Have a few days off, so I might as well do what I do best, vent. Not talking about this case but the news of it today jogged my memory, reminding me of the old philosophical debate about causation--proximate and ultimate.
You could have a real mess of a patient, I mean history of sexual abuse, neglect, the whole deal, couple of personality disorders, and God help you if you administer some med off label which harms the patient seriously.
Suddenly everything you did is under the microscope. Your whole life. And suddenly family and friends and "concerned" others appear out of nowhere. And you become like the perfectly placed garbage sponge, to absorb all the negativity in the family, past and present, and a good punching bag. As if you did what you did out of malice as opposed to functional concerns of reducing patient's suffering.
Look, there is absolutely no excuse to treat someone who is severely ill with any less care or concern. If anything, they need more of it. But there is a reason why neurosurgeons get sued more often than any other specialist. There are just many more ways that things can go wrong when you're dealing with complex problems or brittle systems that are barely held together. That someone dies, that someone is harmed because of something one does, does not negate the various other causes, proximate and ultimate, that contributed to the situation that the person is in presently. But death is final and we need to blame someone, better the neurosurgeon than the nameless cancer.
What I do love to see is patient's family come and voice their concerns if the patient gets worse. It truly makes me happy, to feel that there are people who care about a very ill person. But what infuriates me is a family that has been nothing but abusive, suddenly appear out of nowhere, to project their own incompetence onto you.
I don't know much about Michael Jackson but as far as I know, he was abused as a child and exposed to fame rather early on. A disaster of a life, comes to a disastrous end, and a doctor there, to blame.
You could have a real mess of a patient, I mean history of sexual abuse, neglect, the whole deal, couple of personality disorders, and God help you if you administer some med off label which harms the patient seriously.
Suddenly everything you did is under the microscope. Your whole life. And suddenly family and friends and "concerned" others appear out of nowhere. And you become like the perfectly placed garbage sponge, to absorb all the negativity in the family, past and present, and a good punching bag. As if you did what you did out of malice as opposed to functional concerns of reducing patient's suffering.
Look, there is absolutely no excuse to treat someone who is severely ill with any less care or concern. If anything, they need more of it. But there is a reason why neurosurgeons get sued more often than any other specialist. There are just many more ways that things can go wrong when you're dealing with complex problems or brittle systems that are barely held together. That someone dies, that someone is harmed because of something one does, does not negate the various other causes, proximate and ultimate, that contributed to the situation that the person is in presently. But death is final and we need to blame someone, better the neurosurgeon than the nameless cancer.
What I do love to see is patient's family come and voice their concerns if the patient gets worse. It truly makes me happy, to feel that there are people who care about a very ill person. But what infuriates me is a family that has been nothing but abusive, suddenly appear out of nowhere, to project their own incompetence onto you.
I don't know much about Michael Jackson but as far as I know, he was abused as a child and exposed to fame rather early on. A disaster of a life, comes to a disastrous end, and a doctor there, to blame.