Musings of a Distractible Mind
Thoughts of an odd, but not harmful primary care physician.
Musings of a Distractible Mind
Thoughts of an odd, but not harmful primary care physician.
Musings
My blog has been a destination of the most discerning healthcare reader since 2006. Come see my elegant assortment of topics, such as:
- Health Care Policy
- Llamas
- Personal insights from a doctor's perspective
- Bob Saget
- Patient-centered care
- Body odor
- Whether it is "Health Care" or Healthcare
Come visit and see the site that Oprah doesn't dare admit she reads.
Recent Posts
With so much attention to physician burnout and the high cost of care, the discussion spends far too little time talking about the lack of time most primary care docs have for their patients. Before I left my old practice (nearly 7 years ago!), I was increasingly burdened by the fact that I was increasingly being robbed of the time necessary to give good care. I was spending too much time dealing with red tape from the insurance companies and from the rules from the government aimed at “improving care.” Since quitting, I’ve yet to see more than 15 patients in any given day, and am often reminded how much my patients appreciate the time I can spend with them.
So how to pull myself out of my writer’s block? Write about or rupturing healthcare system? Write about the abuse of doctors at the hands of our insurance (and government) overlords? Write about the insanity of politics and the mutilation of common sense? Write about the royals? About Cheetos? About mutant ducks?
Whoa. Mutant ducks. Hmmm. Maybe I should start writing again. I wonder if they eat Cheetos.
I gave a TED talk. Okay, it was really a TEDx talk, done right here in Augusta, GA (the garden city...which sounds good until you realize New Jersey is the garden state) on February 3. The talk was entitled "Hi, I'm Rob and I'm a Recovering Doctor," and it focused on how two basic changes in how doctors are paid can totally change the patient experience
“Don’t worry, doc. It’s just one eye. I’ve got two.”
My stomach lurched to hear this statement. A guy who has done nothing wrong aside from choosing self-employment (and perhaps inheriting less-than-stellar genes) is left with the choice: financial devastation or blindness in one eye. He works hard, has served the country, didn’t complain to me at all, yet here he is about to be swallowed by the ever widening maw of impossible medical expense.
I am normal.
OK, aside from that llama thing.
I have good days and bad. Some days I am content, connected, focused, and motivated. On those days I enjoy my job, I enjoy the people I’m with, I am willing to be inconvenienced by interruptions.
On other days…not so much. I wake up grumpy and (despite multiple cups of coffee) continue it through the day. I keep score of all the ways in which life has conspired to make the day difficult. Too many red lights. Too windy. Clearly terrible things going on. I am not patient with people, and am distracted by little things.
Like I said: I am normal. I do my best to not let these things stand in the way of the care I give, and I try to hide my emotions from my patients. It’s a necessary part of the job. But there are still days I’m better at it than others.
Sample Blog Categories
Humor
Sometimes the best way to say something is to surprise people and make them laugh. The best humor laughs more at itself than at others' expense.
Deep Thoughts
Sometimes my thoughts go deep. Dealing with death and suffering can do that to an already introspective person.
Our Broken System
Health care is messed up. Here I give both an insider's (before I started my new practice) and outsider's view of what's wrong.
I am normal.
OK, aside from that llama thing.
I have good days and bad. Some days I am content, connected, focused, and motivated. On those days I enjoy my job, I enjoy the people I’m with, I am willing to be inconvenienced by interruptions.
On other days…not so much. I wake up grumpy and (despite multiple cups of coffee) continue it through the day. I keep score of all the ways in which life has conspired to make the day difficult. Too many red lights. Too windy. Clearly terrible things going on. I am not patient with people, and am distracted by little things.
Like I said: I am normal. I do my best to not let these things stand in the way of the care I give, and I try to hide my emotions from my patients. It’s a necessary part of the job. But there are still days I’m better at it than others.
I recently went hiking in a beautiful national park outside of Columbia, SC. This park was in a swampy area and contained all sorts of wildlife (called “critters” down here) and plant life (called “trees and those other things” down here). When I was young, my dad would take us kids on hikes through the Adirondack Park in New York, and so being on hikes in nature hits my soul in a very deep spot. It’s emotional, it’s physical, it’s a treat to my senses, and it’s a spiritual experience for me.
The drug test came back abnormal. There was THC present. I walked back to Mrs. Johnson and raised my eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" she asked, not used to whatever kind of look I was giving her.
"Uh, you forgot to mention to me that you smoke weed."
She blushed and then smirked. "Well, yes, I guess I forgot to put that down on the sheet. I don't do it real often, but sometimes it takes mind off of things. I just get real anxious about my kids, my husband...and my heart problems. I only smoke one or two a night"
She's not your usual picture of a pot-head. She's in her sixties, has coronary heart disease, irritable bowel, hypertension, is on Medicaid, and is the essential caricature of the the poor white folk who live in the deep south. And she smokes weed.
"I want to tell you my story now," a patient recently told me, a woman who suffers from many physical and emotional ailments. She had the diagnosis of PTSD on her problem list, along with hospitalizations for "stress," but I never asked beyond that.
"OK," I answered, not knowing what to expect. "Tell me your story."
She paused for about 30 seconds, but I knew not to interrupt the silence. "I killed my husband," she finally said.
OK. Unexpected.
Howard died on Friday.
Howard was the general surgeon I preferred sending my patients to because he took good care of them. He listened to what they said, he joked around with them, and he took them seriously. He also was famous for wearing tie-died scrubs. This type of care is unfortunately difficult to find from consultants.
Yeah, I am still here. Sorry I left you with Bob the Llamaturkey as my last post to see. That is very thoughtless of me.
Many who have been reading my blog adventure as I build my new practice have noted a bit of a down mood in my writing. Yes, that has been there (not Bob the Llamaturkey, other stuff). The past two years have been quite a but more than I expected. They have definitely been more rewarding and fulfilling than I could have hoped, but they have also been far more anxiety provoking and exhausting than my worries could have conjured. The medical side of things has been wonderful, but the burden of starting a business from scratch is heavy.
Hence the absence of recent blog posts.
“Don’t worry, doc. It’s just one eye. I’ve got two.”
My stomach lurched to hear this statement. A guy who has done nothing wrong aside from choosing self-employment (and perhaps inheriting less-than-stellar genes) is left with the choice: financial devastation or blindness in one eye. He works hard, has served the country, didn’t complain to me at all, yet here he is about to be swallowed by the ever widening maw of impossible medical expense.
Go to a typical primary care practice (like the one I was in for 18 years) and try to find out the cost of anything and you will only get shrugs and obfuscation. It’s not only that they don’t know what things cost, but the design of the system on which care is built goes out of its way to hide those costs. Why? Because it would be infuriating to people to see that their insurance pays 100% more than someone else’s plan and it would be equally mortifying to some physicians to realize just how bad their pay is compared to the docs down the hall.
Fortunately for this my patient, I was not only able to reunite him with the joys of sitting, but I was able, with a little research, to find him his proctological savior at a low cost. Unfortunately, most patients don't have docs who are economically incentivized to save them money, and most people don't realize all of the games played by pharmaceutical companies and pharmacies to routinely perform wallet biopsies, nor do they know how to find the cheapest prices for their medications.
I don't know what can be done about this kind of thing aside from increasing awareness. I'm not real confident in any government solution. People just need to be smarter shoppers when it comes to their care. It's just a shame that people who are dealing with health problems (even if it is just trouble sitting) have to outsmart the gaming done by those supposedly trying to help them.
People are quick to accept non-answers from specialists, to be misconstrued by ER doctors, and to spend a week in the hospital without knowing what is going on. Other doctors are far too willing to accept fragmented care, not knowing the context of the current hospitalization or outpatient consultation.
For those still unaware (perhaps looking through catalogs for gigantic inflatables for president's day), ICD-10 is the 10th iteration of the coding taxonomy used for diagnosis in our lovely health care system. This system replaces ICD-9, which one would expect from a numerological standpoint (although the folks at Microsoft jumped from Windows 8 to Windows 10, so anything is possible). This change should be cause for great celebration, as ICD-9 was miserably inconsistent and idiosyncratic, having no codes describing weakness of the arms, while having several for being in a horse-drawn vehicle that was struck by a streetcar. Really.
Until our system can figure out a way to handle this kind of thing, we will pay a big price. Waiting for problems to become emergencies is a terribly expensive practice. I'm not sure I know exactly what needs to be done for this, but it's becoming an increasingly common problem. Some say that a single-payor system will be the remedy, but they ignore the fact that a third-party payor system is what got us in this mess in the first place. Things are far too expensive because patients don't have to pay for them. That's why stress tests, which don't actually cost thousands of dollars to do, are so expensive. That's why there is $100 hemorrhoid cream. That's why medications are unreasonably expensive: someone else pays the bill.
Best Of
"Best" is a relative term. Perhaps it's like being a tall fetus, or like a small quasar. "Best" of Rob's posts. Yep. Either an oxymoron or a low bar to get over.
The Physical Exam
One of my most popular Series, the physical exam combines real information with total nonsense with an aim to both educate and totally confuse my readers.
My New Practice
Read what I've written about my new practice here. Follow the story from my days of dissatisfaction in my old practice to the whole process of figuring this new thing out.
I was excited. Finally I could get my questions answered by America's doctor darling. Since I know he's a busy guy, I thought I'd need to get his attention. No, I wasn't interested in the miracle antioxidant pill that detoxes my carotid arteries, reprograms my neuronal circuitry, melts away belly fat, and enhances me in the bedroom. I know about that already. I've seen his show.
No, my questions were far more important
Llamaricks
Be Amusing, Not Averse
Llamaricks
Be Amusing, Not Averse
Llamaricks: My Poetry (I use that word lightly) blog.
Is it a rhyme?
Is it a Llama?
It seems this time
you've found the drama.
A play on words.
Some words at play.
The line gets blurred.
The color's gray.
This blog is meant
for your own writing.
So please invent
some words exciting.
They may not rhyme.
They may be terse.
But be sublime
and write in verse!
I'll publish those
who meet the measure.
I'll share the prose
for all to treasure.
I put this bee
into your bonnet.
Please send to me
your rhyme and sonnet.
So how should you
submit in your best?
Email me here;
I'll do the rest.
You likely are asking: What’s up with this site?
What’s up with the author? His mind is not right.
And what is a Llamarick? A word that’s created
From a creature that’s odd, and a verse often hated?
To answer those questions, to give explanation
Makes an assumption that has no foundation.
Assuming a reason behind their creation
Gives credit to neurons far over their station
No, most of this writing comes right off the cuff
Not from the cerebrum or smarty-pants stuff
While some of the prose may get you to thinking
Most will cause people to ponder more drinking
The gist of this poem and following pages
Is not stuff of wisdom or wit of the ages
I may talk of issues that folks are discussing
I may give opinions Tho' likely no cussing
Some prose may be poignant, some points may provoke
And others may raise the thought: "What did he smoke?"
What you are reading's the thoughts from my brain
Distracted, demented, at times even sane
And if you consider this poem as a test
You may have the stomach to read all the rest
So if you find insights or gems in their rough
I hope that you’ll join me as I write more stuff
And if all these verses do nothing for you
Then I hope a llama will poo on your shoe.
Dr Rob Lamberts, LLC
My New Direct Care Practice: Focused on Patients, Not Payers.
Dr Rob Lamberts, LLC
My New Direct Care Practice: Focused on Patients, Not Payers.
My TED talk given 2/3/18
My new practice is an attempt to go back to where health care should be: between doctor* and patient. Instead of me being paid by insurance companies or government bureaucracies, I work for my patients, because you work for the person paying you. Being paid by third parties meant that they were the one I had to make happy, not the patient. This is why customer service is nonexistent in health care.
I think people should expect more from their doctors. People expect to have to wait when they shouldn't. They expect to have to come in to have questions answered, even if they are simple questions. They expect for care to be complicated when it could be simple. They expect the doctor to be the center of the health care universe, when they, the patients, should be in that position.
My practice operates on 4 main principles:
1. Focus on health instead of sickness.
People shouldn't view health care as something they need to use. Ideally, people would stay away from doctors, off of drugs, and out of hospitals. The problem is that the whole system we have is aimed at the opposite. My practice is different, taking the time to do the things necessary to keep people well.
My patients spend most of their time on the couch across from me. Not in the exam or waiting rooms!
2. Listening is more important than doing things.
I answer the phone. I communicate electronically with my patients. I take the time to get to know them. This is a whole lot better than ordering a bunch of tests, and it's quite a bit cheaper. Unfortunately, communication is penalized by the U.S. system. Fortunately for me, my patients are amazed at the difference they see from a doctor who actually listens.
3. Less medical care is often better than more
Health care has been turned into a transaction: find problems, treat them with procedures, and get paid for the number of procedures done (the bigger the better). This has yielded the expected outcome: more care than is needed; lots more. Unfortunately, the focus on treating problems gets in the way with the highest goal of medicine: preventing disease in the first place. My focus is far more on risk reduction and quality of life than on finding disease and doing a treatment (often for diseases that aren't high risk and treatments that are).
4. Patient records belong to patients
If my bank told me that the only way I could get my bank records was to pay for them, I'd fire them and get another bank. This is what doctors tell patients all the time. Why? Because records are not for care, they are for showing the problems and procedures necessary to get paid. I think records should be entirely focused on patient care, not on billing. I think patients are best served to have access to all of their records, especially in this age of mobile computing.M
If you want to see more about my practice, go to my practice website: doctorlamberts.org.
*Obviously, this includes nurses, PA's, NP's, social workers, dietitians, physical therapists, and all of the other members of the health care team. I write the orders as a physician, but care is best done with a good team.
About Me
About Me
About Me
Thanks for stopping by and checking out my website.
I am a doctor
- I am a primary care physician, practicing full-time in Augusta, Georgia. I started practice here in 1994, and have recently left the practice I helped found to do something else. More on that later.
- I am board-certified in both Internal Medicine and Pediatrics. I got this training at Indiana University Hospitals in Indianapolis, IN.
- I went to medical School at Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia, PA.
I am an expert on Electronic Medical Records (EMR)
- I led our practice in implementation of EMR in 1996.
- In 2003, our practice won the Davies Award for Primary Care from HIMSS (The Health Information Management Systems Society), which recognized us for our outstanding use of computerized records in a primary care setting.
- I was very active in our EMR vendor's user group, serving on its board from 1997-2001, and serving as president from 1999-2000.
- I served in many different ways on multiple committees (private and government) advocating for better use of EMR and wider adoption.
- I have given presentations advocating for EMR use at many different venues around the country.
- In 2011 I was a speaker at the CDC public health grand rounds on the subject of EMR, which was broadcast around the world and viewed by more than 20,000.
- My writing about implementation and use of EMR has appeared in print journals and online.
I am a writer
- In 2006 I started writing the blog, Musings of a Distractible Mind. I did this on a whim, having no idea how my writing would be received. If you want to see my really old writing, visit here. You be the judge if I've gotten better or worse.
- My writing, it turned out, was quite well received, being cited and republished my many high-profile websites.
- In 2009, I was recruited by MacMillan publishing to host the House Call Doctor podcast, which was a weekly podcast giving explanations to things medical.
- In 2010 I decided that I had too much on my plate, and gave up the podcast as well as taking a break from blogging.
- In 2012 I started blogging again on my new blog, More Musings (of a Distractible Kind). I also attempted to have a poetry blog, Llamaricks, which hasn't really gotten much content. I do hope to write some more of this...unique...poetry in the future, though.
- It turns out I liked the old name, and so in 2013 changed the blog back to Musings of a Distractible Mind , and now have consolidated it all in one happy place.
- For more information about where my writing has appeared, go here.
I am making a gigantic change
In September of this year (2012) I stopped working at my old practice so I could build a new solo practice, Dr. Rob Lamberts, LLC. This practice will use the Direct Care model. Go here if you want more information about my practice.
So there it is - if you want to know EVEN MORE about me, keep reading. I tell you about myself in other, less conventional ways....
Using a List
OK, you got here to my website. If it was on purpose, then you might just want to know a little about me. If it was not on purpose, you might want some good reasons to high-tail it out of here as quick as possible. If you are an insomniac, you might want something to help you sleep better. This post should do the job for all of you. Here's who I am:
- I say I am 5'10', but that's probably not true any more.
- I blogged for a long time at Musings of a Distractible Mind
- A lot of people read that blog and it was a lot of fun to write, but then I kind of got muddle-headed and started getting brain cramps
- Then I took some time out to clear my head and reset my priorities
- I'm not sure I cleared my head, but my priorities are a bit better than they were
- Clear heads are probably over-rated
- I now blog in two locations: I write a new blog called More Musings (of a Distractible Kind) which is pretty much volume 2 of the old blog, and I write a poetry blog called Llamaricks.
- I once had a penguin named "Bucky"
- I am one of those strange doctors who actually likes using a computer to do records. I have been successful enough to win some award thingies and get elected to some other stuff, but I really just care about making things work better.
- I am frustrated by our system and how it hurts my patients.
- I own a couple of mock-turtlenecks, but not because I admire Steve Jobs or want to be like him.
- Steve Jobs never owned a penguin named "Bucky"
- I have four kids who are embarrassed by me more than I am of them.
- I was alive when JFK was shot (but pretty tiny).
- I have a beard and it is turning gray. I will probably shave it off if people mistake me for Santa.
- Santa never had a penguin named "Bucky"
- When I write, I don't do it with a lot of planning. I just sit down and write what comes out of me. That's why it is so random.
- I sometimes correct the typos, but most of the time I see them a few months after I wrote a post.
- I was on "This American Life" for a five minute segment. I got to talk to Ira Glass for an hour, though.
- Ira Glass doesn't have a penguin named "Bucky."
- I used to be trapped in a house that would make a good special for HGTV: Money Vacuums: Houses that Suck
- I did a podcast for Quick and Dirty Tips for a while.
- I never gave dirty tips, and being quick has always been difficult for me.
- I was kidding about the penguins. I know, I know; penguins are nothing to kid about. My mom told me that all the time.
In Verse
A doctor, a doctor, that’s just what I am!I eat yummy toast spread with butter and jam. I work down in Georgia, that hot southern state. And sometimes I finish the food on my plate.
I take care of kiddos and folks that are older. I’ll drink milk that’s warm, but prefer it much colder. I’m a fortunate man and father of four. If milk is real cold I will often get more.
I alternate verses with food on occasion Mexican’s great and I really like Asian I don’t know quite why I am writing this way But now I am hungry and want a fillet.
So you get the gist of writer you're reading And also have insight to just what I'm eating I am who I am, a distractible fellow Now if you excuse me it's time for some Jello.
In Pictures
What I look like occasionally
When I am scared
In Disguise
My Feet
My Dog, Holly.
My Cat (who we call "kitty" or "lard butt")
My Guitar (Breedlove Northwest Classic)
My Crack Dealer
Some home brew beer I made
A picture my daughter drew of our cat
The Picture Gallery of Awesomeness
The Picture Gallery of Awesomeness
Pictures for the ages
There is no collection of pictures so influential and significant as this one. It redefines the whole idea of pictures and then redefines the idea of redefinition. It astounds and amazes, it draws tears and laughter. My only fear is the deluge of traffic I will see from this magnificent collection. I apologize in advance to SquareSpace for this cataclysm.
