A Country Doctor Writes:

Almost two years into this new age of varying degrees of self quarantine, I am registering that my own social interactions through technology have been an important part of my life.

I text with my son, 175 miles away, morning and night and often in between. I talk and text with my daughter and watch the videos she and my grandchildren create.

I not only treat patients via Zoom; I also participate, as one of the facilitators, in a virtual support group for family members of patients in recovery.

I have reconnected with cousins in Sweden I used to go years without seeing; now I get likes and comments almost daily on things that I post. I have also video chatted with some of them and with my brother from my exchange student year in Massachusetts 50 years ago.

I have stayed in touch with people who moved away. And I have made new friends through the same powerful little eye on the world I use for all these things, my 2016 iPhone SE.

Members of my addiction recovery group stay in touch with each other via phone or text between clinics. They constantly point out the value of the social network they have formed, even though they only meet, many of them via Zoom, once a week. The literature has supported this notion for many years and is very robust: Social isolation is a driver of addiction.

It is also a driver of cardiovascular risk and is thought to be a risk factor of the same magnitude as smoking.

But, do new, online friendships mean as much for our health? This is probably a question that is too new to be answered. How many of these relationships can transition and deepen over time and through different stages of life? Suzanne Degges-White, PhD, writes cautiously about this in Psychology Today.

In 2017, pre-pandemic, Frontiers in Psychology reported that people who spent a lot of time on the Internet were more lonely than people who used the Internet less. But that was in a different era, when in-person relationships were a more practical and safe option than they are today. Back then, the heavy users of the Internet were possibly a self selected group for entirely different reasons than today’s high utilization demographic.

But with the fragile state of affairs, exemplified by the revolving door of new coronavirus mutations – of which Omicron is unlikely the last one – we probably need to make the most of whatever means we have to stay in touch with family and friends. Not so much that we neglect the necessary solitude we all need for introspection and self care, but enough to feel connected in some way to the human race.

It is human nature to name things. Even babies do it. They point at or grab a new object and say “Da” or some other one syllable word as they discover and claim the world around them.

People who don’t feel well search for answers. It is bewildering for them to hear “We don’t know what’s wrong with you”.

Nobody wants to be dizzy. It feels more substantial to have vertigo, even though in reality both terms are equally specific.

Every era has its diagnostic terminology, influenced by larger trends in science and sociology. People who are searching to name their symptoms tend to latch on to the diseases that get publicity and there are usually practitioners who feed into that. Many times diagnostic criteria are undeveloped or controversial. We call these entities syndromes, just like clinicians have done over the centuries before us. We describe constellations of symptoms and speculate about their cause. Only much later do we understand their pathophysiology and become able to sharpen their definitions. This tends to exclude some people who self diagnosed their way into something nameable.

Right now, there is the emerging concept of “Long Covid”. Before that it was chronic Lyme. It was neurasthenia in the early 1900’s. In between, we saw the emergence of fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue syndrome and many others.

Different cultures have different diagnostic frameworks. In Sweden there are 300,000 people with nonspecific symptoms who are diagnosed with sensitivity to electromagnetic fields. They move into super insulated homes off the power grid. I never hear of that here.

Wikipedia and many other sources, including Science Direct, list such “Culture-Bound Syndromes”. For example, Premenstrual Syndrome, Anorexia Nervosa and Morgellons aren’t universally recognized conditions, but fairly specific to Western cultures.

I am torn about using labels that may not fit exactly. They can help as concepts, but can also predispose patients to magnifying their illness experience and thus be self-fulfilling prophecies. I tend toward the concept of shadow syndromes and disease spectrums.

For example, I’m not hung up on how many fibromyalgia tender points a patient has. As long as they don’t meet the criteria for inflammatory rheumatic diseases, I often introduce the concept early on by saying “you have many features of what we call fibromyalgia, so these are some things that may help you feel better, even if you don’t have the full-blown condition…” (See more on my thoughts on the spectrum of disease here.)

Andrew White had a long history of non-cardiac chest pain, usually fitting the definition of costochondritis, or Tietze’s syndrome. His pain was sharp, localized high up to the left, not far from his collar bone. He was always tender to the touch there and his EKG and bloodwork were always normal.

Between his recurring chest pain and other symptoms, like belly pain and swelling with pain in his legs, Andrew had logged half a dozen emergency room visits in the first 9 months of this year. Each time, he had called the ambulance to get there.

Then one day, during a regular office visit, he told me about a new pain he’d been having. Because he doesn’t drive, he usually walks to the store. For the past two weeks, he had noticed some shortness of breath on the way back up the hill to his apartment. Also, he had felt a pressure more in the middle of his chest.

Was this the power of suggestion after being asked about such symptoms every time he had been to the emergency room? Or was it the real thing this time?

His exam and EKG were normal.

I did not take any chances. I put him on a long acting nitroglycerin plus PRN sublingual tablets with careful instructions on how to use them. I also prescribed atorvastatin and ordered an ASAP nuclear, chemical, stress test and told him under which circumstances to call 911, even though I had discouraged him from doing so for other symptoms before. I didn’t start a betablocker because his blood pressure was on the low side, but I scheduled an early followup.

His stress test was only mildly abnormal, but his cardiac cath showed a near total occlusion of his left anterior descending coronary artery. This is the big one that has been called the “widow maker”.

The lesson here is obvious. Even worriers and hypochondriacs get bad diseases sometimes. We must never dismiss or underestimate that possibility.

The sentimentalist in me tends to pen reflections at Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year.

It’s perhaps not an obvious thing to be thankful right now, but I still think we should be.

We didn’t all die. Most of us are still alive and well. There is food in the supermarket, electricity in the outlets and gasoline at the pumps. Medical clinics and hospitals are mostly open for business and now there are vaccines, medications and infusions to combat the virus that threatened to wipe us all out.

This pandemic is certainly a reminder not to take ANYTHING for granted. And, unfortunately, it has reminded us that adults can be just like children, throwing temper tantrums when they don’t get their way. And just like two year olds, these adults act out their frustration against the bearers of bad news, rather than the cause of it.

As I write this, there is news about riots in Europe against common sense precautions and restrictions. There are countless reports about hostilities and violence in this country over simple things like mask mandates.

At the same time, Covid case rates are climbing. And here we are, with holiday travel picking up and predictions of new surges as a result.

This is a time to hunker down, a time to not be greedy. It is a time, still, for delayed gratification, adult and responsible thinking. It is a time for taking stock in what we have and what has been accomplished in securing a way through and out of this natural disaster.

I read about an experiment that plans to cause a space collision with an asteroid to see how much we can alter its trajectory. This could pave the way for saving the planet some day if a more threatening space ball should appear. A small nudge, the article said, could have a major effect on the course of this astral body.

Kind of like small changes in human behavior.

I am thankful for the tools and the power we all now have that can alter the trajectory of the pandemic.

We are being robbed: Robbed of the tools of language our profession has used and shared with the world at large. Popular culture has embraced our language and incorporated it in other areas: Who hasn’t seen a bill hit the senate floor DOA or STAT communications in non-medical contexts, for example? But now, we – the first users of our language – are restricted from using it.

For over a hundred years, prescriptions have used abbreviations, like PRN, PO and QID. Those are now slated to disappear. Even the Joint Commission says so.

Every area of life has a rapidly evolving vernacular, full of newly minted abbreviations for concepts that didn’t exist until yesterday. NFTs, non-fungible tokens, for the first rendition of a ubiquitous internet image, is the latest one that comes to mind.

First, the argument was that we needed to issue prescriptions via computer because our handwriting was sloppy. Now, even neat, digital prescriptions and office notes are unwelcome because lay people or lazy or inattentive readers might misread our electronic communications.

Why does this apply only to us? Why are there USB connectors, when the real term is Universal Serial Bus? How come online chats are allowed to use terms like LOL and ROFL? What if a newcomer doesn’t understand those abbreviations? And what about finance? Why can they use terms that even their customers don’t understand.

Should we level the playing field and simply outlaw all abbreviations in this country? Or, should we allow rapid communication between technical experts in their own language? Lower the bar or maintain and protect it?