressure sore plus the tenting of the skin as the physician cut away necrotic tissue plus newFNP's hunger plus the millions of people in the room causing increased temps (and smell) plus the plastic precautions gown equaled newFNP sitting on the floor with her head between her knees in an attempt not to pass out.

A successful attempt, but clearly not a shining moment in student nursing history.  

Another involved a patient who had undergone a partial pneumonectomy and, for reasons that now escape newFNP's memory, had failed to heal well.  As a result, he had what is best described as a gill-like slit in his side that moved in a gill-like fashion when he breathed.  And in that gill-like slit, there were strings of mucous that would quiver during respiration.  

The vivid recollection sends cold shivers down newFNP's spine.  

NewFNP left the room and told her preceptor, "I don't think I'm cut out to be a nurse" to which her preceptor raised one eyebrow - her way of saying that she disagreed.

NewFNP wrote about another unsatisfying olfactory experience three years ago.  NewFNP recalls feeling so disheartened.  How on earth would she take care of her patients if she could not even observe this procedure and remain on her feet? she wondered.  NewFNP's consulting physician attempted to console her by confirming that that was, in fact, a hella smelly abscess but it didn't really make newFNP feel much better.

NewFNP has come a long way, baby.  In these past three and a half years, newFNP has incised and drained her fair share of abscesses, but for the past year, the abscesses had dried up.  

Until today.

When newFNP hasn't performed a procedure in a while, she feels a tad apprehensive prior to embarking upon one.  Especially when it involves a scalpel and lidocaine and inflicting pain.  But the beauty of having a few years under one's belt is that it all comes back to you when you need it.  For better or for worse, even the inflicting pain becomes easier in one of those you've got to be cruel to be kind kind of ways.

And - gross though they may be - procedures are kind of fun.  They are so much better to perform than to observe.  In the case of an abscess, the results are immediate.  The smell doesn't seem to bother newFNP so much when she is doing the cutting, expressing, irrigating and packing.  

In fact, she wonders how her MAs are such tough asses in their assisting whereas newFNP has near syncopal episodes.

NewFNP is ready for more!  

Again, for those struggling students out there, it's worth it.  You'll be ready, too.

Money honey

NewFNP has read article after article lamenting the primary care physician shortage.  Often times, this is attributed to the high cost of medical school education. It's true - med school is expensive.  It's true - physicians can make more money in specialty practice.  

Nonetheless, these articles make newFNP a little pissy.

Jut hold up, mofos.  There are nurse practitioners out there who are thrilled to be primary care providers.  Nay, they chose to be NPs because they wanted to provide primary care.  They wanted to prevent illness, they wanted to treat the whole person and not the disease.  They wanted to be part of a health care team.  They wanted to judiciously refer to specialty when the situation necessitated the referral.  

And guess what?  They have debt.  They may even have a shitload of debt.

NewFNP's fancy NP school was seven semesters in length.  The total tuition cost was in the neighborhood of $98,000.  That's just the tuition.  That's no rent, no books, no required health insurance, no specific-colored scrubs so as to identify students as students, no RN license.  That's no red wine, no haircuts, no used book cafe coffee & treats with one's lady friends.  And, at newFNP's school, there were a fair number of us who had other graduate degrees and their associated student loans.  Thank heavens for the in-school deferment!

And thank heavens for loan repayment which mercifully wiped out quite a chunk of newFNP's debt, which now totals just a smidge over $60,000.  Ah - $60,000 - it seems so reasonable.

So what is newFNP saying?  She's simply saying: yo -- NPs!  She feels your pain.  You work hard, you take good care of your patients, you pay your six-figure student loan debt.  Keep it up.  

And for those of you in fancy and pricey NP schools, it's worth it.  It's totally frigging worth it.

Hard times

NewFNP noted recently that the economy is really hurting her patients.  

It's worse now.  

NewFNP referred three adult men and one pregnant women to food banks this week.  Adult men in newFNP's clinic, as a rule, are a stoic bunch.  They do not tell you that they are hurting or sad or worried.  This week, newFNP saw desperation and fear in her patients' eyes - worries that they will not be able to feed their families, let alone pay their rent.  

NewFNP hears on the news that lines for food assistance are longer, she hears the monthly unemployment numbers.  She wonders if robbery is increasing as people become more desperate.  Will the incidence of domestic violence increase?

During the Great Depression, unemployment rates were around 25%.  In newFNP's county, they were almost 11% in January, a 3% increase since September.  In newFNP's service area, unemployment is between 12-19%, depending on the zip code.

If you live in the hood, this is a depression.  It is a depression.  NewFNP's 401k is going through a recession but she has food on the table and gas in the car and not one but three paying jobs.  

NewFNP is acutely aware between the haves (her) and the have-nots (her patients) as she sits in the exam rooms, listens to their stories and provide them with the best care she can given that the answer to their worries lies outside of the exam room walls.  

On a lighter note, the aggressive-statement-maternity T-shirt shop does not appear to be struggling at all.  NewFNP's non-fronting pregnant teen showed up to clinic this week wearing a shirt telling everyone to STOP HATIN.  The graphic was, of course, a faded stop sign.

Oh give me a home

If you are looking for a medical home, pal, newFNP's clinic ain't it.

Truly, in no way does newFNP's ramshackle community health clinic meet the criteria for a medical home.  Access to one's regular provider* and a personal relationship with this person?  No.  Evidence based practice and support for providers?  Nope.  Expanded access to one's primary provider via phone or email?  Sorry, no.  Comprehensive care?  Yeah - no.  Reasonable wait times?  Ha!  That might be the most blatant 'no' of all.

Jesus, newFNP is a little bummed just thinking of all the ways in which her clinic sucks.  

When newFNP thought of how she wanted to impact the well-being of the urban poor, she thought that she would help her patients to achieve health and thereby the ability to work given that they are - you know - not having MIs and diabetic retinopathy and teenage pregnancies.  In her obviously skewed and possibly delusional pre-community health clinic mindset, access to healthcare led to health which led to well-being which led to productivity which led to the promise of financial stability and a brighter future for themselves and their families.

Ha!  What the hell??!?  Where has that wide-eyed girl gone?  It's hard for newFNP to imagine herself being so idealistic.

There are times in which newFNP wonders exactly what good she is doing when her patients wait five hours to see her for a follow-up visit.  

As newFNP has mentioned, her days have become busier since pulling back on her clinical hours.  During this transition, newFNP has noticed a change.  Her patients are waiting to see her despite the ridiculously long wait.  

They come to clinic on newFNP's assigned days and wait.  When they are assigned to other providers on a given day, they advocate for themselves and assert that they will wait rather than being cared for by someone whom they do not know.  Of course, this is normal and the ideal situation - patients should not have to explain their diagnoses and personal situations over and over again.  But newFNP just loves that these patients dig in their heels and say no.

They are medical homesteaders.

If newFNP was running the show, she would make one small change that might decrease the wait times for her loyal patients - and all of her other patients as well.  She would schedule her patients on her actual schedule.  

Seriously people, where is newFNP working?  In a fucking MASH tent? Her clinic does not even schedule patients using newFNP's schedule template, yet newFNP sees 25+ patients every day she works.  Does that make sense?  If so, someone please drop some knowledge on newFNP because she would love to know.

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* The literature about medical homes all use physicians as the team leader.  While newFNP appreciates the importance of physicians in the medical team, she does not believe that physicians need to be the primary care provider with whom patients have a relationship.  NewFNP is not about 'us vs. them' but rather believes that there is room at the table for everyone.  As the old saying goes, there is no "bite me" in teamwork.  Or something like that.

On the OB front

NewFNP's practice includes routine, low-risk office obstetrics. In some ways, it's a really nice practice - moms, babies - what's not to like??

Unlike other offices, newFNP's clinic does not have on-site ultrasound. Nor does her site have a family practice MD, an OB/GYN or a certified nurse midwife. Therefore, when newFNP runs up against a concerning finding, she has a few options. She can call the family practice MD at another site, she can consult with Dr. Dual-Ivy-League-Degrees who has some ER OB experience, she can page an attending OB at a nearby hospital or she can call BostonCNM for a telephone consult.

NewFNP wasn't expecting anything unusual with her 37-week primip yesterday. Sure, she was wearing a t-shirt with the phrase "OTHER BITCHES JUST FRONT" emblazoned across her chest in red 200-point font, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.

(As an aside, what does that even mean? Does it mean that she is a bitch, but that she in no way fronts? And if she is 100% not fronting, to what does that even refer? NewFNP is very confused.)

As newFNP starting asking her routine prenatal care questions, it came to light that her patient had been seen in the ER for preterm labor a mere six days before. Of course, she did not go to the ER where she is registered nor did she bring paperwork detailing the visit. According to her, she did not receive medications to stop the contractions, she had a normal NST, was observed overnight and then released. She had her paperwork at home, she assured newFNP, and would bring it to her next office visit.

NewFNP proceeded with the exam and was startled when she auscultated distinctly irregular fetal heart tones.

"Why they sound like that," her patient asked. "They was like that in the hospital too."

"What did the doctor say," asked newFNP.

"I dunno. He said it's normal I think," she replied.

Great. Sure, it can be normal. It can be a totally benign finding. Her 24-week level II ultrasound was normal in every way. But a repeat ultrasound or a fetal echocardiogram would provide newFNP with the reassurance she so sorely lacked at that moment.

NewFNP filled out the referral form for a perinatology consult and a repeat ultrasound.

When it comes to prenatal care, newFNP does not front. Whatever that means.

You shouldn't have!

NewFNP isn't one to buy gifts off the street.  Maybe in Milan or Oaxaca, but not so much in her clinic's urban area.  However, judging by the amount of temporary vendors that pop up around the holidays - real or created - the urban stuffed animal street gift economy isn't suffering too much.

In fact, there are all manners of crappy gifts to be purchased streetside!  NewFNP's interest in the street gifts was piqued when she noticed a trend, some may say disturbing, several years ago around Mother's Day.  The hot ticket item that year was a ceramic swan in one's choice of ladylike pastels with a faux flower arrangement sprouting from the swan's hollow back.  

No swans for Valentine's Day 2009.  No sir.  Of course, there are many options for Winnie the Pooh stuffed animals - small and large and extra large - wrapped in clear cellophane.  There are carnations and roses and mini balloons.  All of these things are available, sure, but are they really special?  Is the mini Pooh with carnation combo really going to say "I love you" and possibly lead to mind-blowing amour on this potentially amour-filled day?

Or is a four-foot tall mirror in the shape of Tinkerbell going to nail it?  Because if it is, newFNP knows where to score one.

Now, it might be said that newFNP's tastes tend toward the finer things and often exceed her budget.  Her current obsession is the Bertoia bird chair (and ottoman) and the Tiffany & Co. platinum and diamond anchor pendant.  

Alas, newFNP is not holding her breath.  

Happy V.D. everybody!

Damned if you do

NewFNP feels pretty confident about her diabetes management, her hypertensive skills, her strep throats and all the day to day family practice stuff.

But where newFNP gets a little tripped up is with the more uncommon diagnoses, such as Myasthenia Gravis, a pretty horrible autoimmune disorder in which your body creates antibodies that block its acetylcholine receptors, thus causing muscle weakness.  A gross oversimplification, but it's late and newFNP needs to get out her physiology book to really explain this any better.  End result is weakness because bodies need acetylcholine for muscle contraction.

Anyway, some people have ptosis - or weakness causing eyelid droop.  Others have generalized weakness which frequently causes weakness and fatigue with chewing (a bulbar symptom), neck weakness that can lead to head droop and limb weakness.  Still others have respiratory muscle weakness which can necessitate intubation.  Not so fun.

NewFNP's patient has the generalized, bulbar weakness kind of myasthenia.  She had a thymectomy about a year ago.  It didn't help too much.  She saw her neurologist a few weeks ago and was told to increase her aceylcholinesterase inhibitor - Mestinon - as well as her immunomodulator - prednisone.  She is taking 8-10 tabs of Mestinon daily, as well as 8-12 tabs of prednisone 10mg - a hefty dose indeed.  And her jaw continues to fatigue with chewing.

Because she was worried about her nutrition, she supplemented her diet with Ensure.  Five to six Ensures a day for the past month, in fact.  According to the Ensure website, each Ensure has 350 calories and 22g of sugar.  And because everyone needs a little treat every now and then, she had been indulging in QID mini-doughnuts for about a week or so.  

Anyone who has ever taken prednisone in the past knows that it can make you hungry, even ravenous.  It can also in and of itself tip a heavy prednisone user into steroid-induced diabetes.  Combine that with 1750 kcal/day in Ensure alone and you end up with a random glucose of 236 when you present to your well woman exam.

Frankly, newFNP was surprised that her sugar wasn't higher.  Twice normal is so pedestrian in her clinic!

So then what do you do if you are newFNP?  NewFNP cannot just take the patient off of her prednisone and start her on something else - that is neurology's purview.  She can, and did, encourage her patient to chill out on the Ensure and doughnuts, to call her neurologist and let him know that her sugar is high, and to start taking Metformin.  

Did newFNP mention that this patient is also depressed and was previously abused by her partner?  Then she was diagnosed with myasthenia and had a thymectomy.  And now she has diabetes.  

The whole situation sucks.  

It's the economy, stupid!

Beginning a few months ago, newFNP noticed a disheartening trend.  Many more of her patients - young, generally healthy patients - were coming with in complaints of things like dizziness, tingling in the arms and fingers, headache and diffuse muscle pain or, as a colleague likes to call it - total body dolor.  NewFNP recognizes these symptoms as depressed mood.  As newFNP is not a fan of the don't ask, don't tell policy in regards to a few things, including the medical history, she attempts to suss out the true cause of these symptoms.  Her patients appear relieved that someone is actually asking them about the quality of their lives.  Generally, they had experienced months of financial stress including food insecurity, home loss or inability to pay rent and zero prospects for imminent improvement.  

When newFNP asks the questions about life stress, the question is often answered in a deluge of tears, seemingly pent up for all these months - perhaps trying to keep a strong face in front of the kids or family but unburdened in the small exam room.

Do these people need medical care, per se?  No.  What they need are jobs.  It makes newFNP wonder about how bad things really were in the countries from where her patients came.  They must have been awful to risk moving illegally to the US, to move to impoverished areas where their children often flounder - for a variety of reasons - in school or are introduced to gangs and to where supply greatly exceeds demand for unskilled laborers.

NewFNP did not go into healthcare to make the big bucks.  But the truth is, she's OK financially.  The only change in newFNP's life is that her clinical hours are busier than ever before and her 401k balance is dismal.  What a relief that newFNP has decades of work ahead of her to recoup those losses!  Decades of work.  Fuck.

Anyway, newFNP supposes the real question is: what has this multi-multi-multi-billion dollar bailout done for the average middle-class person, the working class, the poor?  NewFNP knows that AIG executives are doing fine, but her patients aren't and neither are many families across the country.  We need a TARP for real people, a new New Deal.  How about more student loan debt relief for teachers, nurses, physicians?  How about actually giving money to taxpayers to pay they mortgages and student loans to the banks, who will then not have to ask for a bailout?  How about putting a TARP over impoverished communities to bring better options for disenfranchised youth?  To parents who want to work?

And now the Republicans don't want to pass the current stimulus package because there is, among other things, money for contraception??  What the fuck?  People who can control their fertility tend to be more productive.  People who work in clinics where contraception is a part of care earn money and pay taxes and mortgages and credit card bills.  

NewFNP swears to God, enough is enough.  

A new beginning

Should today not have been a national holiday?  Should we as a nation not rest for one day every four years to honor ourselves and our President?

NewFNP did pause today.  She sat on the floor of the standing room only waiting room with a precocious five-year old African-American patient in her lap, her five-year old scrawny arms draped around newFNP's neck so that she and newFNP were watching the oath of office cheek to cheek.

"Do you know what today is?" newFNP asked this little girl, M as Vice President Biden exited the podium.

"No - what?" M replied.

"Today is a very special day.  We are getting a new president - our first black president," newFNP told her.

"Obama?!?" she exclaimed, wide-eyed, although she pronounced his name Obommer.  "I like Obommer!"

"So do I," newFNP said, giving M a big squeeze.  "So do I."

Make it a double

It is no surprise to newFNP that STDs are on the rise.  Hell - in newFNP's clinic alone, she had several cases this week!  Gonorrhea, check.  Chlamydia, check.  And repeat.

NewFNP's approach to disclosure of STDs is straightforward.  It is generally something along the lines of: newFNP called you in today because your test results came back positive for chlamydia.  NewFNP then pauses so as to gauge the individual patient's response.  Some people are very nonchalant when they hear the news as though it was only a matter of time.  Some people are angry.  Still others are shocked.

Then there are responses such as this: But she told me that she was a virgin.

Well, maybe she wasn't.  Maybe you were infected asymptomatically and here we are finding out right now.  NewFNP doesn't spend a hell of a lot of time conducting an epidemiological survey.  She treats her patient and, for chlamydia, she dispenses treatment to take to the patient's partner(s).

NewFNP brought her patient some water, his Azithromycin, as well as his partner's treatment dose.  He took his medicine, set down the cup and tapped the partner's bottle.  

"Uh, can I get two of these?" he asked sheepishly.  

Sure buddy.  Two partner treatment doses it is.  Trying to blame it on the ex-virgin.  Indeed!

Oh-ooh say IUD!

It has been a long time since newFNP donned her protective gown and suited up for the old IUD insertion.  So when her awesome MA told her that her G2P2 with 2 c-sections was in for a placement, newFNP was a little nervous.  A nullip cervix after all these months of an IUD insertion-free existence?  

"Not to worry, newFNP," her MA said," she's menstruating."  And it's day two and it is a-flowin!

So newFNP got her patient prepped in the all-revered lithotomy position, placed the speculum, swabbed the moderate blood to better visualize her work place, and placed the tenaculum at ten and two o'clock.  Click!  Things were moving along super smoothly as newFNP quite easily sounded her patient's uterus to a respectable 9cm.  

As newFNP was adjusting her vadge light to confirm that 9cm was in fact the magic number, a very, very unfortunate event occurred.

During the light adjustment, newFNP made the rookie mistake of not having one hand on the speculum.  You see, newFNP's clinic does not have the fancy light-equipped specula.  It has the old school cumbersome swan-necked style lights.  One hand on the sound, another on the light and a setback occurred.  It was just a seconds-long oversight that led to a size-medium bloody speculum to fly out of this lady's lady business, only to be caught by the still-in-place tenaculum.

Shit!!

NewFNP quickly and blindly removed the uterine sound as her sympathetic nervous system did an auto-reboot.  She then paused for a millisecond to control her blood pressure as her patient and MA laughed the experience off.  Thank God newFNP had done this patient's entire prenatal care course as well as her post-partum and well-baby care, and was known to her patient as not being a total frigging schmuck of a provider.

NewFNP replaced the speculum with the tenaculum still in place, a feat not so easily accomplished - you'll just have to trust newFNP on this one.  She then pulled her other MA into the room for another hand to assist with speculum position maintenance throughout the remainder of the procedure which was as seamless as could be.

Perhaps newFNP should dig up her old chemistry goggles for her future IUD placements.