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Home on paper

Category: Scut Monkey
Posted on: December 22, 2006 3:31 PM, by Signout

Yesterday, I discharged 5 patients from the hospital. Today, I feel dead inside.

For patients, hospital discharge is a happy moment. Leaving the hospital means leaving behind the unflattering gown, the interrupted sleep, the food that does not resemble itself, and the constant parade of people poking and sticking and looking at your business. Most inpatients eagerly anticipate discharge from the moment they are admitted.

For residents, hospital discharges are a little different. Patients leaving the hospital require instructions, follow-up appointments, outpatient testing, prescriptions, and sometimes, home care services. Their health care providers-all of them-require detailed information about their hospital course and about the plans for their medical follow-up. In my hospital, the responsibility for choreographing this administrative hoo-ha falls directly on the residents, and mostly on the interns.


Deep inside, in the part of me that is not an intern, I am happy for patients when they get to leave the hospital. But the rest of me-especially the part that operates computers and makes phone calls-seethes. Yesterday, after spending hours navigating a web of bitchy clinic receptionists and printing, then reprinting, this time on the right paper and on the right printer, I came to an unpleasant realization: I had spent more time discharging these patients than I had cumulatively spent face-to-face with all of them during their hospitalizations.

In theory, it is my job to treat people's illnesses in order to get them medically ready for discharge. But yesterday, I spent so much time doing paperwork that I wasn't able to think about or really, take care of, any of my patients who were still in the hospital. Getting patients home on paper left me no time to get patients well enough to go home in body.

There is a light. Someday, when I am an upper level resident, I will ask my interns how their discharges are coming along. Oh, they will say, we are beginning to feel dead inside. And from my perch at a patient's bedside, where we are together reviewing the nature of their disease process and the elements of their management, I will say, Let me help you with that. Which printer are you using?

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