6 Reasons Doctors Hate Their Jobs

I love what I do for a living. Every day I get the chance to make a difference in someone’s life, which is incredibly rewarding, and I make a comfortable living. Based on conversations with my colleagues I think my joy in my work may be an anomaly. Job satisfaction amongst physicians is nowhere near what it used to be, and many physicians are thinking of retiring early. What happened? What happened is that a large chunk of the joyous parts of our days are being crowded out by parts that are discouraging and depressing. At times it takes effort to focus on the blessings. Here are some of the negative things that have had an impact on physician's attitudes-

  1. Disrespect. It used to be that patients respected their doctor’s opinions, most still do, but the ones that don’t are a real challenge and can consume large chunks of time. In the last week I dealt with a 21 year-old who would not put her cell phone down (and got angry when I asked her to), exchanged 7 emails with a patient who refused to accept my choice of cholesterol medication, (he instead wanted something weaker and not recommended) and spent 30 minutes with a patient who thought he was constipated but wasn’t (he was going EVERY day), only to have him demand a specialist when I told him I could not find anything wrong. Physicians typically don’t mind honest questions, but we do need the “easy” stuff to not be so hard!

  2. Insurance companies. Insurance companies make more money when they don’t pay for care. A new trick, when a doctor bills for an office visit and an injection (such as a flu or tetanus shot) they will pay for the shot and deny the visit charge. We have to appeal if we want to get paid. When you have to fight to be paid for what you do, discouragement can follow.

  3. Medication denials. I am currently dealing with a patient who has severe nerve pain. He was prescribed a medication twice a day that provided good relief, but did not last the full 12 hours. Since the medication is indicated to be prescribed 2 or 3 times a day I upped the dose to three times a day to cover the hours when his pain was not treated. The medication was denied as it exceeded the insurance plans quantity limits. I wrote a letter explaining the patient’s condition and was denied again. I called and spoke to a “doctor” who informed me that nothing I said or wrote mattered, the medication could not be approved unless I wrote another letter and sent it to an appeals board. A patient suffered and my time was wasted. This happens frequently. Nothing kills your professional soul more than having to fight for the obvious.

  4. Paper work. The fact that I have a computer does not mean I do not have to do paperwork. Disability forms, worker’s compensation forms, return to work letters, letters saying a patient had a physical exam (findings irrelevant), records requests, excuses from jury duty, the list is endless. Add this to medication refills, referral forms and reviewing lab results and one can understand why a 10 hour day may include only 6-7 hours of patient care. As the drudgery of such work comes at the end of the work day, it is no wonder many physicians go home discouraged.

  5. Quality Standards. Everyone wants better quality care, but the arbitrary nature of the standards set by insurers adds a significant amount of stress. For example, good care for a diabetic is defined as a blood pressure below 140/90. If you treat a patient who originally had a blood pressure of 200/130 and get results of 141/92  you get no credit, you have failed according to the standards. Take a patient who started at 141/92 and edge him down to 138/89 and you are considered to be providing stellar care and worthy of a bonus.

  6. MediCare.  Low pay and ridiculous restrictions, such as MediCare refusing to pay for some recommended tests or a lab test done one day to early according to guidelines. For HMO patients we are forced to search our records to find evidence to support documenting for meaningless diagnoses such as alcoholism 30 years earlier, mild calcifications the aorta or the normal decline in kidney function that occurs with age, all because MediCare pays more for these "sicker" patients. More important and impactful diagnoses such as dementia and anxiety add nothing to reimbursement, even though good care for these patients takes significant time.

I recently heard someone on the radio say doctors should not complain as we have a good life. We do. But we would be happier and more satisfied if we were able to devote more time to taking care of people and less time to mindless work. Something to remember the next time your doctor seems rushed and grumpy!

- Bart

Some Not so Happy Holidays

Death is a part of life that is always difficult. It is especially hard this time of year. In the course of a few days I sat down with someone who lost a loved one in sudden fashion, with someone who was making the decision to place her father on hospice care, and with a woman whose husband was losing a battle against advanced cancer. I wonder what these holidays are going to be like for these families.

In each conversation words did not come easy. What do you say to someone who had lost someone they loved  just a few days earlier? I avoided the clichés and simply acknowledged the magnitude of the loss, adding that they would be in my prayers. For the woman facing her father's severely declining health I did my best to support her, validating her love, her efforts and her advocacy for her father for the last several years. For the woman facing the loss of her husband I could do little more than promise support in the coming days.

As I prayed for these families tonight my thoughts turned to the life that came at Christmas. When Christ was born, the Jewish nation was in a time of great darkness. God had not spoken for over 400 years, the voices of the prophets seemingly silenced. The people were at the mercy of the ruthless Roman empire, ruled by an immoral King appointed by the pagan emperor. They were heavily taxed and oppressed. It was a seemingly hopeless time. Where was the light?

The light was coming, the darkness would not last. As promised through the prophet Isaiah-

"The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned...
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end.
He will reign on David's throne and over his kingdom,
establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness
from that time on and forever." Isaiah 9:2, 6-7 NIV

I pray that this Christmas, for these patients and for the so many others who are dealing with loss, pain and darkness, that the light that came into the world 2000 years ago will shine for them, bringing hope, peace, and one day, joy.

- Bart
 

 

Love is never Hopeless.

waiting for a boy to become a man can be hard!

waiting for a boy to become a man can be hard!

It is very hard to look at a 13 year-old boy and accurately forecast the probability of future success. For my son Nate it was darned near impossible. The standard indicators of future success- a clean room, completed chores, and finished homework, were noticeably absent. At that age it seemed that his greatest hope for success in the world was dependent on there actually being a zombie apocalypse or an alien invasion. If there was one (or two) things he was really good at it was killing aliens and zombies. It was a skill honed and developed through hours of practice that arose out of a singular devotion to duty.

As a father it was incredibly frustrating. Like many dads looking at his cluttered room and hearing the endless video game explosions led to visions of my son standing at an intersection with a piece of cardboard that said “Will work for food.” (Although the thought that he might actually be willing to work was slightly comforting.)

My frustration was in large part my own fault. I had unreasonable expectations for a 13 year-old. (My wife will say that I also had unreasonable expectations for a 14, 15, 16, and 17 year-olds as well.) I was basing my opinion totally on what I saw with my eyes. I was ignoring two important things that I could not see- the goodness of his heart, influenced by the Biblical teaching that was a large part of his life, and the bigness of our God, who Nate had made a commitment to at a young age.

I was allowing present circumstances and performance to completely determine my perception of the future of my child. I was stupid, and on many occasions I did not show him love as I should have, for love does not only believe in the good intentions of someone’s heart for the present time, love believes that goodness of heart will result in good in the future. This belief that the future will be better has a name. It is called Hope.

Paul listed Hope as one of the characteristics of love in 1 Corinthians 13. “Love always hopes.” Even when current evidence is lacking, even when someone is failing right in front of us, when it comes to relationships with those we love, our family, especially our spiritual family, true love brings hope. Hope that the future need not be defined by the present. Hope that God is able to make broken people whole, that God can change lives for the good.

It is difficult to hope sometimes, difficult to believe that the future can be better. We need God’s help to love like this, need Him to remind us that He is in control, need to trust His ability to work in the lives of those He loves. But if we love others and love God we must trust, for love always hopes.

I had hope for my son. If I had allowed his dirty room and video games to define him, I would have not encouraged him to be more and do more. My hopes were not disappointed as he has since exceeded my hopes for him. He is a good man, a loving husband, and a devout believer. He is still equipped to deal with the coming zombie apocalypse, but he is also finishing a law degree at UCLA, and working for the District Attorney, where he is displaying a talent for dealing with real life bad guys. Thank God for hope.

-          Bart

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I Don't Live in Ferguson, Missouri, and Other Things I am Thankful For

Thanksgiving is a time to sit back and review our lives and be thankful for all of our blessings. To be honest, I don’t deserve any of them-

  • I am thankful for where I live. I do not live in Northern Iraq, where terrorists are cutting off the heads of those who disagree with them. I do not live in Jaurez, Mexico, where drug lords rule the city, and I do not live in Ferguson, Missouri, hiding behind a locked door while thugs destroy businesses in my town.

  • I am thankful for my medical practice, where in spite of all of the changes insurance, regulations and reimbursement, I still have the freedom to do the right thing every day. I am thankful that I have more opportunities to bless and help someone in a week than many other good people will in a lifetime.

  • I am thankful for my office staff. I spend 40 hours a week with these ladies. They make me laugh, cover my back, work hard, do more than I ask. Gracie, Alisa, Jessica, Alisa- you are awesome. My PA Brandie is simply the best there is at what she does.

  • I am thankful for the freedoms I have in the United States. Even though some of these freedoms are threatened in the name of tolerance and political correctness, I still have them and live in a country where there are millions of people who have fought for them and will continue to fight for them.

  • I am thankful for dog videos on the internet. No explanation needed. Dogs are awesome.

  • I am thankful for my kids. Not just for what they do and have accomplished, but for who and what they are. They are honest, faithful, and moral. Every Sunday there are with us in church, reminding me of the faithfulness of God and that when you have the most important things, you do not need any more.

  • I am thankful that the Ford Motor Company, in 1957, started making Rancheros, and that they continued to do so, because my 1964 Ranchero is a pretty cool ride.

  • I am thankful for my wife, Lisa, who has been my rock for over 32 years. I am fully aware of the fact that ours is the type of marriage about which many others can only dream. Our marriage is not perfect, but life simply does not get any better.

  • I am thankful for the gift of Faith. Why Eternal God, before the beginning of time, chose me to be His child is a mystery that is beyond comprehension. God truly delivered me, from the psychological damage that comes from child abuse, from the consequences of my anger and pride in this life, and by the death of His Son, the consequences of my sin in the next life. I am blessed.

  • I am also thankful that I am not a Turkey

Happy Thanksgiving!

  • Bart

PS: a year ago I shared a post about the first Thanksgiving when the blessing was given by one of my ancestors. You can read it here-

The Unseen Dangers of Blogging

The fact that thousands of people have read my blog is amazing. It is also frightening. While sharing my thoughts through a blog has seemed to help some I am beginning to realize that being a blogger presents significant risk. It can transform me into someone I should not be.

I have been blogging for just over a year. It has been a strange and surprising experience. People entirely unknown to me take the time to read the words I write and occasionally share them with their friends. Each time I add a post to my blog and share it on Facebook I find myself checking back frequently to see how many “likes”, “shares” and views the post has received. When the numbers are high I fell feel validated. When the numbers are low I find myself discouraged.

This leads to some dangerous temptations-

1- I am tempted to only write posts that people will like. Seems harmless, but as a Christian I know that people do not always like truth. There are subjects about which I have strong feelings that I have intentionally avoided. The truth is that trying to be liked is not typically a path to integrity and honor!

2- I am tempted to value myself by the responses of others. I have recently started to ask myself, “Why do the thoughts and praises of absolute strangers matter to me?”

3- I am tempted to think more of myself than I should. The success of a blog has no connection to success in the things that really matter such as the relationships with my family, the quality of medical care I provide and the way I treat my employees.

4- I am tempted to present an image of myself that is inaccurate, that glosses over my failures and amplifies my strengths. 

5- I am tempted to place less value on the most meaningful relationships and feedback, that which comes from face to face encounters with people who know me well.

As I look over this list I see that these dangers are present in all forms of social media. The words “friend” and “follower” have been diluted and now describe relationships that are not truly relationships at all. We look at the numbers of friends and followers someone has and assign them a worth that is completely disconnected from their person and character. I cannot speak for anyone else, but I know I need to be more careful about how I view these things. Superficiality is a dangerous thing.

- Bart

I would ask you to share this post with your friends, but wouldn't that seem strange? :-)