Lean On Me

Many years ago, while spending some time in the lab, I had a part-time job in home healthcare. I had three patients. They were all over 85 years old. The only male patient among the three had had a stroke and his loving wife needed help taking care of him. She was an extremely loving woman but of a slight build so it was really hard for her to do all she had to do for her sick husband. They didn’t have kids but the love they had for each other filled the home.
The other patients – two women – provided an interesting case study. They were both in their 90s. One was a widower while the other never married. The widower had spent her life working with the homeless and needy the other used to be an attorney. They both never had children. However, the home of the widower was always warm and welcoming. The other not so. The widower got visits constantly from nephews and nieces. In the year that I took care of them, I met only one relative of the old attorney – a young nephew. He visited once. I gathered there was more family out there but they never visited. The widower was spry, active, witty and sharp. The old attorney not so much. Somehow, she was always ill even though she really had no debilitating chronic ailment.
Over time I wondered what role the family of lack thereof played a role in the health of these patients. The man who had had a stroke was sick but mending nicely from all the care from his loving wife. The widower was was always looking forward to a nephew or niece visiting and looked great for her age in spite of several chronic conditions. The attorney, well…
That year made me think of family a lot. It made me think of the support that family brings. It made me wonder about the warmth it can create and the health benefits.

Years later, I found myself in Kentucky. Now Kentuckians are very family-oriented people. Having my extended family in Ghana, they make me miss them everyday. Each morning in the preoperative area in the hospital, one can see several children and grandchildren waiting to give a grandma a kiss before she goes off for her new valve, fathers surrounded by kids before that knee replacement, mothers with sisters before that mastectomy – all celebrating family and the art of support.
Imagine my surprise one morning when I went to see a patient preoperatively and did not see a soul with him. Of course I had to bore. The man was in his mid-60s. I found out that he was divorced and not in contact with his former wife. He had no children but had one living brother who lived in another state. I asked if the brother was going to be there. He said no. The nurse asked if he had the brother’s number so she could call him and keep him up to date (During surgeries, there is one family member who is kept up to date on the progress of the procedure). He said he didn’t have a number and that they communicated by email! I was stunned. By email?
He went on to have his surgery and did well but all day that day, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. It made me think of family and support….again!
Facing surgery and anesthesia is a very intimidating prospect for most patients. Even tough men who have been through the rigors of war show cracks preoperatively. Having loved ones around helps one greatly through this time. The immediate expression of love and support reassures and raises one’s spirits. To imagine a patient going through this period alone boggled my mind.

Now sometimes family can be a hindrance. Family members can be disruptive and delay decisions on important procedures. Everyone in OB knows of the husband who passes out at the sight of the epidural needle, gets a concussion and unintentionally delays his wife’s care. In all however, family support in times of illness is indispensable.

It is not only in the perioperative period that family support is advantageous. Another important instance where family matters is in the care of people with chronic diseases. Patients with diabetes, cystic fibrosis, mental health problems and even addiction all do better when there is support at home. Several studies show that this support prolongs lives and decreases the incidence of complications. Family helps patient keep their medical appointments, monitor parameters like their blood sugar and blood pressure and take their prescribed medications. They provide the emotional support that is often so direly needed.
Even though the overriding theme in this piece seems to be about family, it is really about support in the time of illness and need. After all those years, I kept seeing the importance of support. Support through the tough times help emotionally but also seem to translate into more stable vital signs, faster healing and better outcomes. Even though it comes easier and more readily from family, in the absence of one, good friends can offer that support. It reminds me of the refrain from the old Bill Withers’ song:

“Lean on me when you’re not strong,
I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.
For it won’t be long ’til I’m gonna need
Somebody to lean on.”

Over the years one thing is become rather clear – that in the art of healing, support may be the part we physicians cannot control but is direly needed.

That Bass Line

Kashif Saleem, popularly know as Kashif was found dead by a neighbor yesterday at his home in LA. He might have died a day earlier.
Anyone into R&B and in their late-forties has to know Kashif. If you don’t, listen out for the bells because it’s school time!
A multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, record producer, artist, composer, author, director and educator who taught himself to play a $3 flute at age 7, he made sweet music for himself and all.

Where do I start? – Whitney, Melba Moore, Evelyn King, Howard Johnson, Kenny G, George Benson, Dionne Warwick, Melissa Morgan, Stacy Lattisaw, Al Jarreau and on and on.
At one point, he also taught a course on recording music at UCLA. He was an innovative synthesizer player and was known to be one of the early experimenters in electronic music.
What is so prominent in his songs is a powerful bass line. It draws you in on a magical trip of notes and hooks that leaves you bumping your head and shaking whatever mama gave you (If mama give you anything, that is!).
My all time favorite Kashif song has to be “I Just Gotta Have You (Lover Turn Me On)”, a hit from 1983. A bumpy track, it is an amalgam of sweet soul, that winding bass line and catching vocals. Like my friend JT said, anyone who can write a song that starts with “Eee! Eee” has to be a genius. That song is genius. Kashif was a genius!
The song takes me back to days on that hill called Kwabotwe when dreams were vivid and everything looked possible.
“Stone Love” is another…reminds me of a time of change and decisions…aaah! Music!
People who make such good music shouldn’t die but then what do I know. I am a mere mortal, detached from reality and in reality, people die. Even the good ones…sigh!
So Kashif, if you had to go up there , well make sure you get them bumping their heads to that bass line! Eeee! Eeee!

That Fifth Vital Sign

The week that started on Sunday, August 21, 2016 was probably significant in that it highlighted the extent of the opioid epidemic in the US.
On Tuesday and Wednesday of that week, there were over 60 overdose cases in Cincinnati alone. In 2 counties in southern Indiana, there were 14 overdose cases between Tuesday night and Wednesday morning. In Mount Sterling in Kentucky, a city of about 7000, there were 12 overdoses on Wednesday alone!
Drug overdoses are up significantly in the US and 60% of them are due to opioids. It is estimated that there are about 16 000 opioid overdose cases a year now. So how did we get here? How did the US come to occupy the non-enviable position of the world’s largest consumer of opioids and opioid deaths?
To understand that, one has to understand what opioids are.

These are natural occurring drugs derived from opium, like morphine, that work on the opioid receptors in the body to relieve pain or synthetic ones like oxycontin and fentanyl that do the same. Now another kind of opioid, heroin, derived from morphine, has been used purely for recreation for a while but it’s recently become the replacement drug for addicts who cannot get their hands on the synthetic ones like oxycontin. More about that later.
Before the 1990s, doctors used opioids rather sparingly. One can say that pain was undertreated. Narcotics were mainly given to cancer patients. Then in 1980, Hershel Jick published a study claiming that the use of narcotics in 11,882 in-patients led to only 4 cases of addiction. Six years later, Portenoy published his study looking at the use narcotics in non-cancer patients. He claimed that there were no adverse effects. He studied 38 patients! He based his claims on 38 patients!
Even though both studies were highly flawed, they dramatically changed medical thinking and then practice. Portenoy formed the American Pain Society and preached that the risk for opioid addiction was less than 1% – a number he would later confess that he grabbed out of thin air!
The society came up with “Pain as a 5th vital sign” slogan and it caught on.

Into this fray, jumped Purdue Pharma. It launched Oxycontin in 1996. With aggressive marketing, the company promoted this new drug and got all on board.
The Joint Commission got behind the “Pain is the 5th vital sign” movement and the 0 to 10 pain scale with smiley and “wincey” faces was born. By 2004, doctors who undertreated pain faced sanctions. Opioids were being prescribed to all, even outpatients. Later Endo Pharma and Johnson & Johnson would join the opioid party with their own portfolio of synthetic opioids.
Purdue Pharma claimed that oxycontin was a slow-release formulation and would never lead to addiction. Well, we know better now. They had to pay $635 million in fines in 2007 for misbranding and reformulate the dug but by then it was too late.
By 2012, sales of opioids were more than $9 billion a year and in 2013, opioid overdose surpassed car accidents as the number one cause of accidental death.
To combat the indiscriminate prescription of opioids, several states like Kentucky, have enacted laws in the last 2 years that have made prescription of these drugs more onerous. Overnight, all the pill mills which churned out prescriptions for opioids vanished. The poor addicted patients had to find the next best replacement.

Enter heroin!
To make things worse, dealers are now lacing the heroin with illegal fentanyl that is formulated with raw materials from China.
To get how dangerous this combination is, follow me here. The standard opioid for comparison is morphine. Let’s give that a potency of 1. Heroin is about 4-times as potent and Fentanyl 75 – 125-times as potent. Now combine heroin and fentanyl!
So the intricate web of opioids and addiction was woven by Big Pharma and the medical profession around the issue of pain. Pain. Let’s define it:
“A distressing feeling caused by intense or damaging stimuli”, like cutting yourself with a knife or breaking an ankle. It was designed by the body to tell us something is wrong and to find a fix.
Pain is further broken down into acute and chronic pain.
Acute pain is what I described earlier. It comes on fast and is usually from an injury. it is treatable and goes away in days or even in a few months.
Chronic pain is a different animal. It is it’s own disease state because there is really no one reason for it. It is intractable pain that exists for three or more months and does not resolve in response to treatment. It is affected by physical, environmental and even psychological factors. Now acute pain can turn chronic if not treated well.
Opioids should classically be used to treat really bad acute pain like surgical pain, burns and trauma. It should be tapered off and other modalities of pain management used. Opioids should not be used for chronic pain, where there is no end in sight. The only group of patients with chronic pain who should be on long-term opioids should be cancer patients. That unfortunately did not happen and we are in this mess.

A way out might be the use of marijuana. In 2014, Bachhuber et al published a study in JAMA that showed a drop of 25% in opioid deaths in the 3 states where marijuana use is legal. Another paper by Powell’s group supported this. It showed that medical marijuana dispensaries were associated with a 16 percent (and possibly as high as a 31 percent) decrease in opioid overdose deaths. Lastly a study from this past July shows that doctors in states with medical marijuana laws wrote fewer opioid prescriptions.
The use of marijuana for pain might be due to it’s effect of cannabinoid receptors in the brain that modulate pain perception and it’s effect on sodium channels that play a role in pain genesis.

Like the needle-exchange program that was initially frowned on by many, it might be the only way out of this opioid quagmire.
Hopefully we as physicians will learn from this to base clinical decision-making on sound science and resist the aggressive marketing of the pharma industry.

Bad Medicine

“No disorders have employed so many quacks, as those that have no cure; and no sciences have exercised so many quills, as those that have no certainty”.
– Charles Caleb Colton

The placebo effect is a powerful thing. The belief that a substance can alleviate an ill has the power to do just that in about 30% of the population. The more benign the ailment e.g. aches and pains, cold, the easier is this effect. Things get a little tougher when an ailment is more complex in nature. Throughout the years, there have been men and women who have exploited the placebo effect to sell “snake oil” to unsuspecting patients. Sometimes, they have been able to sell their worthless products sans even a placebo effect – all they needed was the force of their nature and the glibness of their tongue.

The original snake-oil salesman was Charles Stanley. In the 1900s, Clark Stanley was known for his snake-oil. He claimed his concoction was a blend of snake-oils and that the recipe was from an old Indian medicine man. He would draw crowds to his rattlesnakes-killing sessions, where he would then sell his snake oil for 50 cents a bottle (about $10 today). He claimed it could cure toothaches, ankle sprains, neuralgias and most other ailments. In 1917, the Feds seized a shipment of the snake oil and analyzed it. Well, they found it contained 99 percent mineral oil and 1 percent beef fat, with traces of red pepper and some turpentine to give it a medicinal smell. His business was shut down.
My favorite quack of all time was John R. Brinkley – a man who never went to medical school but somehow managed to buy a medical degree. One day, he observed two goats mating and marveled at the sexual prowess of the ram. He then came up with a theory – if one transplanted the testes of the ram into the human scrotum, the patient will acquire the sexual prowess of the ram. What? Well, he opened his first goat-testes-transplant clinic in 1918. Forget that he wasn’t a doctor, knew no good surgical or sterile techniques. Forget that the idea was stupid and ridiculous. Well, he was inundated with patients, opened more clinics all over the country and made millions. Later he touted the transplant as a cure for almost every ailment. His first patient even got his wife pregnant. He advertised on the radio. He entered politics. Finally in 1938, he was sued for malpractice, lost and later died in 1942 a pauper.

These days, with FDA oversight being the way it is, such concoctions and ridiculous procedures are tough to sell without approval. There are still lots of quacks in the world of alternative medical treatments, supplements and diagnostic devices. One of them is Elizabeth Holmes.
In 2003, at the age of 19, she dropped out of Stanford’s chemical engineering program. She had the nugget of an idea and she planned to use this idea to change the world. The idea was to build a machine that could use tiny drops of blood from pricking a finger to run blood test instead off the ‘gallons’ that those ‘draculic’ phlebotomist draw. She founded a company initially named “Real-Time Cures”. In February 2005, she bagged $5.8 million from a venture capitalist and another $9.9 million year later. She changed the company’s name to “Theranos”, an amalgam of “therapeutics” and “diagnostics”.
By the summer of 2014, she had raised $400 million and the company Theranos was valued at $9 billion. Since she owed 50% of the company, as of the of summer 2015, at the age of 31, she had a net worth of $4.5 billion! She also had her machine named “Edison”.
There was only a small problem with this Ms Holmes’ idea – it was not scientifically viable but her investors did not seem to know or care. Since she founded the company, she had refused to either discuss her ideas with anyone in the medical community or publish any papers on work done based on this idea or tests with the Edison device. In the medical community, there were great doubts about her work.
Outside this community though, Ms Holmes was being feted as the next big thing. She received one honor after the next. Her speaking engagements ranged form TED Talks to lectures at Harvard. She adorned the covers of Fortune, Forbes, and Inc. and others. She was profiled in The New Yorker. The Board of Theranos had people like Henry Kissinger, George Schultz and Bill Frist as directors. She was going to revamp how testing was done. She was going to build devices that could test for hundreds of diseases from a same sample of blood. The sky was the limit.
When she was asked about the technology and science behind her Edison blood-testing machine for the 2014 New Yorker article, this is what she said:
“A chemistry is performed so that a chemical reaction occurs and generates a signal from the chemical interaction with the sample, which is translated into a result, which is then reviewed by certified laboratory personnel.”
This got the attention of the veteran Wall Street Journal reporter, John Carreyrou. He started investigating the company. On October 16, 2015, the Journal published the article:
“HOT STARTUP THERANOS HAS STRUGGLED WITH ITS BLOOD-TEST TECHNOLOGY.”
It was the first in a series of articles that blew the lid off the scam. He found the Edison did not work so Theranos used the blood-testing machines made by Siemens and other medical device companies for it’s tests. The tests that were done with the Theranos machines in clinics that they had opened in Arizona had results that were way off. Incidentally, the FDA and
Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Service (CMS) were investigating Theranos around the same time. Earlier this year, the hammer fell. Ms Holmes was been banned by the CMS from operating any lab services for 2 years. The Edison machine was been banned by the FDA. Walgreen pulled out of an agreement with Theranos to open blood testing centers. Ms Holmes is being investigated by the SEC and some lawsuits are in the wings. That $9 billion valuation now looks like a pipe dream.

The practice of all branches of medicine lends to it’s practitioners a certain aura of authority that is the envy of many. Some also erroneously see the profession as a way to fame and fortune. Thus, the profession attracts not only the best and the brightest but also charlatans. These quacks also bleed into the pharmaceutical and medical device industries and can cause as much harm there. We in the profession can only hope and pray that the mechanisms in place can weed out these snake-oil salesmen pitching bad medicine.

Don’t Believe the Hype

The number of myths about anesthesia out there never cease to impress me. Today, I really want to do some myth-busting because every now and then, these myths actually impact patient care and not positively.

1. Regardless of what you may have heard, anesthesia is not always to blame.
A few years ago, a colleague on call was contacted by an irate Obstetrician (OB) . A patient of the OB had developed a headache after delivery and he blamed it on the epidural she had received for labor. He needed her seen stat to fix the situation. My colleague saw her stat. There was a small problem – she never got a labor epidural or a labor anything from the anesthesia department. My colleague ordered a CT-Scan which showed a Sinus Venous thrombosis and that wasn’t caused by anything we did!
Anesthesia is blamed for almost anything that goes awry preoperatively. Think I’m kidding? Ask any OR nurse or surgeon. Even when a surgeon is late, anesthesia gets blamed for not realizing the surgeon will be late!
Anesthesia is surely not responsible for all preoperative complications and any surgeon who tells you otherwise needs to be tarred and feathered. In blaming anesthesia for all, patients are sometimes cheated out of knowing important history.
2. My doctor said I can never be put to sleep. He said if I need anesthesia, I should get a spinal.
If you are a doctor or nurse practitioner and you ever tell a patient this, may you lawn be invaded by giant dandelions every summer till 2092! Seriously! The result of this bad advice is that, the poor patient shows up for a craniotomy and insists on a spinal. Or needs a thoracotomy and wants only a spinal. If you ever tell a patient that, please come with him into the OR to do the spinal and manage the anesthetic.
Please leave anesthetic choices to people who actually provide anesthesia. Irrespective of how sick a patient might be, with the right anesthetic and monitoring, he or she might do just fine. Telling them they will only survive if they get a spinal makes our jobs harder as we have to spend valuable time trying to explain to the patient why you were wrong and we are right. Don’t do it!
3. Epidurals and Spinals paralyze people.
A study in the UK in 2009 showed a risk of 1:20000 – 50000 of getting serious neurologic injury from an epidural or spinal. It is rare. Not that it cannot happen but it is really rare. The very act of the needle entering your back has not paralyzed anyone yet. Now if a patient is on an anticoagulant and gets neuraxial anesthesia, the chances go way up since an epidural hematoma can result. For most patients though, in the hands of a good practitioner (like most procedures in medicine), the risk is really low. So stop listening to the your cousin Bubba who heard from Leroy that Dan’s wife got paralyzed from an “epidermal”.
4. It’s just a small case.
Dear Surgeon, it may be a small case but there is no small anesthetic. None. If anyone ever tells you otherwise, call the FBI. There is no small anesthetic. The minute a patient’s consciousness is altered, the airway is not as protected and hemodynamics may change. The same degree of vigilance is needed as in every other anesthetic. So repeat after me: “IT MAY BE A SMALLL CASE BUT THERE IS NO SMALL ANESTHETIC”.
5. I woke up during my colonoscopy so please make sure I don’t wake up during my colon resection.
For a colonoscopy, most patients are sedated whereas for a colon resection, almost all patients are under general anesthesia. Prior to the widespread use of propofol for colonoscopies, most patients were sedated for colonoscopies with versed and fentanyl. That combination got some patients through the procedure but for many, the combination was woefully inadequate and these patients never were totally comfortable. Hence, they remembered patches of the procedure. A general anesthesia on the other hand is a different animal. You are out. Anesthetized and paralyzed, often with a BIS monitor on to monitor for awareness.
So no, if you woke up during a colonoscopy, it does not count as having a history of awareness.

Above are a few of the many myths that dog us anesthesia providers daily. Even if this post helps to bust only one myth, that will be awesome. All anesthesia providers will be really grateful. Then as the quote goes by Raheel Farooq goes: “Misunderstanding is generally simpler than true understanding, and hence has more potential for popularity.”

All or Nothing

“It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward.”
– Old Chinese Proverb

It was before the unification so it was probably late ’88 or early ’89. Berlin was still divided into the East and West. One of the places one could cross over from East Berlin into the western part of the city was at Friedrichstrasse. The train station there was divided into the east and west halves. The checkpoint to cross over was stuck somewhere between the two.
That day, I got to Friedrichstrasse around noon and made my way across the check point manned by the DDR Grenztruppen into the western half. I descended a staircase that led to the subway. At the foot of the stairs stood a disheveled middle-aged man. He looked like one of the many drunks who hung around the western part of the train station.
A little background here…
The East Germans had several shops on both sides of the train station where they sold knock-off western products, especially booze. Hard liquor and beer cost about 25-50% less than in West Berlin, so any self-respecting drunk made his way to Friedrichstrasse to get the cheap booze.
So, back to the story…
I sat down on a bench to wait for the train, looked around and noticed the disheveled man at the foot of the stairs again. He looked like he was looking up, expecting something. Then all of a sudden he took off towards the stairs. He made it up about a third of the way (there were about 20 steps), lost his balance and came right back down, upright but backwards. That got my attention.
Still no train.
The man came to a stop, caught his breath, composed himself and resumed starring at the stairs again. Then he darted up once more. This time, he made it only about halfway and then it was back down.
I was smiling now. I heard the train in the distance.
The disheveled man had me riveted. Me and everyone else on the platform. I wondered how many times he had been trying. He was staring intently at the stairs again. He looked like a bull ready to charge those crazy runners in Pamplona. He was Ahab, staring at Moby Dick. It was crunch time. I wondered if he would let me walk him up. I thought better of it when I considered that it might injure his pride. Besides, the train was almost in and I needed to catch it.
He charged up the stairs again.
The train was pulling in.
Up and up and up and for a second, he hung at the very top. Time stood still as he tottered. Just as he was about to start his backward descent, a stranger at the top of the stairs gave him a shove in the back. Geschafft! He made it!
I ran into the train just as the doors closed. Another guy who had been on the platform but missed the finale asked me:
“Hat er es geschafft?” (Did he make it?)
I nodded. That is all I could do. I was laughing so hard.

I recently remembered this and it made me smile. It was funny but like a lot of things in life, it taught a lesson too.
When we are beset with problems and issues, the easiest tasks seem like climbing Everest. The disheveled man could have taken the stairs one step at a time but he didn’t. In his altered state of mind, it was all or nothing. The majority of us may not be drunk but I can bet that sometimes we want to go up the stairs not one step at a time but all the way at once or not at all. Unfortunately not all of us get someone to give us a shove in the back when it looks like we are going to fall all the way back. Most of the time, all we find are people like me, standing on the platform laughing.

That Nagging Feeling

“When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.” ― Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

Some years back a colleague asked for my opinion on a patient he was getting ready to anesthetize for coronary artery bypass grafts. Something about the patient bothered him. About a week earlier, said patient developed chest pain while helping his daughter move. A visit to the ER led to diagnosis of Acute Coronary Syndrome and soon he was on the table in the cardiac catheterization lab where he was found to have three-vessel disease and was scheduled for surgery.
Preoperatively, even though he was not having any chest pain, no shortness of breath or EKG changes, something about his affect bothered my colleague. I took a look at the patient and concurred that his affect was weird. There was just something we couldn’t put our fingers on.
The patient was wheeled back into the operating room and before induction, my colleague decided to place defibrillator pads on the patient. There was no rhyme or reason for him to do that but he did it anyway.
Well guess what happened on induction? The patient went into ventricular fibrillation! With the pads in place, he was able to be shocked out of it and resuscitated. He went on to have his surgery and did well, allowing my colleague to look like the hero that he was.

That nagging feeling! Anyone who has been in patient care long enough has had it. Nurses and doctors alike. It is called intuition. A hunch. The definition I favor is “a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning.”
As in the above scenario, instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning informed the decision to place defribillator pads. I could give several more actual scenarios.
Even though almost every physician has these episodes, the majority do not talk about them. How could we? Beside sounding like one wears tin-foil hats, insurance companies do not pay for decisions based on intuitions and most hospital boards do not take kindly to care based on hunches. So we keep these hunches to ourselves and may occasionally base a clinical decision on it. It does not mean that one always makes decision based on hunches. NO! These are rare occasions where something tugs at one over a case that cannot be explained by the evidence.

In most situations, clinicians do not pay attention to their intuitions. The inclination to act on a hunch increases as the outcome of a case or the prognosis for a patient worsens. So in cases where death is imminent, clinicians have been known to act on intuition as acts of last resort, sometimes saving the day.
A group of physicians who use intuition quite often are older colleagues and family practitioners. I remember my days practicing with an older family practitioner (Dr. M) in Berlin. We had a diabetic patient whose blood sugar levels were uncontrollable. She seemed to take her meds and swore she followed her diet. We wanted to have her admitted but she wouldn’t hear of it.
One afternoon after lunch, Dr M asked me to take a walk with him. We soon found ourselves before the door of an apartment about 2 miles away. From outside, one caught the smell of freshly baked cake. DR M rang the bell. The diabetic patient opened the door and the smell of cake hit us in the face. The minute she saw us, she got this silly look on her face. We had our diagnosis from the hunch of an older colleague.

So where do these hunches come from? I seems to be a function of age and experience. Dreyfus and Dreyfus in “Mind over machine: The power of human intuition and expertise in the era of the computer. Oxford: Blackwell 1986” write:
“The novice practitioner is characterized by rigid adherence to taught rules or plans, little situational perception; and no discretionary judgement.
The competent practitioner is able to cope with ‘crowdedness’ and pressure, sees actions partly in terms of long-term goals or wider conceptual framework; and follows standardized and routinized procedures.
The expert practitioner no longer relies explicitly on rules, guidelines, and maxims, has an intuitive grasp of situations based on deep, tacit understanding; and uses analytic approaches only in novel situations or when problems occur.” (T. Greenhalgh, British Journal of General Practice, May 2002).
There is also the factor of empathy – being able to understand one’s patients and sense their needs. That is also often a function of time and experience
So what is one to do? I think one should not disregard these hunches. How one handles these hunches will definitely spend on specialty. As anesthesiologists, I’ll recommend finding a colleague who believes in intuition and running your thoughts by him or her. Often, they are able to offer another perspective. If the intuition demands a procedure that is not too invasive or expensive or will not delay or prolong care, one may consider doing it. It is surely another story if it could lead to say, a case for surgery getting cancelled.

It is surely possible to weave evidence-based medicine and clinical intuition to give the best care. If the majority of us aren’t to doing it, maybe we should.

What’s In a Phrase

I moved from Philly to Atlanta in 1998 to start my residency. I immediately fell in love with the city – the vibe, the people, the culture, the weather. What struck me was how respectful Southerners are – “Yes Sir”, “Yes Ma’am” and “Yes Please” – were commonplace. One phrase that I heard a lot of was “Bless your heart.” For a while, I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

One day at work, a nice, older Southern lady complimented me on how I spoke and asked me if I always got the Georgia accent. I said I did but didn’t get a phrase. She asked me which one. I replied, “Bless your heart.” With an impish smile on her face, she took my hand in hers and said:
“You don’t understand ‘Bless your heart?’ Awww, bless your heart!”
In the mean time, the nurse I was seeing the lady with was bent over in laughter.

Over the the years, I’ve come to understand the loaded phrase that is “Bless your heart”. It is one adept phrase, much like a Swiss Army knife! Even Mark Twain uses it in his essay “Fenimore Cooper’s Literary Offenses”.

Use No.1
Imagine a colleague telling you:
“I was texting while driving and bumped a cop’s car!”
Well, instead of saying, “You idiot!”, you can be much more circumspect. Look him dead in the eye and go, “Bless your heart!” To add even more import, make it, “Bless your little heart!”
Adding “little” takes it to another level.
Use No. 2
Another colleague walks up and asks, “What is a selfie?”
Look at him and just go, “You don’t know what a selfie is? Aww, bless your heart!”
It is much better than asking him what rock he lives under, see. This use also works well for those friends who take forever to get a joke. Make sure to add “little” in this instance.
Use No. 3
Yet a third colleague tells you he lost his dog over the weekend. This time, you want to show empathy. “Bless your heart”, you tell him. Let it drool with sincerity.

I have learnt a great deal in my years in the South but nothing impresses me more that this phrase. I feel like understanding it means I have arrived. That I am finally part of the society. So if you think I am not because of who I am, well bless your little heart!

The Epipen Saga and what is wrong with the US Healthcare System

Sometime last year, I was having a conversation with a Mylan sales representative who had come by the hospital to introduce herself and tell us about the anesthetic drugs Mylan was now producing. The conversation soon turned to their dynamic CEO, Heather Bresch. Regardless of how you feel about her, she has grown the company from a small generics company started in West Virginia to an international player, now based in Holland.
Imagine my surprise when I heard the venom being flung at her lately and somewhat deservedly over the Epipen price increases.

In 2007, Mylan bought a portfolio of drugs from the German firm, Merck kGaA. Among them was Epipen, an injector containing about $1 worth of epinephrine (adrenaline). It was developed years earlier as a way of treating anaphylactic reactions which can turn deadly rather quickly in patients with say, peanut or shellfish allergies or the bee stings. The injector was developed by a Sheldon Kaplan for the US Military years ago. At that time, it carried antidotes for nerve agents.
Ms Bresch, who was one of the VPs at Mylan in 2007, came up with a brilliant marketing strategy that has turned Epipen into a billion dollar revenue maker. She got Congress to legislate that all schools carry Epipen. She got Disney to stock Epipen in all it’s parks. She has even targeted cruise and airlines. In 2011, Mylan spent $4.8 million on ads, going up to $35 million in 2014.
The marketing campaign paid dividends. Use of Epipen has grown 67% in 7 years and 47 states mandate Eipen in all schools. In 2011,
In 2007, revenue form Epipen sales was $200 million. Sales in 2014 were $1.1 billion. That one drug is responsible for 40% of Mylan’s operating profit and that is saying something for a company that has about 1400 drugs in it’s portfolio. Margins for Epipen were 9% in 2008. In 2014, a whopping 55%.
Increasing revenues have been helped by increasing Epipen prices – the price for a set of two was about $57 in 2007, then $103. 50 in 2009 and $264.50 in July 2013. It rose by 75 percent to $461 by May 2015. This May, the price spiked again to $608.61.
It is easy to attribute the price increase to corporate greed and aggressive marketing, the cost of which is being transferred to the patient. You can even claim the Mylan has a monopoly and arcane FDA policies are to blame. The issue in producing a competing product is the injector and Mylan’s competitor’s have not been able to come up with a good one.
However, there is an even more disturbing issue at play here and this to me, epitomizes all that is wrong with healthcare in the US. The issue of too many players – too many middlemen.
Ms Bresch in an interview on CNBC earlier today showed a graphic about the Epipen supply chain. It showed all the middlemen and how the price goes from the $274 that Mylan charges to $608 at retail. Find it below:

The middlemen in this supply chain are the Pharmacy Benefit Managers (PBMs), the Insurers, the Wholesalers and finally the retailers.
What is a Pharmacy Benefits Manager (PMB)? An example is Express Scripts. These are companies who seek to negotiate cheaper drugs prices for the insurers.
Lets’ say Company A makes drug X. It wants to sell it for $40. A PMB on behalf of all insurers as well as the large corporations like Walmart or GM negotiates with Company A and gets the price to $25. For it’s work, it must get paid. The insurers add, say $10 to the $25 so they can pay the PMB. The drug is now $35. The insurers then commission Wholesaler C (eg McKesson), to get the drug to the retailers. Wholesaler C has to make a profit. The drug is not used by many people. It adds $15 to the $35. Now the drug is $50. The retailers get the drug. They need to make a profit too. They also slam on $20 and the patient now has to pay $70.
So when Mylan offers a rebate of $100 or even $300, it is attempting the cover the costs of the middlemen, so they will carry the drug! However since only about 6% of consumers ever take advantage of rebates, it does not really spend that much. Beside, the total cost of a the rebate program, even at $300 is only a fraction of the revenue generated by the drug.
And that is how drug costs keep escalating. And that is also a microcosm of the healthcare system in the US. In the health delivery supply chain are too many middlemen, all with their hands out for a dollar. Is it any wonder healthcare costs are so high?
I dare say it’s not only our patients who are suffering from obesity. The whole damn system is morbidly obese and needs to lose weight or really soon, things will come to a standstill.

Am I Asleep

Recently a patient asked me if being under general anesthesia was like being asleep. Well, the answer I gave him was not wholly true and for good reason. Let’s explore that.
There are three states of decreased arousal – a coma, sleep and general anesthesia.
A coma is a period of prolonged unconsciousness due to injury to the brain. A comatose patients typically lies still with eyes closed, unresponsive to physical stimuli. At the start of the comatose state, patients may withdraw from painful stimuli or even grimace but as the coma deepens, even these reactions may vanish. EEG (electroencephalogram) shows low frequency, high amplitude waves.
Sleep is a state of very decreased arousal that is controlled by centers in the hypothalamus, brain stem, and forebrain. It is necessary for a human’s well-being. Humans cycle between two phases of sleep – REM (rapid eye movement) sleep and NREM (non-rapid eye movement sleep).
REM sleep last about 90 -120 min and is characterized by dreaming, erections, inability to move and high frequency, low amplitude waveforms on EEG.
NREM sleep has three phases and has low frequency and high amplitude waves on EEG. Restfulness is achieved in this phase of sleep. There are parts there is muscle activity and parts where muscle activity is rather low.
Lastly is general anesthesia. This is a reversible drug-induced state of unconsciousness, amnesia, analgesia, and being motionless. EEG shows low-frequency high amplitude waves. There are four phases of general anesthesia – light, intermediate, deep and profound phases. Surgery is usually performed between the intermediate and deep phases. A profound phase is achieved for procedures where the brain needs to be protected or to stop intractable seizures. As anesthesia deepens, the waves on EEG go from a decrease in number and amplitude to a flatline in the profound state.
So which state is general anesthesia closer to?
You guessed right – a coma.
General anesthesia is a reversible drug-induced coma. The sites in the brain that seem to be affected in a coma are the sites most anesthetics work to effect unconsciousness. For example, propofol induces unconsciousness by it’s effects in the cortex, mid-brain, thalamus and brain-stem. These same areas have been noticed to be affected in comatose patients.
A patient in a coma does not react to pain, just like a patient under general anesthesia, at least when the depth is adequate. Under general anesthesia a limb can be amputated, the appendix removed or even a hip replaced. Now try that in a patient sleeping at night.
Sleep refreshes. General anesthesia does not. Now, pure propofol anesthesia seems to have that refreshing effect. It has been found that propofol can help recover from sleep deprivation.
Sleep also has cycles, something that general anesthesia and the comatose state do not have.
The changes seen on the EEG during sleep differ from those seen the comatose state and under general anesthesia.
So I guess it was understandable that I did not tell the patient the whole truth. Imagine being told before your anesthetic as a lay person that you were going to be placed in a coma! With the kind of patients we see, I bet more than half of them might flee. I’d rather they believe they are going to have a nice, long nap. Ignorance is at times truly bliss.