Remember how I had that patient and we lost her blood work and there was threats of suing and heads rolling and lots and lots of yelling?
Well, miraculously, she likes me.
She doesn't like my resident so much.
But she likes me.
So when it came time for her to be discharged, she pulled out her business card and told me to keep in touch.
I went through her discharge instructions with her, helped tidy up her things, pulled out her PIC line, and wished her the best of luck.
I went back to my team room and was finishing up my note, when my resident turned to me and asked how it went. "Oh, it was fine - there were no more threats of lawsuits at least! Haha, and oh, she wants me to keep in touch with her," I replied. My resident's eyes opened wide, and thinking that she thought I was going to breach some patient-physician boundaries, I quickly added, "Oh, but don't worry, I wasn't actually going to email her....because that would be strange and bizarre....and out of line, of course." But my resident shook her head and said, "No, you definitely should email her in a week or so to see how she's doing. The best way to not get sued is to show that our team cares about her health, and apparently you're our lifeline!" I laughed nervously, and promised I would.
So one week later, I wrote my patient an email asking how she was doing.
She wrote back within five minutes.
Perfect timing. I've been thinking of you and since I'm on my way to [Other Hospital] tomorrow for a second opinion and had to pick up my records yesterday, when I read them, I kept seeing your name. I'm torn between wanting them to find the unknown and being afraid the unknown may be something bad that was missed. Anyway, I'm in for a penny and in for a pound. I'll stay until they give us some answers.
I wrote back with something reassuring, and told her to let me know how things went during her hospital stay.
A couple days later, she wrote to tell me what the various care teams were saying about her condition. And at the end of the email was this:
But here's what I want to tell you; I have all the reports, etc. from your hospital; about 75 pages and the ones they keep referring to are your med student notes from the day I was discharged. You had all the final blood tests plus a good recap of my condition that day. Your name will be well known here at [Other Hospital] when this is all over.
I was shocked. Don't worry, I didn't let the last sentence go to my head; I know no one will remember my name at the end of the day. But on that day, at that moment, I had finally gotten the "good job" I'd been waiting to hear. True, it was via a second party and from completely different doctors than the ones I had been working with, but it was something.
And that little bit of something meant quite a whole lot to me.
I mean seriously, someone actually read my notes! And they were useful! I was useful. And really, that's all a third year med student can hope to be. I just want to be helpful. I just want to be part of the team, feeling as though I'm doing something that actually means something.
6 years ago
