Showing posts with label healthcare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label healthcare. Show all posts

Friday, January 22, 2010

Alternate View: Health Care Cost, Life Expectancy

From 538:


Andrew Gelman at fivethirtyeight.com says:
A somewhat misleading (in my opinion) presentation of these numbers has been floating around on the web recently, and so I wanted to post this cleaner graph. (The area of the circle for each country is proportional to the number of doctor visits per person; I don't know that this information is so crucial but I included it, as it was on the original graph that I've modified.)

I don't agree that the original image is "misleading", but I do agree that this one is cleaner and shows the relationships nicely. See that circle way out on the right, in the expensive section? That's the US. I tend to think that swapping the axes on this graph would make the point better, though.

I also note that there's a clear positive correlation (if you exclude the US) between health care spending per capita and life expectancy. Might be worth pulling the numbers off one of the images and re-plotting it....
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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Health Care: Cost, Life Expectancy, and Usage

National Geographic presents a fantastic infographic showing the relationship between cost of health care (on a per capita basis), the rate of usage, and life expectancy.


It's a great graphic.

There is little clear relationship between cost, usage, and life expectancy. But there is one fantastically spectacular flyer: the United States.

In return for paying nearly $3000 more per capita than their nearest competitor (Switzerland, if you're counting out there), the US gets about 3.75 fewer years of life expectancy while visiting the doctor about the same number of times (less than 4) per year.

Compared to your neighbour to the North (and my present country of residence), Canada, you in the US are paying about $3400 more per capita while getting about 2.5 fewer years of life and fewer doctor visits (0-3 compared with 4-7).

Compared to a real success story like Japan, the US pays about $4700 more per capita, gets 4.5 fewer years of life, and 0-3 doctor visits instead of 12 or more.

Given that there is only one other country on the graphic without national health care of some kind (Mexico), and that Mexico has a very different relationship between cost, usage, and life expectancy, this infographic does not specifically indict the lack of national health care as the cause of the wild difference between US costs and the rest of the world. It does, however, demonstrate that national health care can and does provide effective health care (better care than the US gets) for less cost. Much less cost.

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

"Mama's On The Job"

The Nursing Home reviewed Maggie and said "No."

The Good Doctor is now (there was some question) IN CHARGE of Maggie. This Good Doctor makes the decision as to if/when Maggie will be discharged. Earlier today, while the Nursing Home was still up in the air he said, "If it were up to me you would not be discharged." Heh. Good things come to those who wait.

Once control of Maggie reverted back to the Good Doctor, i.e.: once the Nursing Home was no longer an option and thus the only option was keeping her in the hospital v. discharging her to home/the street, the Good Doctor took firm control and wrote orders consistent with his speaking earlier today (and the days before.) The wonderful part of this is, before it could have just been talk -- who knew, really? It isn't as if shining on a poor fat female patient costs you anything. To the contrary, with hospital finance breathing down his neck, the Good Doctor is putting his professional self at risk when he steps up and insists Maggie be cared for as if she were rich and had insurance. In doing so he demonstrates the value of the Hippocratic Oath. He's putting himself on the line for Maggie; she's a real person to him.

The Good Doctor wrote orders: 1. Maggie is to stay in the hospital till at least Friday (which not only means she can continue to get better, it means she can relax for a few days without worrying where she'll wake up the next morning); 2. Maggie is to have two (2) physical therapy sessions a day (double what she has now); 3. PT is to continue to note her ability to perform the functions of daily living (as she can't be discharged in the Good Doctor's view till Maggie can perform the functions of daily living...He said to her this morning, "I know you can't perform daily functions yet. If it were up to me you would not be discharged." And then everyone got the word it IS up to him *laughs* But really, thank the Gods it IS up to him. Just like University Hospital being on ER diversion, the Good Doctor being responsible for Maggie may well turn out to be one of those key turning points which we look back at and say, "This, this right here, this saved her life and/or made a HUGE difference in the final outcome"; 4. Reevaluate on Friday to see how Maggie is doing.

*is oh so happy*

Maggie requests a reliable person to run random errands in Austin; if you're that person, please contact Jesse Wendel.

Maggie's Mama has come through. 'Cause this morning we were damn sure either Maggie was going to a BAD nursing home (the one they were trying to send her to really blew; it was -- and is -- especially bad for bed sores and pneumonia. Not to mention it keeps screwing up patient meds and can't quite keep the sheets clean and sterile. All this according to the latest report I've read/of which I have a copy.) But charity-case Maggie wasn't good enough for the nursing home.

Or Maggie was going to be kicked out of the hospital entirely like to her home or the street and they didn't care where, which, given she can't even climb into bed after getting out to use the toilet and she doesn't have a bedside toilet, would have been an utter disaster. But that didn't happen either. We didn't (quite) panic. We kept cool and waited, waited for a miracle.

The closest we came to doing something is a) prepping y'all to make phone calls (thanks y'all) and b) when the Good Doctor stopped by yesterday while Maggie was on the phone with Liza, as Maggie got off she said, "That was Liza, a friend of mine from back East. She's checking in for this large group who want to know how I am." The doctor went, "Huh?" Maggie smiled and said, "Yeah. I'm a nationally known writer and blogger. People all over the United States are trying very hard to find out how I am. It's a really big deal." And then she dropped it and moved the conversation on. However, Maggie reports, she could see it got through. That was yesterday evening. And now today we have this. To be fair, he's always been the Good Doctor, being wonderful with Maggie, standing up for her. But in the last couple of days he's really come around, taking a clear stand for her in a way which he was not three or four days ago.

Maggie's in the hospital till at least Friday. *smiles -- is happy*

Cross-posted at Meta Watershed and Group News Blog.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Maggie Jochild Still In Hospital Monday, Barely

Windows Netbook Donation Needed. Financial Donations Report!

Just a quick report as I’m in so much pain in my right hip I’m not at work today (this was written Monday afternoon, even if I’m posting it Tuesday morning.) Hurts to sit up, hurts to write. Hurts to do anything but sleep.

Maggie was NOT discharged over the weekend. One of the great things about the hospital she is in, is they apparently are big believers in what is called the TEAM Concept of Care. This means that in this hospital -- the best surgical hospital in Austin where the rich folks go for their surgeries if they don’t fly in their G-Vs to Houston -- unlike all the other hospitals which are not nearly as highly ranked nationally (oh yes, this hospital is NATIONALLY RANKED; what, you thought I’ve been pulling your chain, polishing your knob, yanking your Petunias, these last 10-12 days when I’ve told you Maggie is in the BEST surgical hospital in Austin? Oh, say it isn’t so Gentle Reader…)…unlike the other, not nearly as highly ranked nationally hospitals, the hospital our dear Maggie Jo lies recovering in, does everything in TEAMS. A Team consists of everyone involved in the medical care of a patient, plus a representative from the financial side of the house. Everyone gets a fairly equal voice in what should happen. This method of care compares to the less successful hospitals (so far as patient outcomes go) where the Doctors and the Finance People (and more and more it’s the Finance People) make the calls on what happens. Not so in the nationally ranked facility where Maggie is working so hard to recover.

That Maggie is working SO damn hard impresses the hell out of everyone. Today for example she walked 50 feet with a walker, her PT person right next to her to try and stop a fall just in case, but she made it! Totally wiped her out, she told me as 50 feet is an amazing (and very tough) distance for her to walk… Her stitches remain in (nope, the surgeon changed his mind last Friday and left them in. And today he decided to leave them in till at least Friday this week) with the Binder which is like a large corset still constricting her abdomen tightly keeping the surgical site intact, the stitches from coming out, and everything all good and clean and perfect.

Because Maggie is working so goddamn hard, because she’s working harder -- in the judgment of her nurses and the PT/OT and respiratory folks – all of the aforementioned TEAM members and even some of her doctors are all LOUDLY saying, do NOT discharge Maggie. Why, they say?

“Maggie has no support, no one to take care of her. If we discharge her for, let’s face it, financial reasons” -- and they glare at the financial guy who is pretty much coming around to see things from our side anyway, but they still glare at him we’re told – “we’re only going to see her again inside days to a week when her sutures come loose, the incision bursts open (the surgeon gets all stuffy at this point), she gets a massive infection and that’s if her insides do not spill out all over the floor, and of course with the massive infection she’ll get an even larger fever and become dehydrated. Hell, she isn’t even able, no, scratch that, she is UNABLE to even get in and out of bed by herself let alone make it to the toilet. Without any money to hire a nursing aide, no charity bed for rehab for the hardest working most deserving patient any of us have seen in forever. How can we possibly expect Maggie, with a Foley Catheter in place no less, to take care of her self all alone? It’s impossible! Hummph!”

This opinion is slowly gaining weight in the TEAM approach. *smiles*

On the other hand, finance still wants her out, although he’s being less adamant about it all. That said, there is a genuine, real chance Maggie may be discharged Tuesday. No promises or predictions one way or the other. It could go one way or the other. *sighs* I’m not going to panic. We will see and what happens will happen. But I think (and hope and pray) we have enough medical weight on our side, that with the TEAM being pretty damn pissed off at this point about Maggie’s overall condition, that a discharge won’t happen till Maggie’s truly ready. Furthermore, Maggie is ready to very respectful and appreciatively, strike, should anyone try to kick her out before her body is at least able to handle the basics of living alone: getting in and out of bed without ripping her stitches out (including NOT straining her abdomen which her PT person insists upon, as does her surgeon); since she doesn’t have a pull thingy above her bed to haul herself in and out of the bed with, that will be hard; cleaning herself; going to the toilet. Also walking to the kitchen; watching back from the kitchen; making a meal; feeding the cat; going all the way from her bedroom to the front door, getting groceries, taking them to the kitchen and putting them away before the cold stuff rots, then getting back in bed, all without falling over and hurting herself or ripping out her stitches or splitting open her abdomen.

If she can not do ALL these simple acts of daily living, she can not go home. Are they going to send her to live on the street under a newspaper? Seriously; what do they intend to do, send her to die, now that they have saved her life?

As she keeps telling people, “I live with a cat but she can NOT change my Foley.”

Financially Maggie and I and Martha (who is handling the money) deeply appreciate the money given so far. We are roughly at half-way. So far slightly under two-thousand dollars have been donated. We need to raise four thousand. $4K allows Maggie two months off work, the medicines she needs, some healthier foods, some (but not all) of the durable medical equipment she needs such as a pull thing above her bed. Plus paying rent electric, water, food, cat food, taxi rides for outpatient, a little home health care, and so on. The absolute bare minimum with zero margin for error and no reserve (and ya always need a reserve; this number doesn’t have one) for the bare minimum she’ll need if everything goes perfectly (and there are always fuck-ups (this assumes no fuck-ups at all) is $4 grand cash in emergency donations/additional subscriptions. It does NOT include any subscriptions/donations existing prior to Wednesday 12 days ago when Maggie went to the hospital. We’re assuming all of those remain intact. If any of those get canceled, we’ll need more money. On the other hand, half way there, pretty much. So hey, far out and good work everyone! And we have a little room to breathe. It isn’t as if we need to have all the money tomorrow. We needed a bunch of money last Friday as we thought she was being thrown out Friday or Saturday, which would mean we’d have to hire a nursing aide right then as we had no bed for her and there was no way she could go back home. So we were going to put her, well, never mind. The point is, we now have a little more room. So please, take a deep breathe, congratulate yourself and everyone else on the great job we’re all doing so far.

Then, dig down and please donate more. We’ve got $2,000 and change to go. *laughs* If you haven’t donated yet, heh, opportunity! We're asking people to contribute from as little as $5 to $10 monthly, to $20 or $50, and for a few of you, all the way up to $100 or $200 a month.

Coming up still today, another post from Maggie. It’s amazing. I think one of the best pieces of writing she’s ever done. (I feel like a link in a chain, smuggling the writings of a renowned Russian writer out of the prison camps to the West. And honored to take her dictation.)

Ahhh… Maggie needs a Netbook Computer. She has NO Internet access. Getting her a Netbook so she can surf, email, and write whenever SHE wants to, not have to write by hand and then dictate to me, is able to check in on her friends and their posts, can check in at GNB and Meta when she wants… She’s cut off from her WORLD. It would mean the world to her if we can get her access restored.

Can someone please, please, pretty please with love and strawberries and real sugar on top please donate an inexpensive Microsoft compatible Netbook to Maggie? (Not even a laptop. She doesn’t have the strength to hold a laptop.) It needs to be SO light that really only a wireless-enabled Netbook will do plus also a Netbook is the right form factor. Even a very light-weight laptop would be too big; she wouldn't be able to balance it, and a telephone would be a new OS to learn plus you really can't browse on them. She needs precisely what I'm requesting and not anything else. Please.

Note: I don’t mean to offend any of y’all whom are huge Mac fans. -- I’m writing this on a MacBook and can hardly stand the wait till January for the new Apple Tablet, but that’s not important right now – I also don’t mean to offend fans of other OSes such as various Unixes. The thing is Maggie only knows Windows. Period. Full stop. In her current mental state -- able at her current best to think two perhaps three hours ahead when she isn’t physically wiped out which is much of the time, and she can handle perhaps five minutes ahead then -- I am NOT absolutely NOT pressing her in any way not critical to her health. An OS holy war is not critical to her health. OS discussion ends here.

Maggie needs a Windows-version Netbook computer. Having one will give her autonomy in a major way. This will make an ENORMOUS difference for Maggie in her physical recovery as well as her mental recovery (having to work with the keys will help her physical recovery; working with the thinking and writing and her peeps and writing again will deeply assist her mental recovery.)

If you can donate a Netbook, please email Jesse Wendel.

Thank you.

Again, please donate and get your friends to donate. Please contribute $200, $100, $50, $20, $10, $5, or in any combination. If you have a blog or know people with blogs, get the word out about Maggie. Link, link, link.

Anything I can do to help get the word out, be in touch.

Thank you all so much for your support. And bless all of you for that support. You mean the world to Maggie and myself.

Knowing you are there has on many a day, gotten me up and out of bed, I tell you true. Often it seems strange to me that me, big bad-ass Jesse, who walked through the toughest ghettos in the United States for almost a decade with nothing but a med kit, backboard, oxygen bottle and defibrillator, and a gurney. And my 90 pound gurrrrl partner (who could kick YOUR ass any day, twice a day on weekends, three times on pay-day weekends) could be brought to bed by pain. But it never, ever, ever stops. Even when I take LOTS of drugs, even then it doesn’t stop; it is simply overwhelmed and then the drugs usually overwhelm me also. It’s impossible to find positions not also painful. The best is this wonderful chair at work. In it I can sit for many hours and work and work and work. At home on my bed I’m able to roll this way and that, and to watch comedy shows which by making me laugh, reduce the pain. Sometimes I can sleep and then I don’t hurt, briefly, till I wake up, which I do every three hours around the clock to take pain meds. No, I don’t set an alarm. The old meds wear off and that wakes me up.

Here’s my point. In the midst of this, especially in the last two and a half years since my friends and I started Group News Blog, some days what has got me up when normally I’d have stayed in bed and wept, stayed in bed and tried to sleep, stayed in bed and watched television, or stayed in bed and read or done anything but moved a fraction more than I absolutely must (on what I call a BAD pain day, like today for example when I didn’t go to work as it felt as if someone had stuck a steel bar deep into my right hip and was bouncing bouncing bouncing up and down on the bloody thing with the blunt end quivering deep in my hip bone to the point where the scale I balance on is overdosing my meds v. screaming) and on some days precisely like today when normally I’d simply stay in bed and weep and pray for the day to end, on some of those days over the past two and a half years I have gotten up because I knew YOU were there, waiting for me to write, waiting for me to post, even just waiting for me to go check the PO Box and pick up a letter I knew was coming. So I got up and got to it. Sucked it up. Because of you.

You readers are the gift who quite literally, day after day after day, I get out of bed for because of you. If not for you, just as years ago when I was suicidal, then it was my four children whom I lived for, now I get out of bed and go enter into life because to do otherwise would be to fail to serve you.

The last eight to ten months (since shortly after the inauguration) have been very hard for me, physically. And I’m not fully back by any means.

But with Maggie needing me, with readers from GNB all of a sudden writing me and my needing to write them back, with other GNB writers suddenly writing again and the blog starting to pick up again (as I’ve said all along it would start to do about a year before the 2010 election) and with the joy of my writing posts for GNB all of a sudden descending upon me like grace from above, like how I feel after a wonderful bicycle ride with my daughters or son, I can only say that for the last eleven to twelve days, as totally wiped out as I’ve been each day, as utterly drained as I’ve been each day, I’ve been more ALIVE this past almost two weeks than at any time in the past eight to ten months of lying in bed in pain. Now I’m up and about (and in pain) but at least I’m about and out in the world (and in pain.) The fucking pain part does not change. But at least I’m out and in the world and alive.

Thank YOU (all of you, but I really mean YOU, the one reading this right now) for the wonderful gift to me which you are. And for everything which you are to Maggie, and for all which you do to her.

Speaking of which -- because this is how all posts right now must end, *smiles* -- please subscribe/donate to Maggie as much as you can afford: $200, $100, $50, $20, $10, $5, mix and match.

Also, I request you, Gentle Reader, donate a Windows Netbook for Maggie within 24 hours. Contact Jesse Wendel.

Thank you.

Oh yeah… Within a hour, a post from Maggie. *grins*

 Cross-posted at Meta Watershed and Group News Blog.

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Friday, July 31, 2009

Sara Robinson on Thom Hartmann: Health Care in Canada



“A Moral No-Brainer.”

Sara was interviewed yesterday by Thom Hartmann on health care in Canada. Wonderful stuff.

And at Campaign for America's Future where she's a Fellow, Sara blogs on the same topic with The Health Care Debate: Another Country Heard From.

Enjoy.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Pain: Pt. 5


LOLCAT Weekly Roundup 10, courtesy of Maggie Jochild's Meta Watershed.

Emergency Root Canal

This afternoon I'm having an emergency root canal.

Two months ago I wrote pretty much these same words. It had been ten years before that when I'd previously had root canal.

Now it's been two months. In two days, I start driving for Denver.

SUCKS. Hurts enormously. Like someone hitting me in the face with a pipe.
Not to mention enormous expense which is again, NOT budgeted for.
Again, ouch.

This would be a good time for anyone who promised to donate in August and hasn't yet, to get their donation in. Note that I'm not starting a new fundraising drive. I'm just reminding people of existing promises. *smiles sweetly*

Don't have to write a new post on pain, nope... Two months ago:

It's been over ten years since I had an emergency tooth extraction. It was an emergency because the infection had gone too far for a root canal, and the pain was so intense I thought someone was beating me in the face with a pipe.

This is rapidly approaching that level of pain, and that's in the face of MASSIVE loads of penicillin, as well as three different pain medications along with drugs designed to ease how the pain meds work. (My pain doc just approved my increasing my major pain drug to almost double for three days.)

Feels precisely like someone is hitting me in the face with a one-inch pipe. (The scar on my left lower chin.) WHAM.

This is what Lower Manhattanite went through back in April. THE FUCKING PAIN... Pain: Pt. 2
And even after LM wrote his beautiful post over the weekend about dealing with people with disabilities, THE TITLE OF WHICH SHOULD CLUE PEOPLE IN...

Some Consideration, Please?

Some people persist in nagging me...

STOP IT. I HAVE A MOTHER.


One of the larger pieces of bullshit disabled people often are hit with is, people who try and control us "for our own good."

"But Jesse... I was only trying to help. I thought we were FRIENDS." Gods... I can hear it right now.

Friends don't pull shit like that. Friends respect personal boundaries. Friends don't play concern troll with my health.

"Is this one of those times, Jesse, when you're not really angry at me? It seems to me that you've maybe taken a little too much of your meds and are having a reaction. You remember: just like that time last winter when you had to apologize to everyone. You just seem... off."

Wow... talk about misreading the space consistently.

How about, I wasn't mad, I wasn't even thinking about her/him. I was thinking about something else entirely. But it took 5 minutes to convince this person of that because s/he was CERTAIN that I MUST be thinking about her/him. Because of course my entire world at all times of the day and night, revolves around this person. 'Cause clearly, this non-family member whom I hadn't seen in person for a while, is my life.

Clue: Unless you're one of my REAL friends, one of the rare people whom a person who is seriously disabled TRUSTS, and actually invites (with words which come out of their actual mouth or hands, not imaginary conversations you have alone in your head) into their inner life to assist them in dealing with their disability... UNLESS that happens, what is really going on with me/the disabled person, is NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.

If we want your help beyond a polite "Can I help you" we'll ASK. Otherwise, leave it alone.

Now pardon me... this cripple has to go get a car repair done, then have a root canal.

I'll do all that today without a single person at the car repair shop asking me if my medications are messed up, or if I need someone to make sure I don't injury myself as I hobble my way to my car. (They're just happy to take my money.)

This cripple will manage it by himself, searing jaw pain and all.

I'll let Maggie have the last word. I'm too angry. Gee Gidge... must be my medications.
Meta Watershed

Disability 101

If you suspect someone needs assistance in some way (and please, please, base this on their actual behavior and body language, not just the fact that they are disabled in some visible way), then simply ask "Would you like some help?" just like you would with anyone else. If they say "No", let it go, for g*d's sake. If they say "Yes", ask what kind of help they'd prefer. Use your common sense. Do not call the police or paramedics unless you've been asked to do so. (This is not a joke -- people in power chairs with certain kinds of movement disability often have to deal with strangers freaking out that they are in public on their own and calling 911).

Two major no-nos:
(1) Don't offer advice. No matter what. We LIVE with our bodies, we have thought of EVERYTHING that might pop into your head. It's not a sign of caring, it's a sign of your discomfort or panic at having to deal with what is ordinary reality to us.
(2) We're not here to satisfy your curiosity about "what happened" to us. If you're a good friend or family member who might possibly have the right to ask a personal question of someone with a disability, use the rule of thumb you'd apply when asking them who their baby's real father is or how much money they make each month. (Yeah, it's that personal.) Otherwise, turn your attention elsewhere. And if you ARE invited to ask questions, last on your list should be "What's wrong with you?" NOTHING is "wrong" wth us.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

McAwful Goes to San Francisco to See His Health Insurance Friends


AHIP (America’s Health Insurance Plans) will be holding their conference for health insurance lobbyists in San Francisco on June 19th. In 2006, AHIP spent over US$7 million on lobbying. Their keynote speaker for the conference, who will be receiving a large speaker fee, is none other than former DNC Chair, and Clinton Campaign Spokesman Terri McAuliffe.

WTF?

Protests are planned.

What in the world is any democrat doing taking a speaking fee from this group?

These are some of the organizations planning to be at the protest/rally;

California School Employees Assn./ California Nurses Assn./ California Alliance for Retired Americans / California Universal Health Care Organizing Project/ Cindy Sheehan for Congress/ Green Party SF/ Health Care for All-Marin/ American Medical Student Association/ Gray Panthers SF/ Wellstone Democratic Renewal Club/ United Educators of San Francisco/ Amer. Fed. of Teachers, local 2121/ Neighbor to Neighbor/ West Country Seniors/ Senior Action Network/ Older Women’s League of San Francisco/ Hermanson for Congress/ Green Party San Meteo/ California Physicians Alliance/ Health Care for All-Santa Cruz/ International Longshore and Warehouse Union, local 6/ California Alliance for Legislative Action/ Office and Professional Employees International Union, local 3/ San Francisco for Democracy/ American Postal Workers Union - SF/ UC-Santa Cruz students for Single Payer/ Chris Jackson for Community College Bd/ Young Workers United/ Health Care for All-Sonoma

So, on one side we have Terri and the insurance companies and lobbyists and on the other side we have doctors, nurses, teachers, students, postal workers, older women and men, Greens and Democratic activists.

And Terri wonders why he is not beloved?

(If there are any GNB'ers in the area going to the rally-- please send pictures!)

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Pain: Pt. 4


LOLCAT Weekly Roundup 10, courtesy of Maggie Jochild's Meta Watershed.

Emergency Root Canal

Tomorrow afternoon I'm having an emergency root canal.

Till after it is done and this pain goes away, I'm pretty much off line.

It's been over ten years since I had an emergency tooth extraction. It was an emergency because the infection had gone too far for a root canal, and the pain was so intense I thought someone was beating me in the face with a pipe.

This is rapidly approaching that level of pain, and that's in the face of MASSIVE loads of penicillin, as well as three different pain medications along with drugs designed to ease how the pain meds work. (My pain doc just approved my increasing my major pain drug to almost double for three days.)

Feels precisely like someone is hitting me in the face with a one-inch pipe. (The scar on my left lower chin.) WHAM.

This is what Lower Manhattanite went through back in April. THE FUCKING PAIN... Pain: Pt. 2

I almost drove my car into a fucking bridge abutment back in the late 90s when I had no health insurance and was out of my goddamn head with the pain. I would have done almost anything, up to and including taking my head off, to just.make.it.stop.

I have dental insurance now; didn't then. I had to wait a day or two for the money to be transfered from Arizona from Mom to pay for the extraction, all the while reminding myself I had four children.

People used to die from dental infections (and poor people sometimes still do.)

Tomorrow. Root canal. (No dying, thank you very much.)

Till then, my pain and I are just lying here, watching old familiar DVD's and doing as little as possible. Sleeping even. If you have a genuinely urgent email I might respond. Most likely I'll get back to you Friday or Saturday. Or Monday. Sometime very much not now. If it is urgent, call me.

All Gods and that which can not be spoken of, bless Dentists, therapists of all types, and people who take care of people who are in pain.

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Pain: Pt. 2

Not As Bad As Pt. 1 BUT STILL DEBILITATING.

Ren Höek Suffering In Dental Pain While Trying To Sleep—Just Like Me.

I'm posting this from a radio station across the street from my dentist's office.


I'm waiting for a prescription to be filled. I am in a word, in AGONY.


I have great teeth, having never gotten a cavity until two years ago—a pretty good track record of forty-plus years with “no drillin'/no fillin”.

But it is my gums that have betrayed me. or rather—one section of my gums.

I've had an issue with a “pocket”—an area where there is a gap between the tooth and gum (lower right, second tooth from the back), and there is a bit of bone loss there. The tooth itself is fine, it's the underlying bone 'neath the gum line that is the issue. Where that should be, is a space. And into that space drifts stray bacteria and gunk that all my brushing, flossing and “swording” cannot penetrate.

Last Tuesday, I felt a bit of discomfort. By Thursday, it was a dull ache. By Friday, it felt like The Mole Man himself and his minions were tunneling into my jaw to hide from Reed Richards and The Fantastic Four.

The area was inflamed. I brushed, and Water-Pik-ed. I flossed. I gargled with warm salt water, regular Listerine, then Hydrogen Peroxide. I could feel the inflammation de-stabilizing the tooth itself. There was a palpable “heat” from the obvious infection. I began gulping ibuprofen every four hours to get through the day. My tolerance has built up considerably to where after the medicine kicks in—which takes about an hour—it then works for an hour, and then I feel it cycling off for the next two. And then it's another two pills.

I couldn't sleep. The throbbing was too much. Every four hours. Brush, gargle with three solutions, then pills.

Made an emergency appointment with the dentist last night for today. Saw 'em.

I will need gum and bone replenishment surgery to finally fix the pocket. I asked them if they could just “take the tooth out” because it hurt so much but the reply was. “We don't remove healthy teeth. Your tooth is fine, it's the underlying oral structure that's at issue.”

Which made a painful bit of sense.

Therefore, on Thursday, I will be back to see the oral surgeon after the antibiotics I have been prescribed kicks in. The swelling in my gum should have faded a bit, as will hopefully, the pain. The enhanced painkillers he scripted will help me to sleep a little and maybe release my waking mind from the waves and stabs that distract me so.

I have a pretty high pain threshold. I don't moan, I don't cry. I just get through it. But this is some next level shit. I swear, when the doc poked around in there a little while ago, it took everything I had in me to relax my body and not cringe into a fetal ball from the probe's jabs. Just biting down on the oral reflector to enable the X-ray they did nearly blacked me out. I've dislocated both of my shoulders, nearly broken an ankle, been knocked unconscious while boxing as a teen, and been blindside tackled by a 270 lb offensive lineman who thought I'd slept with his girlfriend.

Much as those things hurt, THIS pain kicks them all in the ass. It's an almost exquisite pain. Chameleon-like in its way. It can at one minute feel like a cold butter knife slowly being wedged between tooth and gum and then levered up and down to dislodge the tooth to a dirge-y rhythm. Then it can quickly morph into something that feels like Bruce Lee windmilling an “Enter The Dragion” nunchaku ballet on the area with steel-studded, brine-soaked “chuks”.

That last sensation almost blacked my ass out early Saturday morning. The nervous system is one hellafied machine.

I'm hoping to be on my way to being rid of this beast by this Thursday. I hope so. My mental “thought collecting/word-find” features are very much blocked out by this hurt. Trying to be light, I joked with the dentist's receptionist through my swollen jaw that I considered pulling a “Tom Hanks” move—his bit from Cast Away where while suffering with a badly infected tooth, he removes it brutally with a blow from an ice skate's blade edge.

Lonnie the receptionist didn't laugh. She looked at me seriously and said. “Don't joke. People do silly stuff like that over a long weekend when we can't help 'em.”

Her aide de camp behind the desk nodded affirmatively and ruefully.

Which brings me to this: There have been numerous horror stories—not fables or urban legends, but REAL HORROR STORIES about how folks without adequate insurance can find themselves not just in unbearable pain from a simple, yet nerve-torching malady like mine, but actually fucking DEAD from it. Whatever your feelings about this campaign season, and the people involved in it, one of the next goals I see for us hated online folk to embark upon is a concerted effort to get decent health care to as many Americans as is humanly possible. In the early nineties when the first initiatives on this were effectively and proudly “drowned in the bathtub” there wasn't the rapid-fire, mass-response ability that we have nowadays. I went into and out of my dentist's office today, had X-rays, an exam and was prescribed an antibiotic script and paid exactly $10—and that was for the prescription itself. The emergency visit was free. The oral surgery will be a few hundred dollars. I got a phone call from a pollster about two months ago asking all sorts of detailed questions about health care in New York state. Did I agree with the idea of revamping the system? Should the state take a stronger role? Should the federal government get involved? Would I pay an extra $40 a year to help subsidize the care? $50 dollars more? $60 dollars more? The pollster didn't appreciate my off-script reply “What's that? Two 7-Day “Unlimited Travel” Metrocards? A few frosty Starbucks beverages? C'mon man.”

Having health insurance is a blessing. And a blessing isn't a thing you can count on. Decent health care is the one thing you shouldn't have to pray you can have access to.—what with the basics of said care being in many cases the simple difference between life and death.

People die from stuff like this—as noted in the Deamonte Driver tragedy from last spring and another case here in NY a couple of years before, another under-medicalized child.

Along with FISA, and the war and all the other gaudy, brightly lit things we scrap for online, this one is as important as any of them, and strikes at our very cores—our physical bodies and the health maintenance of them.

I got help today, and will get the rest later this week and hopefully, and I do mean hopefully my pain will be alleviated. But for every “me” who can get the care, there are countless others who will suffer for days, and weeks, and months in spiraling pain and equally spiraling ill health.

Let's work on that, too. Blogswarms are fun and all for all the bright and shiny things. But some hardcore action on this issue would be a truly wonderful thing.

Now, with that—my prescriptions are ready. And hopefully this pain is ready to go.

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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

US Medical System Worst In 19 Industrialized Nations


Reuters reports on a study from the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, authored by Ellen Nolte and Martin McKee, published in Health Affairs, a peer-reviewed journal:

France, Japan and Australia rated best and the United States worst in new rankings focusing on preventable deaths due to treatable conditions in 19 leading industrialized nations, researchers said on Tuesday.

The study abstract:

We compared trends in deaths considered amenable to health care before age seventy-five between 1997 - 98 and 2002 - 03 in the United States and in eighteen other industrialized countries. Such deaths account, on average, for 23 percent of total mortality under age seventy-five among males and 32 percent among females. The decline in amenable mortality in all countries averaged 16 percent over this period. The United States was an outlier, with a decline of only 4 percent. If the United States could reduce amenable mortality to the average rate achieved in the three top-performing countries, there would have been 101,000 fewer deaths per year by the end of the study period.

One hundred thousand deaths per year. You'd think Mike Huckabee would be all over this, after his statement about requiring immigrants for labor because we've been aborting people for 35 years:

Sometimes we talk about why we're importing so many people in our workforce," the former Arkansas governor said. "It might be for the last 35 years, we have aborted more than a million people who would have been in our workforce had we not had the holocaust of liberalized abortion under a flawed Supreme Court ruling in 1973.

One hundred thousand deaths per year. We need immigrants because of aborted fetuses, but there's no need to stop killing 100,000 people unnecessarily because we don't have universal health care:

"I think health care in the U.S. is pretty good if you have access. But if you don't, I think that's the main problem, isn't it?" Nolte said in a telephone interview.

I have a little experience with universal health care, because I've lived in Canada for four years. It's taken me almost that long to stop asking people, "Have you seen a doctor for that?" when they talk about a health problem. Canadians look at you funny if you ask them that.

Last month I was visiting a dojo in Bellingham and one guy tweaked his knee when his foot didn't pivot on the mat (nobody hit him, he just went one way and his foot didn't follow) -- and I was confused when he talked about whether or not he could visit the doctor. Then I remembered where I was: the United States, land of trillion dollar wars and between 47 million and 58 million uninsured.

Regardless of insurance status, nearly 20 percent of Americans lack a regular source of health care, a "strong indication many Americans may not be receiving needed care", according to the CDC. Dr. Amy Bernstein, chief of the CDC's analytic studies branch at the Office of Analysis and Epidemiology (and director of the study) notes that "research shows having a usual source of care results in improved care."

One hundred thousand extra deaths per year. That's roughly one every five minutes, around the clock, 24/7/365 -- every year. Where are the Right to Lifers when you need them? From the National Right to Life mission statement:

The ultimate goal of the National Right to Life Committee is to restore legal protection to innocent human life.

In a logical world, the Right to Lifers would be blockading insurance companies as well as abortion providers.



(Photo from MASH TV Series, captured from http://nkilkenny.wordpress.com/2007/04/)
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Monday, September 24, 2007

Puget Sound - "Power Over Pain” Advocacy Day - Olympia, September 28th


Comic Dan Collins Cartoons (click for full size)

Pain Advocacy Day at the Washington State Capital

Pain, pain, pain... PAIN!

The largest lobbying event for pain suffers in Washington State history will be held Friday, September 28, at the State Capital in Olympia.

  • This is personal to me.
  • I'm a chronic pain patient.
  • Without access to adequate pain control, I can NOT function.
  • With adequate pain control, most of the time -- key word..."most" -- I lead a life which appears -- key word... "appears" -- to be normal.
  • Practically speaking, with adequate pain control, most of the time I can work, live my life, spend time with my family, be in the world like everyone. Except when there is "break-through pain." (A technical term.) ...Then, things, and by things I mean me, stop working.

Here are some stats, some numbers.

After a page or so of the facts, I'll get back to giving you what this means in my life, how pain truly IMPACTS a person day-to-day, how desperately fucked up life can get when you live with pain month after month, year after year. Stick around... it's a bad-ass story. But first, the facts...

Here's what the American Pain Foundation says.

Seventy-five million Americans suffer from pain. Most fail to receive adequate treatment.

Highlights from the National Center for Health Statistics Report: Health, United States, 2006, Special Feature on Pain

More than one-quarter of Americans (26%) age 20 years and over - or, an estimated 76.5 million Americans - report that they have had a problem with pain of any sort that persisted for more than 24 hours in duration. [NOTE: this number does not account for acute pain]

Adults age 45-64 years were the most likely to report pain lasting more than 24 hours (30%). Twenty-five percent (25%) of young adults age 20-44 reported pain, and adults age 65 and over were the least likely to report pain (21%).

More women (27.1%) than men (24.4%) reported that they were in pain.

Non-Hispanic white adults reported pain more often than adults of other races and ethnicities (27.8% vs. 22.1% Black only or 15.3% Mexican).

Adults living in families with income less than twice the poverty level reported pain more often than higher income adult.

Adults 20 years of age and over who report pain said that it lasted:
  • Less than one month – 32%
  • One to three months – 12%
  • Three months to one year – 14%
  • Longer than one year – 42%
The Burden of Pain on Every Day Life
  • The annual cost of chronic pain in the United States, including healthcare expenses, lost income, and lost productivity, is estimated to be $100 billion.2
  • More than half of all hospitalized patients experienced pain in the last days of their lives3 and although therapies are present to alleviate most pain for those dying of cancer, research shows that 50-75% of patients die in moderate to severe pain.4
  • An estimated 20% of American adults (42 million people) report that pain or physical discomfort disrupts their sleep a few nights a week or more.5
Commonly-Reported Pain Conditions
  • When asked about four common types of pain, respondents of a National Institute of Health Statistics survey indicated that low back pain was the most common (27%), followed by severe headache or migraine pain (15%), neck pain (15%) and facial ache or pain (4%).6
  • Back pain is the leading cause of disability in Americans under 45 years old. More than 26 million Americans between the ages of 20-64 experience frequent back pain.7
  • Adults with low back pain are often in worse physical and mental health than people who do not have low back pain: 28% of adults with low back pain report limited activity due to a chronic condition, as compared to 10% of adults who do not have low back pain. Also, adults reporting low back pain were three times as likely to be in fair or poor health and more than four times as likely to experience serious psychological distress as people without low back pain.8
  • An estimated 70% of those with cancer experience significant pain during their illness, yet fewer than half receive adequate treatment for their pain.9
  • Painful knees and hips are common symptoms among older adults, with about 30% of adults 65 years of age and over reporting knee pain or stiffness in the past 30 days and 15% reporting hip pain or stiffness.
Disparities in Pain Care
  • African Americans and Hispanics are affected by racial profiling for diversion and under-treatment by some physicians. This is compounded by a lack of research on pain across racial and ethnic differences,17 as well as cultural attitudes toward pain care. In one study, more than 80% of African American patients and 80% of Hispanic patients waited until their pain severity was a 10 on a 10-point scale before calling their health care provider or oncology clinic for assistance with pain management.18
  • Elders are among the most undertreated for pain.19 Of the community-dwelling elder population, 25-50% can expect to suffer pain.20 Among institutionalized elders, 71-83% report at least one pain problem.21
  • Unfortunately, under-treatment of pain in the pediatric population is worse than that for adults, including elders. Only recently has the FDA required new medications be evaluated for efficacy and safety in the pediatric population. In one study, 65% of children younger than 2 years old went without pain medications compared to 48% of older children up to 10 years.22
  • Gender is also a bias in pain assessment and treatment. Women seek help for pain more frequently than men, but are less likely to receive treatment. Physicians often assume either that women can handle more pain or that they are exaggerating the level of pain they experience.23 Women are more likely to be given sedatives for their pain while men are more likely to be given analgesics.24
  • Historically, the medical literature has portrayed women as hysterical and oversensitive. By extension, physicians often view women’s statements as emotional, rather than objective. In one study of patients with chronic pain, female patients were more likely than their male counterparts to be diagnosed with histrionic disorder, excessive emotionality, and attention-seeking behavior.25
  • Studies of VA patients show that the pain of veterans is significantly worse than that of the general public.26,27 A higher incidence of pain in veterans was anticipated compared with the general public because of the greater exposure to trauma and psychological stress,28 both of which increase pain and compound therapy.
Please click here for references.

So...

What does it mean?

What do all these statistics and study results mean? That's what bloggers do, right? Take something vast and make it personal.

Yeah. In a moment perhaps. First, if you've ever been in real pain, even for a little bit, you don't need me to tell you how you Just.Wanted.It.To.STOP.

Now imagine that round the clock. Waking you up. Unable to work. Unable to bend over and tie your shoes or put on a shirt? Sit up in bed without help? Unable to even wipe your own ass because you can't twist around without screaming from the freaking pain. How you like your quality of life now?

Welcome to chronic pain. Now say hello to pain medications; they are your friend.

Jesse's Story

With pain meds, I live a normal life. Ride my bike, drive my car, go to work (most days), and sleep through the night only waking up twice to take more pain meds (instead of 4-5 times a night, yelping.) I have a life.

My doctors and I worked for over seven years to get the precise set of medicines I use, correct. Along the way I went so far round the bend on some of the poorly adjusted drugs, the person in my body, based on reactions to improperly set meds and my own deep-triggered patterns, acted out behaviors so inappropriate I could have been jailed.

The drugs used to treat chronic pain act directly on the brain and biology at the core of one's self. They not only knock out pain receptors, but in the case of the supporting medications, they alter who we are as human beings. Who I am was changed for years because of the meds I was on.

Eventually I and my therapist figured out I wasn't the same person I'd been before he'd ever met me. I'd lost track years before and to say "I'd lost track" is misleading -- it was no longer "I" talking or knowing, but a different self created by the combination of medication and emotional & physical triggering loaded in my body and living my life; beat that shit with a stick. My own children knew something was "wrong with Daddy" but even they didn't fully grasp how badly I was off and neither did I. All I knew was how much I hurt. I didn't know I wasn't "me," even though I was doing things I hadn't done in 20-30 years. To say I wasn't myself... yeah, literally I wasn't myself or in control of my own body for about five years. I didn't even know I wasn't along for the ride till the first four years has passed.

Now there was more going on with me in the beginning than just poorly adjusted medications. But there usually is in chronic pain patients. That's why we're chronic pain patients. I was drinking heavily because the pain meds I was on weren't enough to handle how much I hurt, in every sense of the word. In Dec 2001 I had neurosurgery, leaving me physically in agony for close to a year. In May 2003 was the suicide attempt and its aftermath. In Nov 2003 I was in a major car accident, which still hurts every day still. All these confused the issue and left my doctors and I playing catch up.

Therapy resolved the issues with my past. I stopped drinking as we got some control over the physical and emotional pain. Eventually, as we lowered the dosage on the pain meds and the fog lifted, it slowly, painfully, over many months became clear that my actions for the last years had been massively inconsistent with the self I'd always known myself to be before the original work injury in 1999; that that "me" I'd been being was just off, and not in a good way. And further, that neither I or anyone around me had known.

It took a year, start to finish. First we had to find the right pain management doctor, an experienced physician specializing in pain management, in order to make a difference. Then I had to get on his schedule, which took months; there aren't many of them and their schedules are always full. Then more and more months; careful, painstaking, session after session, back-stopped by a clinical psychologist who knows me to my core.

After seven years of suffering, we changed my med package. My pain drugs, not just the narcotics, but the supporting medicines which allow both the narcotic and non-narcotic pain drugs to achieve their best impact, the sequencing, dosages, types and loading of these medications were changed, along with new meds being added. It took an entire goddamn year.

Changing my medicine package changed who I was and am. And surprise -- Jesse came back for the first time in almost five years. This all in the last year.

You think you know who Jesse "Doc" Wendel is? Listen... I don't even know some of the time. If I have an off day or week with my meds, I am not the same guy. Just under three years ago I passed a car between the HOV lane and the jersey barrier at 110 mph with six inches on either side screaming incoherent obscenities. My then 11 year-old son David was strapped in the front seat. Why was I angry? He just pissed me off; I don't know. This weaving through rush hour on Interstate-405 leaving Bellevue. A State Trooper pulled me over half a mile later as flat-out angry as I've ever seen a Trooper. Gave me the maximum possible non-criminal citation possible ($532 if I remember correctly, plus my insurance tripled for three years) and that only because I played the "I'm a paramedic" card. Originally the Trooper was going to jail me for reckless driving.

This is, by the standards of the last years, a tame story; I might have gone to jail for only 90 days. It was the Effexor we were trying; bad reaction. Effexor causes massive rage in me. How you like them apples? I stopped the Effexor within 48 hours; two days later I was fine. My point is there were many hit and miss attempts for years getting things right. Enough clearly messed with who I was, while others worked or seemed to maybe work, that over time we got much of the pain under control. More importantly, we eventually got to where my medical team and I sniffed just a whiff that perhaps the "I" who is Jesse wasn't really who I should be. That the drugs I was taking were altering me in some subtle way above mere pain control. That's when the conversation got interesting; my care required someone who knew precisely what pain management and they were about; a genuine specialist.

I love my primary care physician and the rest of my medical team. They are good, caring, talented people, quite literally the best doctors in their field in Puget Sound, in many cases, in the western United States. I'm not an amateur at picking talented people and in the field of medicine I know what I'm looking for. I have amazing people working to keep me healthy. None the less, it took an authentic specialist in this new discipline of pain management. A physician whose only practice is pain management to fix what was happening with me. We don't ask family practice doctor's to perform neurosurgery and we don't ask neurosurgeons to treat children for well-baby checks and back-t0-school physicals.

Pain management requires monthly care (or more) from a physician at the top of their game. It's that simple.

Pain Doesn't Have To Happen Any More

Pain drugs are a miracle. They save lives as surely as CPR, surgeons, cancer checkups, vaccinations and paramedics. And for enormously less cost in the long run as a body which hurts continues to break down physically and emotionally, and fails to be able to contribute to society. I haven't even mentioned the cost on the families of chronic pain patients.

By any objective standard, treating pain is by far the least expensive option possible.

Pain treatment just makes sense, not to mention being humane. We wouldn't let a puppy suffer like the State lets old people, children and the hurting suffer day and night, week and month and years. Yet in the name of a few bucks, the State of Washington wants to let people you know have their lives be destroyed in bitter agony. It simply isn't right.

Pain is a horrible monster. To be trapped in a body that hurts...

In their blindness, the politicians and administrators of the State of Washington are attempting to balance part of their budget on the backs of people on pain control. This is not just stupid. It's mean.

Last week I interviewed Dr. John Baumeister, D.O., Founding President, Washington Academy of Pain Management and widely considered one of the leading specialists in pain management in Puget Sound. (Disclosure: Dr. Baumeister in my pain management physician. He's the doctor who finally nailed my meds and along with my therapist, brought me back to being me.)
Dr. Baumeister

The State Legislature told the State Agencies to cut costs by "coordinating medical care."

Their first and primary effort has been to produce a guideline outlining efforts to cut costs by addressing the prescribing of narcotics for pain.

The Chair of the Agency Medical Director's Group, Gary Franklin, MD, MPH, and Governor Chris Gregoire have failed to listen to physician concerns over this new guideline.

By the committee's own report, 6,800 chronic pain patients will be required to obtain annual consults from pain management physicians. There are few pain management practices in the state and their practices are full. Thus the guideline represents constructive denial of care.

It will cause people pain.
Pain is a disease.

Pain works through causing your nerves to reorganize themselves, like plastic under a heat lamp, the plasticity of the organism flowing to allow new nervous pathways to form. These new pathways are not necessarily optimal for you, the patient. They are designed to let your body survive the injury and communicate "Hey, this hurts," long after the actual injury is gone.

In 1980 when I was training as a paramedic, pain management didn't exist. It is a new discipline. The federal and state governments -- like most people in power -- received their training of what works and what doesn't, long ago and aren't keeping up with current technique. They come from a time when people were expected to just "tough it up" and "be a man."

Except this is precisely the exactly wrong approach to pain management. In a burn, the very first step in burn management is, "Stop the burning process" which is often going on under the skin hours after the apparent heat is gone. The first rule of pain management is, "Stop the pain."

Pain begets pain in a vicious circle. Stopping pain allows people to heal.

If you're in Washington State or near, I encourage you to show up in Olympia at the State Capital on Friday, September 28 and help fight for effective pain control.

Further information on Pain Advocacy Day Friday, September 28 in Olympia is available from Dionetta Hudzinski, RN, MN (HCP) or (509) 966-1986.

Help stop the pain. Fight ignorance.
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