Sunday, September 29, 2013

Life lately


Finding joy in the little things.  I stopped for a coffee and was delighted with this fish design.

One afternoon after finishing up at a nursing home, I decided to stop and read.  Drove for a couple of minutes and ended up here.  Lovely!


 Sean, Louise and Tomas had an action packed few days in Adelaide.  Among the many things we got up to - Sausage BBQ, touring McLaren Vale, the Wheatsheaf, touring the Adelaide Hills, browsing the Adelaide Central Markets, oyster bar, Glenelg, Grange, Dumpling King.  It was amazing to me that a one year old happily embarked on these adventures.  Tomas is a joy to be around - such a smiley/giggly boy and so easygoing.  In the first of the two pictures, he's amusing himself (and the rest of us) by licking a lemon while we ate oysters (I tried them for the first time EVER...I even had TWO...and I didn't die).  You can see in the background that we were overlooking the ocean and at one point there was a dolphin briefly frolicking right in the harbour.  On our trip to the beach, he gravitated towards the water and absolutely loved splashing around and playing in the sand.  The weather was incredibly cooperative for their whole stay and we had a fantastic time :)

 

Thursday, September 19, 2013

"Just a GP?"

This is a question that Jeremy has had to answer a few times, and he gets a little frustrated.  I came across this blog post, and it seems to outline all the reasons why this question could be irritating and a little insulting!

From http://nomadicgp.wordpress.com/2013/09/16/are-you-going-to-be-a-specialist-or-just-a-gp/

“Are you going to be a specialist? Or just a GP?”

As a medical student and junior doctor in my hospital training years, I was often asked this question by friends, senior doctors and well meaning patients.  It really grated on me, that one little word: “just”.
I always thought I’d become a GP. As a teenager, I was inspired to study medicine by my own GP who had always looked after my family with such care and compassion.  As I went through my training I dabbled with the idea of other specialties; I was fascinating by the life stories of my geriatric patients, I loved the cute-factor of paediatrics, I was hooked on the emotional highs and lows of obstetrics, I enjoyed the team atmosphere of the emergency department. But I think, deep down, that I always knew I liked ALL of medicine too much and that above all I wanted to make a meaningful difference to my patients’ lives. For me, GP was the obvious choice.
Nowadays, when I tell people that I’m a GP, they ask instead “So are you going to specialise in anything?” They don’t seem to understand that I HAVE already specialised. I’ve specialised in General Practice (and GP obstetrics) by doing an additional 4 years of training on top of my medical degree and internship. I am officially registered with the Australian Medical Board as a “Specialist General Practitioner”. This has been a conscious decision; I haven’t just become a GP by default.
So to be asked these sorts of questions always seems so unfair. It implies that ”GP” and “specialist” are two diametrically opposed alternatives, and that GP is the lessor of the two. If you’re smart, ambitious, passionate and successful you become a specialist. If you can’t get into anything else or if you want the easy option you become a GP. It’s seen as a back-up option, not as a worthwhile career in itself.
GPs vs specialist
The specialist vs “just a GP” dichotomy also perpetuates the idea that GPs are not “experts” in their own right; that GPs are the amateur doctors that do the easy bits of all the other specialties and then refer on when it gets too complicated.
I’d like to dispel that myth. GPs ARE experts. We are the expert in each and every one of our patients.
We are also the experts in:
  • Preventative medicine
  • Undifferentiated illness
  • Chronic disease management
  • Complex multi-comorbidity
  • Judicious use of finite medical resources
  • Coordination of the health care team
We do these things better than anyone else. In fact, studies (see here and here) have repeatedly demonstrated that an increasing number of primary care doctors results in better health outcomes overall, a higher quality of health service and at a decreased cost. Whereas an increasing number of specialists is associated with higher costs and poorer quality of care, including higher overall mortality.  So, as a group, GPs do a far better job at improving health outcomes and for less cost compared to specialists.
So where do all these negative attitudes come from? Unfortunately some hospital doctors perpetuate these views. They refer to General Practice dismissively as “coughs, colds and sore holes” or (particularly for female GPs) “tears and smears”. I have heard some specialists loudly criticise GPs for not knowing everything that they know about their chosen field, apparently unable to appreciate the enormous breadth of knowledge they have in other areas.
Once I even heard my university professor talk to our class about a high achieving doctor that he had gone through med school with, saying “She had so much potential, she could have been a professor of medicine. It was such a waste that she chose a career in General Practice”.
Even though the overwhelming majority of health care happens in the primary health care sector, the lion’s share of university and junior doctor teaching is done in hospitals by specialists, so it’s hardly surprising that many of our hospital counterparts have such inaccurate views of General Practice.
Admittedly, not all GPs are great teachers, and a GP rotation spent sitting in a corner of a consulting room is not likely to leave a good impression on the student. The subtleties and intricacies of a GP consult are not well appreciated by watching (or snoozing) in the background. Perhaps, as teachers, we could be doing better.
Here’s the thing. Any doctor who thinks that General Practice is easy has clearly never tried it themselves.
The reality is that General Practice is an enormously rewarding, challenging and varied career and that no two days are ever the same. We have no idea what is going to walk through our door next and it could be anything from an infant with a fever, a pregnant lady with pre-eclampsia, an elderly patient with new onset AF, a young man suffering with crippling anxiety, a parent grieving the death of a child to a full-blown heart attack. And all of these medical conditions come with added layers of complexity from the patient’s personality factors, social circumstances, family situation, expectations, medical co-morbidities, values and beliefs.
Many of us have also chosen to pursue further training in sub-specialised areas, eg obstetrics, anaesthetics, surgery, emergency medicine, aboriginal health, dermatology, paediatrics, sexual health, addiction medicine, medical education and many more. I may be in the clinic one day, and the next be performing an emergency caesarean section, or resuscitating a newborn. Really, the depth and breadth of work that we can pursue as GPs is unrivaled – and we are incredibly lucky in this respect.
So not only do we have to be able to initially manage every single symptom and medical condition imaginable, we have to be able to do it without a full suite of investigation tools, without easy access to allied health and other specialists and all within an allocated time slot of 10-15 minutes.  What’s more we are not managing that patient just for that episode of illness (or until we can turf them to another team), rather we are caring for their overall health and well being in the short, medium and longer term.
Don’t get me wrong. I have a huge appreciation for my specialist (? partialist) colleagues. In particular I am grateful for the depth of knowledge and skills that they have in their niche area that I could never hope to achieve. I know that they, too, want the best outcomes for our patients and that the system works best when we all work together.
However, I’d really like for people to stop asking “are you going to be a specialist, or just a GP?” and instead to enquire “What type of doctor are you going to be?”. It’s up to all of us to  change the conversation and give General Practice the respect and prestige it deserves, so that medical career choices can be seen to be more like this:
In no particular order
There is reason for optimism. The General Practice Student Network has over 60% of medical students as members and is doing great work to be a shining light of General Practice amidst the loud voices of hospital medicine. Also, applications to Australian General Practice Training are becoming more and more competitive. This year there were over 2000 applicants for only 1200 training places and eventually this will help to change the perception of GP as an easy back-up option if Plan A doesn’t work out.
The growing online presence of passionate GPs on social media can only help to spread the word about what we believe is the best job in the world. Check out blog posts from notjustagp.comkidocs.org and greengp.wordpress.com on what they love about General Practice. For those of us who supervise medical students, we have the perfect opportunity to share our passion with the next generation by getting them involved in not just watching, but doing. I encourage you to let them sit in the big chair, and seat yourself in the corner so you can learn something from them, too.
To my patients: I know you may never understand the intricacies of medical training, but I want you to know that out of all the career paths on offer, I chose to be your GP; to be the person that you turn to in your time of need, to see you as a whole person and not just a diseased organ, and to be the one who helps guide you to health and wellness. I hope you know that I feel truly privileged to be your doctor.
In answer to the original question, no I’m not “just” a GP. I’m a broadly-skilled, sub-specialised, expert GP, providing a damn fine health service to my patients and my community. And I absolutely love it.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Perfect weekend days and perfect work days

With the arrival of spring has come a spate of warm, sunny, beautiful weather.  Two weekends in a row it has been gorgeous and we have taken advantage of this, which makes me quite happy!  The perfect weekend day: sleep in, quick breakfast, bike ride to the beach, iced coffee from the server who remembers us from last weekend, drink iced coffee on the beach, bike ride home, lunch with friends, chilled out afternoon/evening reading while Jeremy plays video games.  Remember how I said we were old now?  Yeah.  A very different 'perfect weekend' description than five years ago!

I have also perfected my work day.  The ideal work day consists of seeing approximately six patients.  I often have fairly long gaps of time between appointments, and I have discovered that there is a Goodlife gym (of which I am a member) less than five minutes away from my work.  On Mondays, I typically have a two hour gap, which is an excellent time to get a workout in, then use the STEAM ROOM, and finally have a shower and get all cleaned up for work.  I could also use this time to read on the beach, since my work is also about five minutes away from the beautiful ocean front.

Yeah.  Life is good.

Some of Jeremy's pics from Melbourne/Great Ocean Rd (in no particular order):

Windy, hailing, raining, and freezing at the Twelve Apostles

Cool underground cave/garden thing in Mt Gambier. 

Found a moose with Adrian and Louise

Our view of the Twelve Apostles.  Jeremy is rather concerned that his fancy phone is going to blow out of my hand and be flung into the ocean.

Canadians with the moose

Sombreros, fishbowl margaritas, and friends!

Friday, September 6, 2013

The Great Ocean Road...kind of

I was beginning to be mighty cranky at blogspot because I've been trying to post these pics for awhile now, and finally it has magically worked!  This is Blue Lake in Mt Gambier.


 Famous tower in Mt Gambier - very windy up here!  Long walk up and down a very steep hill in order to get this close up!
 View from the Great Ocean Road.  Check out the rainbow in the distance!  We had alternate patches of grey/yucky rain, with clear breaks and rainbows!

I actually had Jeremy turn the car around so that we could go back and get a picture of this giant evil koala!  It had glowing red eyes and was super creepy.

There are more pictures (obviously needed to get the 12 Apostles, etc) but they're on Jeremy's phone and I can't access them.  C'est dommage!

So, Sunday was absolutely filled with driving!  We stopped for Glick's bagels before heading out of Melbourne. Listening to the GPS got us a little lost just outside of Melbourne, which was quite inconvenient since we had a bazillion hours of driving ahead, but we made the best of it.  I had been warned that the Great Ocean Rd is very twisty-turny, and that is not a joke!  I never get car sick, motion sick, any sort of stomach sick really, but the constant curves actually did make me feel fairly nauseated.  We didn't really stop in any of the lovely little towns on the way, because the weather wasn't great and we really did need to get back to Adelaide so that I could make it to work on Monday.  This was a shame, and I feel that I need to return to really do it justice.  Anyone thinking of driving the Great Ocean Rd, take heed - I think you need *at least* 3 days to do it properly.  We made it to the 12 Apostles - it was raining, freezing (like literally - it was about 0C) and HAILING...and the wind was whipping hail into our faces, which was awesome...definitely had a memorable experience!  Once we had done that, we still had to face several hours more of driving, but without the scenery and (thankfully) the twisty windy roads.  We made it to Adelaide at about 11 pm - I think we are both done with driving 'holidays' for awhile now!!

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Short but sweet in Melbourne

Once we actually made it to Melbourne, we had the chance to catch up with my speechie friend Jody.  She's a Brisbane girl (Gold Coast hinterlands, actually) but decided to make a change and move to the big city of Melbourne.  Now she has an amazing job, and a great boyfriend, and seems to be living the dream!  After sitting through gazillions of intern conversations, it was so awesome to have a speechie talk!  Jody's work is fairly similar to mine - she goes around to several aged care residences and does swallowing assessments, some communication therapy, and in-services for staff.  She has also recently been accredited to a couple of private hospitals.  We arrived at Jody and Matt's place and sat down for a quick drink while deciding between a few dinner options.  Mexican won out, and so we went to Taco Bill's for yummy food, fishbowl drinks, and free sombreros.  Trying to get a taxi back to the house was a bit of a chore, compounded by gale force COLD winds, which made Jeremy feel like he was back in Canada.  We finally managed to secure a taxi and then proceeded to stay up way too late talking and talking and talking and talking.

The next day, we headed into the Melbourne CBD for some wandering around aimlessly.  I was obsessed with finding this Japanese store where everything is $2.80 and once we did that, I was happy to do anything!  We ended up taking a walk to the Victoria Markets, where I found a Team Canada hockey jersey for $30.  Our time in the CBD was much too short, but we had to get back to the car before the meter ran out because receiving a parking ticket would have been rather unfortunate.  We decided to head to our hotel to rest up before meeting with some more friends for dinner.  We were staying in St Kilda, in what turned out to be a very Jewish area of the city.  Apparently Melbourne has the third largest Jewish population in the world, after Israel and NYC.  This was lucky for us, because it meant REAL BAGELS!!!  We very excitedly took our bagels with brisket and pickles to our hotel and devoured them.  Jeremy was (surprise surprise) quite looking forward to his nap, and I wanted to go for a swim in the indoor pool and do some reading.  Disappointment: the pool was closed or renovations - annoying when that is one of the main reasons you book a hotel!  Grrrrr.  Oh well. 

We got ourselves prettied up and met our friend Louise at the 'Transport Bar'.  It was hopping on a Saturday night.  We stayed for a drink and decided to head to Little Collins St for dinner.  We had a delicious Italian dinner - but I can't remember the name of the restaurant!  Oops.  Another friend, Adrian, found us here and we continued on to attempt a 'bar hop' of classy Melbourne venues.  Sadly, we realized that we really are getting much too old for this!  The places were nice, and had beautiful elaborate decorations and lots of character...but it was sooooo loud!  Our attempt ended before midnight and we were quite excited about just getting back to the hotel and going to sleep!  Ack.  The next day would be filled with never ending driving...