A Country Doctor Writes:

Substack is a bigger platform that gets me much more exposure than my own little corner of the Internet. I have been re-posting old material there with lots of views. This one is from 2014:

“Prior Authorizations, Mrs. Kafka. May I have your name and the patient’s policy number.”

“My name is Country Doctor, and I don’t have the patient’s number but I have her husband’s – it is 123456789”.

“Thank you, Doctor. This is for Harry Black?”

“Well, no, it’s for his wife, Harriet. We asked for a PA for Lyrica for her, but it was approved for him instead, even though the forms we sent you clearly stated her name.”

“I see that Harry is approved for one year.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t need it. He has no diagnosis and no symptoms. Someone at your end reversed the names, because the application was for Harriet. I have a copy right here in front of me. So can we just get this approval switched over to her name instead?”

“I’m sorry, we can’t.”

https://open.substack.com/pub/acdw/p/calling-mrs-kafka?r=254ice&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post

One Morning in Maine (that’s a famous children’s book, at least locally), I set off to my new office in Presque Isle. There is a fairly dense fog as I leave the house at 7:30. I usually don’t have to leave this early, but on this day I am scheduled for a mask fitting, with COVID still a close reality. 

I didn’t want to go through Caribou in the morning traffic on Route 1 to Presque Isle with lots of stops for red lights, so I am following the Grimes Road along the northern shore of the Aroostook river to Fort Fairfield. As the fog slowly lifts, I see more and more of the river and the foliage. I pass Rocking S Ranch, where there are groups of boarded horses eating round bale hay in the nearly barren fields. My own horses probably wouldn’t eat round bale; I left them munching on second cut hay, an almost rare delicacy here in northern Maine. 

Going from Fort Fairfield toward Presque Isle, I don’t turn right on my usual weekend shopping road that would bring me past Lowe’s to a fairly busy part of town, but continue past Amish country with more horses in the fields and some shackled to buggies standing outside the farm houses. In Easton I turn right and eventually pass the small hospital in Presque Isle and then turn onto a side street before I even see the very first traffic light on my journey and I actually arrive at the office in less time than if I had taken the busiest road through town.

My first house call for the day is an hour away, close to Houlton. I see Edwin Starks, a man with multiple medical problems and spotty medical care. Halfway through our one hour initial visit I know that he had been misdiagnosed and that he suffers from an iatrogenic condition (an avoidable disease caused by his previous providers’ misguided medication choices).

Read the whole post;

https://acdw.substack.com/p/on-the-road-and-at-home-in-maine

I am leaving my position as a primary care doctor in Maine. My reason is the EMR’s workflows. My nurse can’t sort incoming information for me. I’m the first one to see unsorted reports and as one of the busiest providers in my organization, I really miss the supportive work of prioritizing incoming information that my nurse used to be allowed to provide for me.

Modern Electronic Medical Records send everything to the provider, unsorted, unprioritized, and we then need to spoon-feed this back to our support staff. I think it’s inefficient, unsafe and unethical to bottleneck everything through the provider. I believe this is mostly done for malpractice/liability types of reasons, but I can’t work without a team. In normal businesses support staff is always filtering information to the boss. The boss doesn’t open the mail. That’s how it works in today’s primary care and it’s inefficient and it’s wrong.

And just so you know, here is my LinkedIn listing of available primary care doctor jobs within easy commuting distance from my house. Primary care as we know it is falling apart.

In the coming weeks, I will start posting regularly on my Substack about my new house call practice under the heading “progress notes”.

See you there!

Hard to believe, this is moving fast. I resigned in July thinking I had a three month notice, but I misremembered the contract, it was a six month notice. The only details I care about are the medical details, everything else somehow seems less important to me. I forget errands on my way home all the time but tell me about a case and I’ll remember everything.

I have two more days of patient service for my current employer. Then I need to take some time to clean out my ridiculous 23 inboxes. Am I the only one who thinks the inboxes are abusive? After that I will transition to full-time with Galileo health. House calls about three days a week, remote work about two days a week. Smaller and sicker patient population, more nimble organization that seems to leverage provider input/effort better. I will continue to write, on my Substack primarily now. The category “progress notes” will be behind a paywall. Everything else will be free. Listen, I’m 70 years old, and I need to make a living into my old age.

But my goal in life, and in my writing, is to always under-promise an over-deliver

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One of my group home residents has all kinds of problems that I and several specialists have grappled with. In the past few weeks, he developed a new one. He had already had episodes of altered consciousness without cardiac or neurologic explanation.

Not long ago, a second neurologic opinion suggested that the patient’s risperidone, a modern “atypical” antipsychotic, might be the cause. So the psychiatrist switched the patient to quetiapine, another drug in the same class. Personally I find quetiapine a scarier drug in many ways, but my patient seemed to have fewer episodes on the new drug. But two weeks ago there seemed to be new spells, and they included low blood sugars. My patient is not a diabetic, but one of the lead workers at the group home is a former medical assistant of mine with a very good head on his shoulders. He checked the blood sugar and it was lower than expected for the time of day and foods eaten. Blood sugars had never been low in this patient before, even during near collapses.

When I heard about this, I ordered a paired fasting blood sugar and insulin level. They wre normal, making an insulin producing tumor an unlikely explanation.

In today’s visit, D. posed the question “do you think the quetiapine could be the cause?”

“I don’t know”, I said and googled “quetiapine hypoglycemia” and, sure enough, there was a case report of just this apparent side effect.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7387607/#:~:text=By%20interacting%20with%20these%20receptors,cells%20and%20thereby%20cause%20hypoglycemia.&text=Insulin%20is%20secreted%20by%20pancreatic,the%20islets%20of%20Langer%2Dhans

“How helpful is the quetiapine for the moods, compared to the risperidone?”, I asked.

“Better”, D. answered. “And the day we did the fasting bloodwork, which is when the sinus surgery took place, he was off the wall and the anesthesiologist had to give him Haldol.”

So we agreed to keep the quetiapine, schedule snacks between meals and monitor the blood sugars. But at least we think we know what’s going on. Hopefully we can work around all this…