“I see you have a history of VRE,” said my nurse as I passed the mid-point of my fourth hospital admission.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s a common infection that people sometimes get in the hospital,” she answered.
“Well, this is my fourth admission. I’ve been here for almost 40 of the last 50 days, and no one has ever mentioned that before,” I replied.
“It’s the reason everyone has been coming in here wearing disposable isolation gowns,” she continued.
I had wondered what that was about. From the team of doctors making daily rounds to the people delivering my meals, all donned the disposable gowns before entering my room. No one had ever told me why. I’d thought that it was simply a precaution that applied to everyone on my cancer floor.
“After three clear swabs, you won’t have to worry about it anymore,” she concluded.
“Swabs of what?” I asked.
“Didn’t someone take a rectal swab last Tuesday?” she wondered.
“No. Other than in the ER at the time of my admissions, no one has ever swabbed any part of me,” I said.
“Hmmmmm…..,” she seemed puzzled, as was I.
The digital compilation of patient medical records was supposed to increase efficiency. It reminds me of a time when many in the legal profession hailed the onset of computerization as something that would make discovery — the mutual exchange of documents by adversaries in litigation — easier, cheaper, and less burdensome than dealing with paper. Today, a cottage industry of electronic-discovery vendors is grateful for how that turned out. Clients who continue to pay enormous amounts dealing with written and electronic discovery in big cases have a somewhat different view.
In some ways, computerization helps. Doctors can access patient records remotely. All relevant data appears in one place. Moving records from one care location to another is easier.
Computers also increase the ease with which many different people can enter information into a patient’s file. That becomes a mixed blessing that boils down to three words: too much information. Separating the important from the irrelevant becomes a daunting challenge.
Too Much Information; Too Little Time
Meanwhile, cost-saving systems dictated by hospital CEO’s with MBA’s in pursuit of greater efficiency — which translates into greater demands on individual medical workers — exacerbate the problem. Those workers have less time to wade through all of the potentially relevant information.
The most important advantages of computerized medical records get lost when those responsible for the delivery of patient care don’t read the the information that matters. It’s the peril of providing anyone with too much information — but with no filter allowing them to separate what matters from what doesn’t.
That takes me back to the nurse’s comment about my “history of VRE.”
Good Nurses Make a Big Difference
After our conversation about the VRE infection that I supposedly had, the nurse explained the situation to her successor on the night shift. The next morning, my night nurse came into my room with the answer.
“When you were in the hospital last time, you contracted a blood infection,” she began.
“I know,” I said. “Probably the result of a procedure here. It was one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had. They treated it with a broad spectrum antibiotic.”
“I went back through all of the notes and found the detailed report of that infection,” she said proudly. “It showed that the term VRE referred to the type of blood infection you had, not the kind of VRE that is common in hospitals and detected by rectal swab. You’ve never had the common kind.”
“Good grief,” I replied.
“When someone saw or heard that you had a history of VRE, everyone assumed that you had the more common VRE that requires isolation and disposable gowns for medical people entering your room. But you don’t. In fact, your last blood screen tested negative for that blood infection version of VRE as well. You could still get the more common type of VRE while you’re in the hospital, but you don’t have it now and never have had it.”
“So people have been wearing those disposable gowns for no reason?” I asked. It seemed unlikely that the flimsy gowns accomplished any meaningful protection against transmitting infection anyway. But as one doctor told me, they were “hospital protocol.” I wonder how much this “protocol” costs whoever ultimately pays for it.
“Right,” she said. “The isolation sign on your door can come down.”
“Thank you for your conscientiousness,” I told her.
“No problem,” she said. “I like investigating things and finding answers. “Part of the problem is that when you go through all the computer notes from all the different doctors entering things from everywhere, there’s almost too much information. It’s hard to sort it all out.”
“Well, you did and I’m very grateful to you,” I said. I thought that she would be a good doctor.
There’s a longstanding computer truism: garbage in, garbage out. Here’s a medical system corollary: Too much information going in; too little time for medical personnel to digest it; too bad for the patient.
And remember, I’m at one of the finest medical facilities in the world.
And you’re one of the smartest patients they’ll ever have! Lucky for both you and the hospital.
Steve–its been several years since we last corresponded–when I had just left law practice and entered the world of coaching. Given our similar careers, and almost identical discomfort with the state of large firm culture and practice, it was no surprise that I should find your blog, and your posts in the American Lawyer compelling. It’s always nice to find a kindred spirit. I am so distressed to hear of your illness, and of the challenges you have faced within the medical system. All too familiar to me–sadly–over the past five years–a loved one who has also battled cancer. I’ll keep reading. PLease keep writing. You have so many wise and important observations to make. Warm regards–Betsy Munnell
“And remember, I’m at one of the finest medical facilities in the world.”
Sounds like the care you’re receiving has been consistently sub-par to be perfectly honest. Careless docs, overworked docs, arrogant docs, incompetent trainee docs…the list goes on and on. Bad care is bad care is bad care, regardless of the fancy name on the hospital.
Are you sure you’re in the best place for you? I’d love to hear your thoughts on why you chose that institution in particular. A future post perhaps?
All the best.
Per my earlier posts, I have the correct specialists for my condition, but it was a challenge to reach that point. And, to be fair, my case has been uniquely difficult with respect to diagnosis and treatment. Based on numerous other comments and feedback that I have received, my experiences are regrettably common insofar as they reveal ubiquitous problems with our current medical delivery system.