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Monday, October 31, 2011

I Like Precision and Exactness

I rarely comment on things on Facebook, but often I am almost driven to when I see a glaringly and obviously false statement. And then it drives me insane when people dispute what I say and immediately dismiss it, when I'm pretty sure I'm right. Topics this week that have driven me insane include the false belief that doctors are often and regularly bribed by drug companies, and the regulation (or lack thereof) of alternative medicine.

I suppose seeing glaringly obvious faults in logic shouldn't drive me so insane when other people's ignorance doesn't really affect me. And I suppose that I'm wrong at times. ... Only I'm not wrong very often, and I feel that when presented with compelling evidence, I let go of my previous assumptions and embrace the truth. Maybe what actually bothers me is the widespread resistance to truth. It seems that for many, the more evidence is presented against their viewpoint, the more stubborn and angry they get. Sigh.



So I'm left wondering if it's better for me to just completely ignore blatantly obvious falsehoods, because it doesn't seem to do anything good. Firstly, it aggravates me and keeps me up at night knowing how many dumb people there are convincing other people that falsehoods are true. Secondly, my arguments seem to make people believe their false assumptions even more, no matter how logical, cool, and complete my evidence is. Maybe Calvin is right... knowledge is paralyzing in some ways. I'm not sure speaking up is ever worth it.

Friday, October 28, 2011

I Like Costumes

It occurred to me tonight that if we got a single classic infant costume, it could last us for 20 years. I'm imagining a wookiee baby... a Starfleet officer baby... a Batman baby... man. And it would totally still be cool (for a nerd family, anyway) in 20 years too.


I haven't been posting as much as I did last month. This isn't because I forgot. Rather, I just decided not to. I'm pretty stressed out. And I feel like I've confessed the whole of it. Basically, it'd be like, "Hey. Nothing new! The end."

I went to the doctor today about my thyroid. I learned some more stuff about it. On Monday I have physical therapy and another doctor's appointment. Aaaand another one on Tuesday. Aaaand another physical therapy on Thursday. Sigh. I'm already having nightmares about the bills, but that's okay. The goal here is to get a baseline healthiness that I can maintain (with some daily routine of physical therapy exercises, thyroid hormone, and maybe some other things) so that when I'm old I'm awesome(r). So I'm grateful that I do have the money to do this.

Friday, October 21, 2011

I Like My Job

I like my job. I don't like that nobody knows what it is I do. I say, "I'm a medical scribe!" ... And then they respond, "Oh, you mean a transcriptionist?" ... No, that's not actually it. I'm a scribe.

Here's the difference.

Transcriptionist: The physician makes a recording of their chart note, a.k.a dictation. He or she sends the dictation to the transcriptionist, who types it up verbatim and inserts it into the chart note. The physician reviews it and signs it. This can take days, or, in a worst case scenario, weeks.

Scribe: The scribe follows the physician into the patient appointment. The scribe types up the chart note during the visit, and the doctor interacts with the patient instead of a computer screen. The scribe summarizes the patient's complaints and the doctor's assessment and plan... fills out the 10 million drop-down boxes and fill-in-the-blanks. The chart note, ideally, is done by the time the patient visit is over. The physician looks over the chart note and makes changes or additions as needed, and then signs it.

So yeah. Much different.

People haven't heard of it because it's a new thing... and there aren't very many scribes in existence. Dr. Austin and Sue loooove it. I pretty sure they break into a sweat just remembering life before scribes... Anyway, they think medical scribing will become a booming industry, but I sometimes wonder.

Typically, scribes are aspiring medical students in between undergrad and med school who want experience in the medical field. In other words, people who don't know squat about medicinal terminology, charting, coding, billing... So it's a steep learning curve. Thankfully, I work in a pretty specialized office (woo reproductive endocrinologyyyy), so I didn't have to learn all about the cardiac system or the respiratory system or the nervous system... all on the first day. And I just can't imagine the first day scribing for a family practice doctor, as they encounter every problem and disease under the sun.

So not everyone is cut out for a job like this. We're not sure who is, actually. Dr. Austin has hired four so far... my predecessor, me, ex-scribe, and other current scribe. Ex-scribe was not so good at it and never got any better. Other current scribe wasn't a natural, but is getting tons better and is learning.

So yeah. I have a pretty unique job. And I wonder how likely it is that once James and I move away from Eugene, how likely it is it would be possible to find another job like this if I had to. At the very least, I could maybe try medical transcription... ;)



P.S. Here is an article about medical scribes.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I Like Moving My Legs

Today is a beautiful day, partly because yesterday was not a beautiful day. Yesterday, my back hurt so badly that I couldn't move or sit or walk or anything. This probably isn't THAT surprising, knowing that I fell down eight stairs last week. I got myself home and laid on the bed for a while... Today, it's gone, thank goodness.

Today I woke up, and magically, I could run, I could jump, I could even sit up! I went to physical therapy today, and did all sorts of rigorous exercises (rigorous for me, anyway). The physical therapist said she isn't worried about it, so I'm pretty excited. And anyway, I'm almost grateful for my brief immobility, because now I take a special joy in sitting up and lying down and stretching without pain.



I totally have free lunch today.

James is hot.

I am hot.

My psychiatry appointment got moved up to early November instead of early December. Woo! Apparently, the doctor read my paperwork and decided I should come see her sooner. So if you're worried about my mental health, you have a whole month less to worry about me! :)

In fact, I've heard a lot of people are worried about me. I've also heard some surprise about how open I am with what's going on -- and THAT surprised me! I'm pretty sure you'd have to be more worried if I wasn't open about it, because that would mean I was closed to support and loves... and really, almost all the things that make everything bearable. Although I was once tempted to think that openly discussing my struggles was weak and pathetic, I've come to realize that I'd be a lot weaker if I didn't. I don't necessarily want people to bathe me in their sympathetic tears, but knowing I'm not the only mortal being who has any idea about what I'm going through buoys me up and helps me cling to a small piece of sanity.

ANYWAY.

I am also sometimes surprised to hear about people who I've never imagined using the Internet reading my blog. Who knew I was so popular?

Sunday, October 16, 2011

I Like Sunday

I am not feeling well today. Food sounds so unappealing that even the goodness that is burek doesn't even smell good. :(

Our ward choir sang today. It was about 2-3 times as big during the performance as it was during the practices. Sigh.

Two people today asked where I served my mission. ... ??? Do I seem like a returned missionary to you?

So remember when I asked for prayers? I'm having a hard time. I'm ready to tell you (friends and strangers alike) what's going on. My mother was in the mental hospital a few weeks ago. She's not all better yet. My sister is kind of having a hard time too. My dad is having a hard time coping with this all. And my other sister doesn't talk to me, but my guess is that she is also struggling, at least a little bit.

As far as my mental health goes... I've been deteriorating. And let's be honest... it's not all that surprising. If you consider my extensive family history of depression and anxiety along with the following list of major life-changing events that have happened in the last 6 months.

1. Graduated from college!
2. Went through the temple!
3. Got married!
4. Moved to Oregon!
5. Started a new job!
6. Mom goes to mental hospital... D:

And there are, of course, more. Most of these are good things, but they are still stressful.

If you've heard of the Holmes-Rahe Scale, let me tell you something. It's basically a scale of how stressed you are. It is graded as follows:
A score of 0-149: no significant problem
150-199: mild stress, associated with 35% chance of illness
200-299: moderate stress, associated with 50% chance of illness
300+: major stress, associated with 80% chance of illness

So um... with that in mind, are you ready for my score? I'm not sure you are. But here you go... 519. Yup. My stress level is OFF THE CHARTS! Holy bovine! And considering that, I'd like to say I'm coping quite well, thank you.

So yes. I am stressed out of my mind. Please pray for me. Please also pray for my parents and sisters as they need it as well.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I Like Playing Piano

Although I don't have a calling as a pianist, I play every Sunday... and at many baptisms and other missionary events. Woo? Today I played at a baptism for a long time. It makes me wish I had a piano to practice on, because I tend to mess up fairly often. I still play well enough for people to sing along, but it'd be nice to play without my heart beating a million miles an hour.

Today we bought a quart of chocolate milk... Mmm! The only problem is that it seems they don't keep it that cold in the grocery stores, so I put it in the fridge and I am waiting for it to get super cold.

Tonight we get to watch My Little Pony! Woo!

Last night we watched Cinderella 3... remember how I told you that I like Disney sequels? I'm wondering if I like them precisely because they're so bad. Anyway, I like that Prince Charming and Anastasia morph from flat characters into dynamic characters in this movie. Prince Charming totally jumps off a lighthouse onto a ship. Cinderella basically gets arrested. Anastasia has a change of heart and turns good and finds a hot baker to marry. Prince Charming's dad (King Charming?) becomes friends with Anastasia. Epicly, intensely, horribly, and awfully awesome.



If you're intrigued and for some reason have nothing better to do... you should watch it. Be warned that the "good" part is the last half of the movie. It gets amazing once the mice talk to Prince Charming, about half way through. If you watch it, may Walt Disney have mercy on your soul.

I have ice cream in the freezer... I should eat it...

I like my husband a lot. Even when he makes googly eyes at me all during baptisms.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

I Like Disney Sequels

I know, shameful. But it's true. I do like Disney sequels... precisely because they're awful. Just so you know, my favorites are Lilo and Stitch 2 and Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time. I know you're doubtful, but if you go in thinking that it will be awful and you're going to enjoy it anyway--magic!



Today I fell down the stairs and slammed my poor head on the stairs. :(

Physical therapy was good today.

My family is still having a hard time, so please pray for us. This is short today because I am uber stressed out.