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Guys: I am being told by the Chief resident that "They" the top (i.e. the program director) has concerns about me academically.
At first this was very devastating. I mean I had always thought that I was doing pretty well. It isn't me just being grandiose--I reality checked myself--I am reaching patients; I am getting through to very difficult patients about their med compliance. I work extra hours trying to talk to both the patient and the families so that there is a coherent story. This is especially important when schizophrenic patients have no clue why they are about to be kicked out of their apartment (i.e. their insights are much impaired).
So, on the one hand, I sense my self doing really good work. Yet, on the other hand . . . the PD expressed "Concern" --and "Concern" is really the actual term used--so vague and non-committal. Furthermore He didn't even talk to me directly. He sank the Chief on me. This put the chief in an awkward position, as he was using third and fourth-hand information. Anyways, why don't I just tell you about an example of the good work first and we can get back to this whole "Concerns" bs.
Here the whole case example: This guy. . . we will call him "C". C came in completely angry and yelling and screaming. He was brought in by the court deputies. C's mother had been concerned that C might be in danger of being kicked out of his residence. So the court well-check people went out there and lied to him by telling him that they were only going to take a ride to the pharmacy to pick up some meds. This was a calculated lie. They lied to him so that he'd be brought into the inpatient unit on a 72 hour hold (we call them 5150 holds in CA).
He became enraged, as I think we all would have been--if we had been deceived, especially if we thought we were losing our freedom, being held against our will. In any case, a Code Grey was called at psych triage. I ran to the Psych ER and saw the patient. (I am not even on the psych ER rotation--my rotation was on the inpatient unit). In any case, I was glad I attended the Code Grey. I had a chance to talk to C from the first moment on. He was inconsolable. So, emergency IM injections for C had to be written.
He then was transferred to my inpatient unit. Throughout the days, I have worked hard him. He can be an angry and intimidating big guy. None-the-less, I worked firmly and directly with him. I acknowledged all the facts--ie that he had been lied to, etc. But, I also directed him and moved him forward.
I really have a soft spot in my heart for my patients and my most important objective with C was that he hold on to his apartment. I told him about my past success stories with ppl who went on the monthly shot. I told him about one particular Big Angry Looking schizophrenic pt I had who always came in to my outpt clinic with that paranoid angry stare. I told C, that I was able to administer monthly shots to this guy and the guy actually held a landscaping job long enough that he was able to purchase a truck (F-150) for himself, which he drove and parked right in front of the clinic to show the staff 🙂. [incidentally, the F-150 is valued at exactly $1999.99 when reported to the DMV. This was done so he would not lose his SSI benefits.]
Anyways, by telling him this story, he agreed to sign a consent for oral risperdal. I had the goal of transitioning him to Invega Sustenna as a monthly shot. Alas, however, he did not want to go on the shot--terrible needle phobia. So, I had to move on and explore the other areas of my plan--which is to address his oral med failure. It turns out that for months and maybe even years, he and his mother had been trying to tell their outpt psych that the med was waaaayyy too strong. There were times when mom took C cloth-shopping at the Thrift store, and C could not even stand up straight. I was able to find out this information by getting mom on the phone with C sitting in front of me. It was very important to have C in front of me when I made the phone call. This way, all information could be cross confirmed. In this way, I gained the trust of my patient. I gave him a low oral dose of risperdal of 2mg po qAM and 3mg HS.
In that phone call, I also explored the reasons why mom initially had that concern that C might eventually be evicted out of his apartment. C had been very vague and evasive about his living situation. But, I felt that my job was very clear. It was to give C the insights to know which behaviors are not socially acceptable. I needed mom on the phone because C really had very little insight. And I also told him that because he hadn't been able to give me a coherent, it meant that he didn't understand his actions. Hence, I was not going to release him from his involuntary hold until we got complete insight into what exact behaviors were getting him so much trouble socially.
Mom was extremely helpful in this regard. It turns out that C has been inside his apartment at night (2 or 3 AM) screaming at the top of his lungs, disturbing his neighbors and being very scary to the neighbors who hear his rampages. He had already received a citation. So, with this information, C finally came clean and told me the details of his true symptoms. He hears God at night. God tells him to masturbate. And he does not want to masturbate. He sees his semen as very precious and cannot bear seeing it spill out, going to waste. He sees that as a draining of his bodily energies. So, he screams at God because God is not helping him to stop masturbating. Also, the screaming is an attempt to not hear the voices. This was a huge break through!!!! I don't believe that he has ever ever told anybody that information. He was quite embarrassed when he told me this story. But, I have gained C's trust.
I then asked him about the risperdal which I gave him. I asked him if it helped him to not think about girls. He answered in the affirmative. So, not only did it help him stop the voices, it also helped him to sleep through the night, instead of being tormented by the voices at 2 am or 3 am all through the night. Furthermore, the right dose also meant that he was able to function during the day.
Today, I plan to continue to work on him to see if he would agree to go on Invega Sustenna monthly.
This has been a very labor intensive case, but MAN! I tell you . . . the pay off has been sooooo gratifying. I am sooooo gratified by the result of this case. This Is EXACTLY WHY I AM A psychiatrists. I believe I have a gift. And I am going to be damn if I let some PD destroy that confidence by raising these Vague aasss "Concerns." The truth is that he does not know me and have not worked with me closely.
Let me just add that when I finished the phone call with mom, she specifically stopped me and said "Dr. T . . . " I said "yes?" . . . . She said " Thank you. Thank you for calling me and taking care of C". I get a little choked up even right now when I think back on those words. This is exactly why I go the extra mile for my patients. I am caring for pts who otherwise had no one to hear them. God knows they have tried to tell people (including their doctors) their problems, but no one has heard. I respect my patients and I hold to the belief that my patients will tell me what they need if I take the time to cut through the pathology and take the time to show them respect. That is my "technique" of reaching my patients.
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So, now back to the beginning of the my post. The word from the top, which is then relayed to me via the chief, is that "They (i.e. the program)" have concerns about me academically. What they mean is that when I was pimped on several occasions, I was all tongue and could not come up with clean "textbook" answers. So, throughout the Chief, I find out that the PD thinks that I am doing terribly academically. I was initially very devastated by this. Then, I thought back. I realized that the few pimpers have all been people who have not worked closely with me. So, I went back to the attendings with whom I did work closely. They all tell me that I am doing just fine. They see the hard work which I am doing and the extra mile that I go for my patients. They also tell me that they have no problems (or "Concerns") with my clinical acumen, nor my abilities as a competent physician and a psychiatrist. They have also agreed to advocate for me to the top and clear up this whole mess.
So, the moral of the story is that you have to do what you know how to do and go with your strength. A certain number of people will "get" you (i.e. the attendings who know me well; and all the nursing staff and Social workers--they "get" me and love being with me). Then, there are going to be a few people (in this case, the few attendings who just do coverage shifts) who are not going to understand you. And these few are the ones that raise "Concerns". That is always how these things work. And you just can't let them destroy you. You have to trust in your own ability enough. Go get feedback from people who know your work and regain that self-respect and fearless confidence which makes you the damn good doctor that you know you are. And, which you strive to add to, daily.
thank you for reading. Please if any words of comment or thoughts will be appreciated. I am still somewhat recovering from the injury to my psyche from the whole "We have Concerns about you" debacle.
Sincerely, signed: recovering.
Resident extraordinaire [sic], Dr. T
At first this was very devastating. I mean I had always thought that I was doing pretty well. It isn't me just being grandiose--I reality checked myself--I am reaching patients; I am getting through to very difficult patients about their med compliance. I work extra hours trying to talk to both the patient and the families so that there is a coherent story. This is especially important when schizophrenic patients have no clue why they are about to be kicked out of their apartment (i.e. their insights are much impaired).
So, on the one hand, I sense my self doing really good work. Yet, on the other hand . . . the PD expressed "Concern" --and "Concern" is really the actual term used--so vague and non-committal. Furthermore He didn't even talk to me directly. He sank the Chief on me. This put the chief in an awkward position, as he was using third and fourth-hand information. Anyways, why don't I just tell you about an example of the good work first and we can get back to this whole "Concerns" bs.
Here the whole case example: This guy. . . we will call him "C". C came in completely angry and yelling and screaming. He was brought in by the court deputies. C's mother had been concerned that C might be in danger of being kicked out of his residence. So the court well-check people went out there and lied to him by telling him that they were only going to take a ride to the pharmacy to pick up some meds. This was a calculated lie. They lied to him so that he'd be brought into the inpatient unit on a 72 hour hold (we call them 5150 holds in CA).
He became enraged, as I think we all would have been--if we had been deceived, especially if we thought we were losing our freedom, being held against our will. In any case, a Code Grey was called at psych triage. I ran to the Psych ER and saw the patient. (I am not even on the psych ER rotation--my rotation was on the inpatient unit). In any case, I was glad I attended the Code Grey. I had a chance to talk to C from the first moment on. He was inconsolable. So, emergency IM injections for C had to be written.
He then was transferred to my inpatient unit. Throughout the days, I have worked hard him. He can be an angry and intimidating big guy. None-the-less, I worked firmly and directly with him. I acknowledged all the facts--ie that he had been lied to, etc. But, I also directed him and moved him forward.
I really have a soft spot in my heart for my patients and my most important objective with C was that he hold on to his apartment. I told him about my past success stories with ppl who went on the monthly shot. I told him about one particular Big Angry Looking schizophrenic pt I had who always came in to my outpt clinic with that paranoid angry stare. I told C, that I was able to administer monthly shots to this guy and the guy actually held a landscaping job long enough that he was able to purchase a truck (F-150) for himself, which he drove and parked right in front of the clinic to show the staff 🙂. [incidentally, the F-150 is valued at exactly $1999.99 when reported to the DMV. This was done so he would not lose his SSI benefits.]
Anyways, by telling him this story, he agreed to sign a consent for oral risperdal. I had the goal of transitioning him to Invega Sustenna as a monthly shot. Alas, however, he did not want to go on the shot--terrible needle phobia. So, I had to move on and explore the other areas of my plan--which is to address his oral med failure. It turns out that for months and maybe even years, he and his mother had been trying to tell their outpt psych that the med was waaaayyy too strong. There were times when mom took C cloth-shopping at the Thrift store, and C could not even stand up straight. I was able to find out this information by getting mom on the phone with C sitting in front of me. It was very important to have C in front of me when I made the phone call. This way, all information could be cross confirmed. In this way, I gained the trust of my patient. I gave him a low oral dose of risperdal of 2mg po qAM and 3mg HS.
In that phone call, I also explored the reasons why mom initially had that concern that C might eventually be evicted out of his apartment. C had been very vague and evasive about his living situation. But, I felt that my job was very clear. It was to give C the insights to know which behaviors are not socially acceptable. I needed mom on the phone because C really had very little insight. And I also told him that because he hadn't been able to give me a coherent, it meant that he didn't understand his actions. Hence, I was not going to release him from his involuntary hold until we got complete insight into what exact behaviors were getting him so much trouble socially.
Mom was extremely helpful in this regard. It turns out that C has been inside his apartment at night (2 or 3 AM) screaming at the top of his lungs, disturbing his neighbors and being very scary to the neighbors who hear his rampages. He had already received a citation. So, with this information, C finally came clean and told me the details of his true symptoms. He hears God at night. God tells him to masturbate. And he does not want to masturbate. He sees his semen as very precious and cannot bear seeing it spill out, going to waste. He sees that as a draining of his bodily energies. So, he screams at God because God is not helping him to stop masturbating. Also, the screaming is an attempt to not hear the voices. This was a huge break through!!!! I don't believe that he has ever ever told anybody that information. He was quite embarrassed when he told me this story. But, I have gained C's trust.
I then asked him about the risperdal which I gave him. I asked him if it helped him to not think about girls. He answered in the affirmative. So, not only did it help him stop the voices, it also helped him to sleep through the night, instead of being tormented by the voices at 2 am or 3 am all through the night. Furthermore, the right dose also meant that he was able to function during the day.
Today, I plan to continue to work on him to see if he would agree to go on Invega Sustenna monthly.
This has been a very labor intensive case, but MAN! I tell you . . . the pay off has been sooooo gratifying. I am sooooo gratified by the result of this case. This Is EXACTLY WHY I AM A psychiatrists. I believe I have a gift. And I am going to be damn if I let some PD destroy that confidence by raising these Vague aasss "Concerns." The truth is that he does not know me and have not worked with me closely.
Let me just add that when I finished the phone call with mom, she specifically stopped me and said "Dr. T . . . " I said "yes?" . . . . She said " Thank you. Thank you for calling me and taking care of C". I get a little choked up even right now when I think back on those words. This is exactly why I go the extra mile for my patients. I am caring for pts who otherwise had no one to hear them. God knows they have tried to tell people (including their doctors) their problems, but no one has heard. I respect my patients and I hold to the belief that my patients will tell me what they need if I take the time to cut through the pathology and take the time to show them respect. That is my "technique" of reaching my patients.
----
So, now back to the beginning of the my post. The word from the top, which is then relayed to me via the chief, is that "They (i.e. the program)" have concerns about me academically. What they mean is that when I was pimped on several occasions, I was all tongue and could not come up with clean "textbook" answers. So, throughout the Chief, I find out that the PD thinks that I am doing terribly academically. I was initially very devastated by this. Then, I thought back. I realized that the few pimpers have all been people who have not worked closely with me. So, I went back to the attendings with whom I did work closely. They all tell me that I am doing just fine. They see the hard work which I am doing and the extra mile that I go for my patients. They also tell me that they have no problems (or "Concerns") with my clinical acumen, nor my abilities as a competent physician and a psychiatrist. They have also agreed to advocate for me to the top and clear up this whole mess.
So, the moral of the story is that you have to do what you know how to do and go with your strength. A certain number of people will "get" you (i.e. the attendings who know me well; and all the nursing staff and Social workers--they "get" me and love being with me). Then, there are going to be a few people (in this case, the few attendings who just do coverage shifts) who are not going to understand you. And these few are the ones that raise "Concerns". That is always how these things work. And you just can't let them destroy you. You have to trust in your own ability enough. Go get feedback from people who know your work and regain that self-respect and fearless confidence which makes you the damn good doctor that you know you are. And, which you strive to add to, daily.
thank you for reading. Please if any words of comment or thoughts will be appreciated. I am still somewhat recovering from the injury to my psyche from the whole "We have Concerns about you" debacle.
Sincerely, signed: recovering.
Resident extraordinaire [sic], Dr. T
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