Patient’s Choice


I’ve recently had a few experiences, while getting healthcare, that leave me wondering what is being taught in medical schools about “bedside manner”. It’s got to still be a thing, right? Let’s talk about it for a moment.

You know how you may have some students observing in your doctor’s office? I thought that the norm was to ask the patient if they want to have a student observe them BEFORE they actually have the student in the room with you. That’s just my thought; I could be totally wrong about that but in polite society where a patient has a choice, I’d assume that would be standard, ask first. (I’m now wondering if the term “polite society” is an oxymoron.)

I asked a medical student that question (completely removed from these events) and they informed me that indeed the patient should be asked first at that point they as the student never see that patient. I’ve had to ask a few students to leave out of the examination room because I wasn’t asked FIRST. I felt bad for a few because it wasn’t their fault, I should have been asked FIRST. The issues I’m having right now are pretty major so I can see how a preceptor might want the student to have the experience but not at the expense of the patient being made to feel uncomfortable. I literally felt intruded upon. At this point in my life I have no problem asking the student to leave as the issues I’m having leave me feeling like I don’t need anymore scrutiny. I’m polite of course (I think.) but in my opinion I shouldn’t have been put in that position in the first place. It also makes me wonder about when that happens to people who don’t feel comfortable speaking up. Do they then have their visit ruined because of this intrusion? They may not get all their questions answered because they don’t feel comfortable being frank in front of a stranger.

I’m not trying to make this into a talk about consent but now that the word has been put out there, it really is about consent. It’s about treating the patient like a human and not some tool to be learned upon. Yes, I meant to use the word “upon”. Really, that’s what it feels like.

Having been put in that position when I was much younger I wouldn’t have spoken up. I speak up now.

Has anyone else experienced such? I ask you not rhetorically but because I’d love to hear your experiences as well in getting healthcare or if you are a healthcare giver I’d really love to hear your thoughts. If you are a student, definitely I’d love to hear from you. One of my thoughts while this was happening to me was that perhaps the student didn’t get a chance to observe me, per se, as a patient but there was an opportunity to learn in that situation. Learn that the patient has a choice, not to be offended and move on to the next patient. Sadly, one “student” had a serious attitude after I asked them to leave. I can only hope this person learns this lesson. I certainly learned something during these experiences. That there will be moments that try your patience and kindness these moments are fleeting and you don’t get them back. Take a breath, take control, roll with it.

Thanks for reading, please comment.


Unfinished Business (Blogposts)


Just wondering, how many of you have unfinished blog posts out there? I start it with gusto then when it’s time to hit the post button, I can’t do it. Me? I’m currently on number eight. They’re sitting unfinished and some even now irrelevant in content. Yet I don’t have the heart to delete it forever. For example: I started a post called “Why I never Believed in Santa Clause”; in January that seems a bit… I don’t know.. not interesting? Would anyone even be interested in reading something like that in January or any other time of the year besides Christmas? Feel free to comment below either way. You won’t hurt my feelings.

The content about my story; I haven’t had the nerve yet to do a WIP even though all the other WIPers are very open and smart and thoughtful. Anxiety much? Yeah that’s me. This post almost became archived, unfinished number nine. Anyone with any advice at all on how they overcame or are coping with the anxiety surrounding sharing their writing, it would be greatly appreciated. Please share, liberally. Thanks in advance.

The Unexpected

“I convinced myself winning meant getting out. But in what world do you get to leave the ring and declare victory? This is where I belong. In the fight. It’s who I am.”-Veronica Mars

Timely words that resonate so completely for me at this time in my life. The source is unexpected, a fictional woman who found herself in the death of her best friend. The veil of innocence was ripped from her life when she dared to hold accountable those that were responsible for their wrong doings. The person is made up but the sentiment is very, very real.

That’s right, I’m here to stay. No one tells me to get out or to leave, I’m fighting and I intend to win.

An Open Letter to my Characters

Dear Ian, Jason, Linda and Angel,

I know I’ve left you in some pretty precarious places and you’ve probably checked your watches about a hundred times by now waiting for me to help you continue. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you shortly as I’m think up new tortures and FML moments to subject you to in the morning. I assume you’ve bathed without me? I hope so. If not, I’ll be sure to get that in there the next time I’m with you, it’s been a few days and I’m sure it’s needed. Have you eaten? I know only one of you have that I can account take account of; I’ll try to remember to sneak in a few more meals. Only if it doesn’t detract from the pace of the story, if it does then you’ll just have to go hungry. Sorry.

I appreciate your patience with me as I continue to screw your lives beyond hope and have things happen to you that would not be socially acceptable and criminal on my plane of existence. But not to worry, you’re strong and you’ll kind of get though these things. Some of you anyways.