Friday, May 27, 2005
Topahkal Patient StoriesThis was an amazing week at the clinic and one more day to go. We saw about 35 patients so far, not to mention alot of phone calls. I had the wonderful help of a volunteer nurse practitioner, Lorraine, and a family practice doctor, Em. Thanks!!! The week started off with a medical urgency. While I was sitting at UNMH financial aid office helping a lady sort out her $15,000.00 in bills from her pregnancy (see next paragraph) I was called by a family about a grandfather who could no longer pee. It had been about 16 hours and that starts getting quite uncomfortable and eventually downright dangerous. This grandfather was here on vacation from Mexico visiting his children and grandchildren. He had insurance in Mexico but was in a bind. Without insurance here, he was caught in the limits of the safety net. He needed a fairly simple procedure, the placement of a Foley catherter to allow him to pee. None of the clinics do this routinely so his only option would have been the ER or private urgent care at a cost of $200-500 or more. Fortunately, I had one foley catheter sitting around and was able to meet him in my clinic. I put in the foley, got about 1 liter of urine out and sent him on his way. The foley can stay in for 3-4 weeks safely so he had time to finish his visit with his family and then follow up in Mexico with his regular doctor for definitive treatment. cost was $55. and i'm ordering more Foleys. So check out this story. The lady i mentioned is undocumented. During her pregnancy she developed a rare autoimmune condition and required hi risk prenatal services. she was told by her doctor that it would all be paid for by a special fund. after her pregnancy was over she received over $15,000 in bills from the hospital. Until the Coalition for Health Access got involved, she had been unable to make progress in sorting out even a payment plan. At her financial aid appointment this week, it became clear that she had been double billed by the hospital. They had already received payment from the special medicaid fund and were billing her anyways. The financial person apologized for the mistake and promised to rectify the situation... If only I could make all the money I help people save... $15,000 wiped out in one short meeting. Granted, we had to wait about 3 hours to get to see the financial person but that is still a good hourly non-paid rate... One more story from this week. All hands go to NUTRITION! Last week a grandma came in complaining of back pain. she looked miserable. She had a 2 1/2 yo boy with her who was freaking out wild, biting her, jumping on her, hyper as can be. After an exam it looked like she had a back strain but more importantly, a sugar addiction problem with her grandson which was exaccerbating her pain to the point of breaking. We spent a significant amount of time talking about nutrition and kids and growing bodies and hyper-ness and boundaries as a healthy thing. She left feeling a little better. I scheduled her for one of the volunteer massage spots (thanks JESSIE!) this week. I saw her today after the massage, she received craniosacral work, and didn't even recognize her. she looked like a vibrant young woman. Turns out it wasn't a back strain, it was a varicella zoster outbreak as evidenced by the new lesions on that part of her back. with the grandson, things had shifted alot. she had fought him with love and boundaries for a few days, withholding the sugar and keeping a firm hand on his behavior. after 4 days he was working with her and choosing not to eat the sugar. by the time i saw her, a week later, he was calmer, better behaved, playing nicely with other kids. Cure! aziwa
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5/27/2005 06:03:00 PM |
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Friday, May 20, 2005
Last week I "voluntarily" resigned my position as adjunct faculty member and locum tenens provider at the University of New Mexico Hospital. I joined a long and growing list of people who have either been pushed out or have read the writing on the wall and chosen to leave. For me, it was a solid push. The precipitating incident was a phone call i made to one of the family practice clinics. Our public hospital had just instituted a new draconian policy of up front payment prior to being seen. Sounds benign enough on the surface, it's how many businesses operate. yet this is a public hospital. Let me share a story that brings it all to light so that you can understand why i took the step that got me kicked out. a 17yo woman, pregnant, is getting her prenatal care at an outlying clinic. Her doctor decides she might be dehydrated so she sends her to the hospital for evaluation. At the front desk this person is asked for $35. She doesn't have it. She is told to go home and come back when she has the money. fair play? after advocates (my friends) arrived, this young woman was admitted for two days for IV rehydration. this also happened to a 14yo pregnant girl two weeks ago. she was coming in for her first prenatal visit and was turned away at the front desk for lack of $35. Ask the CEO about this and he says it was an error on the part of the front desk folks. Well... yes. It was their mistake to believe that a policy put in place by him was ethical and worth following. So the policy had just been put in place one month prior. Our CEO was saying in public that only 25 people had been affected and only 18 of them had been turned away. I didn't believe him. I didn't believe that there was even any data being collected. So here was my crime. I called a clinic and asked the front desk person if they were collecting data. This person stated that she was told not to speak to anyone about this new policy, she couldn't help me. she transferred me to her manager and that's where the sparks started flying. I identified myself as a UNM physician (that's what my badge says) and I stated that I was doing community based research. My research question was - "Are you collecting data on how many patients are turned away because they don't have their copay?" this really iritated the manager and she became defensive, I became frustrated, we went back and forth and finally hung up on each other. I never got my answer. Turns out she reported me to her boss who reported me higher and higher and higher until it became this huge "thing." I got a call two days later from my boss who said that we had to talk. Bottom line, I was accused of misrepresenting myself as a UNM Physician and of doing research without IRB approval. I was told that my action (a phone call) was unacceptable and warranted immediate resignation or else I would have my privileges suspended and be reported to the state licensing board. Inflated charges, ruined credit. The same treatment many of my patients are reeciving financially by the same bullies. poetic justice? I chose to resign to avoid a large fight so that I could continue to pump my energy into creating positive solutions to this mess. This is NOT going to stop me from speaking out. As a matter of fact, it has inspired me to organize the many people who have been kicked out or chose to walk away. We are going to start by creating a bumper sticker and tee shirt - "UNMH - Been There, Done That." aziwa
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5/20/2005 01:17:00 PM |
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Thursday, May 05, 2005
The other day i was eating lunch at a restaurant near my clinic, talking to the owner about vegetarian mexican food. he's this great chef who can do wonders with eggplant. a friend of his came in who looked really familiar to me but i couldn't totally place him. i said hello and we tried for a few moments to connect. well, it turns out that he remembered who i was later and found me in my clinic for a medical problem. he had been a patient of mine when i was a resident at the Family Practice Center in Albuquerque. I was shocked he was still alive. When I had met him then, he was barely recovering from congetive heart failure with cardiac function below 20%. he had been advised by cardiologists and others to basically not move, maintain a sedentary lifestyle and cross his fingers for a few months or a year to live. I felt a little nervous then about advising folks against the advice of specialists, being a resident and all, but it was clear taht strategy was not going to work for this man. He was used to hard work and had alot of personal motivation. So we worked out a strategy for him to slowly increase his exercise as tolerate, that he might have a sudden heart attack and die, but he was clear that just sitting around doing nothing was unacceptable. So after a few months his exercise tolerance improved from 2 minutes to 20 minutes. He was back on his farm working the fields (at a little slower pace than before) and his ECHO cadiac test showed remarkable improvement, if i remember correctly, up to about 50% function. So here he was four years later still alive and healthy! so much for fear based medicine. and thank god that some patients actually take it upon themselves to teach us doctors about reality. aziwa
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To the Teeth is a weblog discussing issues of health justice, medicine, race in America,
public health in its broadest sense, healthcare at a local clinic level, and honest discussions around strategies in advocacy. Ok, so it's not so focused, but it's all connected. The regulars who post to this site are:
Anjali Taneja, a resident physician in Family Medicine at Harbor-UCLA in Los Angeles,
California (a recent transplant from the east coast). She also blogs at Los Anjalis and the
Harbor-UCLA Family Medicine Residency blog. She's on the national leadership of the National Physicians Alliance and previously worked as the Jack Rutledge Fellow for Universal Health Care
& Eliminating Health Disparities at AMSA. She dj'ed for several years with the
M U T I N Y dj crew and currently DJs and produces electronic music. (email: movement-at-gmail-dot-com)
and Andru Ziwasimon, a family medicine physician in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and a lead member of the Community Coalition for
Healthcare Access, a diverse group of providers/patients/advocates addressing access issues with the state hospital system, translation and interpretation issues, billing for under and uninsured patients, and other disparities locally.
He created and runs a sustainable and innovative clinic that serves
uninsured patients with quality care and fair prices. He also serves on the leadership of the National Physicians Alliance. (email: aziwa-at-null-dot-net)
and Sri Shamasunder, a resident physician in Internal Medicine at Harbor-UCLA in Los Angeles, CA. He's passionate
about health justice, good music, and spoken word/poetry. (email: elsrizee-at-yahoo-dot-com)
"to the teeth" (idiom):
-> in opposition; directly to one's face
-> completely, fully
-> title of a song by Ani Difranco
-> alotta alliteration
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poem: history |
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They caught the peasant walking home from the field.
On the dark road they gagged him and cut off his nose.
This they took to the museum and stuck to the king's noseless statue.
Thus was born the history that is taught in schools.
- Amitava Kumar, "History"
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Willing to Fight |
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From Ani Difranco's "Willing to Fight":
"'cause i know the biggest crime
is just to throw up your hands
say
this has nothing to do with me
i just want to live as comfortably as i can
you got to look outside your eyes
you got to think outside your brain
you got to walk outside you life
to where the neighborhood changes"
Excerpts of lyrics to Ani Difranco's poem "Self-evident" (hear her recite this poem on her official website:
yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation...
here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore
here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice
here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream
cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever
and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll...
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Lyrics from Tracy Chapman's "Subcity"
People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me
They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
They say we've fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living
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the revolution will not be televised |
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Lyrics from Gill Scott Heron's "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
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