Saturday, January 11, 2014

New Year's Reflection - ACE

Some of you may know that I go to a monthly mass + dinner with friends who have graduated from, or support, or participate in the ACE group here in Dublin. One of the things we do during the evening is have a post-communion reflection and questions for discussion after dinner. This has been a part of the evenings since we started up in Dublin, and one that I love. I've given the reflections in the past (once at Christmas, once in November), but it's been probably 2 years. I gave the reflection last night and it went really well. So, as I have done in the past, I've posted it here.

Enjoy :)


It’s been a while since I’ve given a reflection here. And if you’ll forgive me, indulge me a little, condone the excess of a captive audience without the pressures of my normal work environment bearing down, and excuse the quotes peppered throughout, as there are people so much more eloquent than I am. So herein lie words of wisdom that I need to give myself. A diatribe to me. Things I need to hear, and perhaps, will bring some thought to you as well.

Let me begin by wishing everyone a very happy new year. Welcome to 2014. Welcome back. Welcome forward. Welcome new and old. And we can start with the traditional question: what are your new year’s resolutions? Diligently, every year, I sit down and write a letter to myself on new years day. I read the letter from the previous year. I take stock. I make my resolutions, and, regrettably, tend to break them by February. I was late this year. I had quite a bit of jetlag on the 1st and one of the worst travel adventures in the eight year I’ve been commuting transatlantically. But that is a story for another day. Funny thing, the new year though… We get this feeling of opportunity, a clean slate, a fresh start, a ground swell of new pressures, of growth, of personal commitments, and of change.

Ah. Change.

Those of you who know me well, would know that I am a creature of habit. I’m good at organizing. I’m fantastic at planning. I can table a day down to the minute so every second is productive. And when on a routine, I am most efficient, most effective, and possibly happiest. So maybe then, it will come as no surprise that I do not like change. I suspect I’m not alone. Many people dread it. Change is intimidating, daunting, frightening, inevitable… Necessary. “All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” (Anatole France).

I am certainly not new to change. I am an ex-pat, living in my third country of residence, in my sixth city, on my second career, and in my eleventh “job” since graduation from medical school. Like death and taxes, it follows everywhere. Some change has always been regrettable: the death someone we love, irreparable transitions in relationships, forced job change, moving house, moving country, immigration, catastrophe… Change as loss. Wherein we feel the victim, through injury or sacrifice, change is thrust upon us by outside force. I’ve somehow always been better at facing this type of change. Bracing against the elements, following the protocol, an algorithm of survival to come out, weather weary, perhaps only slightly worse for the wear on the other side. Easy.

There are the changes that are festive though. A new life, a new relationship, an unexpected surprise. Change as gain. Change as a present that gifts our lives with something new. Deserving or not, we welcome, always, the pleasant changes that bring us joy. How could we not? I have the most beautiful new niece. Through nothing of my work or device, the most blessed change. Lucy is a tiny bundle of joy that changes everyone who meets her. I met her at 3 days old. I’ve already watched my brother become a father with his first son, but I’ve seen another change now. One that’s hard to describe, but beautiful. And so happy.

And then there are the changes that come from plans. The ones we anticipate, perhaps with anxiety, often of our own making. It’s slightly more challenging to run the course when we’ve set out the plans ahead of ourselves rather than have them thrust upon us. These changes are the ones I resist. The ones I dread. The ones I dig in my heels and stubbornly refuse to acknowledge until there is no other choice. If you’ll forgive my language, the change that comes as a kick up the arse that I need to move on, to move forward, to do what is necessary, because I’ve become stagnant, because I have forgotten what I can do, what is possible, what I should do, what I’m called to do. And I hate it, because I should know better. I should have more faith in my ability to be changed and bring change. “Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. For indeed, that’s all who ever had.” (Margaret Mead)

So then, in the almost unnatural calm that follows the Christmas season. That follows the waiting and anticipation, the chaos of tasks of joy that flow into the dead of winter, we find our ebb. Our sparkling, clean new year. Our moment of pause before we crash forth into January, into work, and weather. And in this moment we make resolutions. Resolutions to do differently, to do more, to new habits, to breaking poor routines, to fix, to mend, to repair, to arrange, to secure, to better, to change. And perhaps, this is where my failings lie. These things, these resolutions are plans. Plans of change, perhaps promises of change. And we all know how great I am at planning and terrible at change. The juxtaposition of my strength and weakness side-by-side. Staring me down.

So I’m going to take a risk here and throw out my resolutions. Forget the forward planning and do. Be bold. Be tenacious. Don’t make resolutions, make revolutions. Rebel against the things that I would fear and dive in.  Jump first, “and build your wings on the way down.” (Ray Bradbury). Do not wait to be changed. Be change and be changed now. Unashamedly, shed that which we wish to change, leave it behind, and by the grace be now what we know we can be.

“It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.” (C.S. Lewis)

So my question is this: what are our plans for 2014, little eggs? What are our New Year’s Revolutions?

Monday, January 6, 2014

2014 - Well... It can't get worse, so...

Ok. I have many many thoughts on 2013, and few of them are family friendly... I'm glad that year is over, I'm glad we're moving on to a clean slate. And it's time to put up the 2014 New Year's Music! [aka: Tom is going to hate on all my music so bring it on - post]

New Year's Music 2014:
  1. End of the World - Deap Vally
    [I'm down with angry chick rock. This is some of the best I've heard recently. I loved it from the first time I heard it, and I think I fixed on it, because there's nothing else out there like it right now.]
  2. Cannonball - The Breeders
    [Moving swiftly on to a more classic version of women rocking it, The Breeders. I forget why this popped up, where it popped up, who played it... Doesn't matter. This has been heavy in the playlist since last February.]
  3. You've Got Time - Regina Spektor
    [Straight shout to "Orange is the New Black." I love this song for its use in the opening credits, and for the sound of it. I like that it builds to something loud and then fades into a softer female vocal, then bam, right back into a fast beat. I also love her voice. I think it's so interesting. So here since March...]
  4. I Sat By the Ocean - Queens of the Stone Age
    [I'm a dead sucker for the 90s comebacks. Queens released a new album this year and I gladly, happily attended their show here in Dublin. Best rock concert I've seen since Pearl Jam (and that's including Soundgarden... Sorry Chris, but this was brilliant)! Off of their new album, which I think has a great mix of new and retro, this is my favorite song... And live... whoooo...]
  5. Can't Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis[I tried... I tried... I can't keep this song out of my head. I love the rhythm and speed. It's just fun... Plus, I went for a run listening to this and holy frick I was running fast! I also recommend this for cleaning the house... It makes me smile, and I can't hear it without wanting to dance. It's so infectious, hence the popularity, but come on! The ceiling can't hold us!]
  6. Galvanize - The Chemical Brothers
    [Also finding its way onto the list from a workout perspective, I love this. It's a different kind of rhythm than the previous, but it's synthed up and has a solid beat. I can't sit still with this one either. It gets me pumped up! Judge me if you'd like, it's not the worst on this list.]
  7. Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
    [Imagine Imagine Dragons imagining dragons listening to Imagine Dragons... Kill me now. I can't stop listening to Imagine Dragons. I think I first saw this song attached to a fanvid of STiD and I was sold. As it's been said, try to listen to this and not picture yourself in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, walking like a badass. Welcome to the new age...]
  8. Infallible - Pearl Jam
    [Lightening Bolt; Pearl Jam's new album. I love it. I love so many things about it. Mind Your Manners is so perfectly 90s Pearl Jam. Sirens is just a bit softer. Then there's Infallible... It reminds me of a few other bands (bit of Goo Goo Dolls, Incubus, Switchfoot, Lifehouse) but then you've Eddie singing. I like the odd background sound. It's not the hard rock Pearl Jam is famous for, but I really dig it.]
  9. Keep Yourself Warm - Frightened Rabbit
    [I'm bringing this one back. Who doesn't love the organ in the background of falsetto cussing? I think I'm on a 'retro' kick... I think the music doesn't quite have the brutal edge that the lyrics deserve, but I like the flats, minor harmony that sounds like Biffy Clyro. It takes more than f*cking someone to keep yourself warm...]
  10. Closer to You - The Coronas
    [I went to the pre-Christmas Dublin Olympia concert this year. It worked out better than the last attempt where the power failed and they had to cancel... I dig the Coronas, and they're brilliant in small venue concerts. They know how to design power lighting for their shows, and I'm a big fan of the Olympia in general. But this is their last bout of shows before seclusion to finish their next album... Which I'm excited about.]
  11. The End Is Nigh - Bell X1
    [This has been on the list since the release. I like the crescendo that builds to drums with piano as the power instrument. Again, upbeat major key for a melancholic song. It's the first BellX1 that's really caught me since Velcro, but I can't stop listening.]
  12. Love Like This - Kodaline
    [There are a few really up and coming Dublin bands, and Kodaline just released another album... They are strong, with lovely lyrics, and walking a fine line between pop, alt, trad. They don't go full trad like Mumford, but they rock the harmonica. It's a great sound.]
  13. Beautiful - Ben Rector
    [This is really a guy and his guitar. He can sing. It's not particularly unique, it could easily be from the Script (except it's happy...) And it's just a pop song that has a nice soft sound. Sue me, I like it.]
  14. A Thousand Years - Boyce Avenue
    [This is acoustic session stuff. This sounds like a giant confession. It's a love song... I've filed it under the list of songs I'd love for someone to sing to me (and mean it). It's fluff... I know. But we know I love this sh*t.]
  15. I See Fire - Ed Sheeran
    [Two reasons: 1 - The Hobbit DoS. 2 - Ed Sheeran. I think he's just lovely. I like a lot of what he's done, but this song has that same haunting tone that you hear in LotR. It's something that I'd like to learn how to sing and play. It's all minor key and harmony and it gives me goosebumps.]
  16. Coming Home - Diddy, Dirty Money, Skylar Grey
    [I've heard a few versions of this... But I like it. This is like MIA and old Hip-hop. But it just sticks with me. I like it. There's nothing else to it.]
  17. Get Lucky - Daft Punk
    [You cannot have thought you'd get out of 2013 without this song... It's the disco awesome summer song. I heard it and liked it, then it was played so much that I wanted to rip the radio out when I heard it. But I still love it. It is a summer song. I can only picture that silly cabbie dancing with a tourist... Give it a nod and it's due. It earned a spot here.]
  18. Long Hard Times to Come - Gangstagrass
    [100% here for Justified. If you don't watch that show... You should. I also love that this is a weird country/rap mix... It's kinda fun... You'll have it stuck in your head.]
  19. I Am the Doctor - Dubstep Remix "the (Un)Official Tumblr Soundtrack"
    [You better believe I put this in here. You've got the Doctor Who theme, technoed and blended into some Dubstep. I'm not a massive Dubstep fan, but there's something about this one. It's kinda intense. Plus... it's been a year for Who. It's been a helluva year. "F*ckity Hi!"] 
So there you go... Music for the new year... Use with caution and all that...

2014 started for me with exhaustion after 30+ hours of travel (yes, I've had bad luck with travel recently). I have raging jet-lag that is still persisting... Then the Irish Government (I'm really just going to hold everyone in the government responsible for this... no exceptions) has now decided that all non-EEA doctors require work permits (to the tune of 500E/6months or 1000E for a year). GNIB cards will cost 150E and will not be issued for any duration longer than one year... I'm sorry, HSE, I thought 1) you were desperately SHORT on doctors... oh wait, you are! and 2) you just promised to go to 24 hr max shift (something not yet possible in a lot of hospitals due to the doctor shortage) with penalties to follow, and an aim to be EWTD compliant by 2015... Have you forgotten that your NCHDs all went on STRIKE! This is your answer?! Make it more difficult for those of us here to stay? ... This close, HSE... I'm this close. I've said kind and moderated words here before... I'm no longer capable of that. So here we go, me, starting 2014 off angrily... I'm gonna blame Amit.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

On airborn emergencies...

So... My flight took an eventful and unexpected turn... And I'm going to put some things here for really one reason only. Please remember, it is far more important that you are safe and healthy than on time this holiday season.

I was flying trans-atlantic on a 767 with a major airline. I was sitting in coach (near the back) because long gone are the days that doctors can afford to fly 1st class (if you think I'm kidding, I will explain a thing). Prior to take off, a gentleman had (what seems like) a pre-syncopal episode. He was attended by a doctor sitting across the aisle, and seemed ok for flight. 30 minutes into the air, he got worse. The doctor who had attended him previously asked for another set of hands. That's when I stood up to help.

Aside: standing up on a flight to say that you can help is terrifying. I don't like to do it. It's scary. You have very little to no equipment (none of which you're particularly familiar with) or help. And, to put it bluntly, adults of any kind are not my specialty.

Now, that gentleman was ok... He probably (and his family probably) should have had the sense to not fly before we pushed back from the gate. But if the person says they're ok, a doctor cannot really force them off the flight. And, in defense of the first doctor (a chiropractor), I didn't see him at the first event. I may have made the same decision. Now... he was fairly easily managed. And I was comfortable not turning back to Dublin. I treated him, and returned to my seat with the thought that I'd check on him every hour (much to the dismay of my poor seat neighbor who really wanted to sleep - I am so sorry! I should have suggested you take the window...).

2.5 hours later... Things changed. Another passenger had what looked to be a seizure and collapse. Now, my college (God bless them) trained us well. I worked in adult medicine as part of my qualifications and intern. To make a call over the ocean with a manual sphig, a stethoscope, and your own clinical judgement is not easy or a happy matter. But I have to say, I know a clinical stroke when I see one. And that's when I had to make a decision, as the only qualified doctor, on a 767, over the atlantic, whether or not to divert the plane. And yes, I did.

The 2 hour delay plus repeat customs and passport control when we landed was a horrible inconvenience for both the passengers and the airline. For that, I am sorry. When they build isolation CT suites on all 767s with interventional capabilities, I will never have to do that again. For the passengers that missed connections, that had to reschedule events, that had to stay in NYC overnight, I am sorry. No one wants to start their holiday that way. It's crap. I've had it happen myself. And I particularly apologise to those of you with small children. They were so good! And you were so patient. To the flight attendants that took the flack for the delay before we touched ground, I am sorry. You too are front line staff. I know that pain. But you were all so calm and composed, and for that, I am eternally grateful. I was also grateful for the business class seat for the last 3 hours of the flight to NYC, not for the leg room particularly (I'm kinda short), but it gave me a quiet space to freak out in private. [Yes, freak out. As I mentioned before, I don't treat adults... I'm a paediatrician... I haven't had an adult patient in 4 years. But I did work in geriatrics for 3 months (I know that sounds short, but I have working experience in a number of small subspecialties) and my focus is emergency medicine.]

But let me be clear. I am not sorry for diverting the plane. That passenger needed hospital care on a time limited basis. I would do it again. And I would do it for another passenger if necessary. And I'm sure the airlines support this practice, because you cannot get repeat business if your passengers die (That's blunt and tasteless and they care about their passengers beyond revenue, but it's also kinda true). Furthermore, I have one thing to say to the "super important business man" who complained for the remainder of the flight and through customs and through passport control and through rebooking your flight and who suggested that "we" (I use the royal we to encompass all of the people looking out for the well being of the passenger) made the wrong decision--whatever it is that you do for your living... you are alive. And I doubt your career calls on you to perform outside of your expertise, in front of terrified and captive people, when you are supposed to be on holiday! (Yes... that's right... when's the last time you had a business emergency on a flight where they came over the PA and asked for a CEO volunteer?) If it had been you... If you were unconscious on the ground, seizing, vomiting... I would have diverted that plane for you... And you'd (hopefully) still be alive as well.
Now... I'm going to try to put this 25hrs of travel behind me... Sleep (since I am now essentially post-call)... And spend some quality time with my family.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Regarding the NCHD Strike - October 8th...

Dear Friends,
As most of you know the NCHD doctors in Ireland will be going on strike tomorrow. As my contract this year is through RCSI, I am not an employee of the HSE. As such, legally I cannot join the picket lines. As a clinical tutor, in solidarity with my colleagues, I will not be bringing any of the students into the clinical areas tomorrow. It is with a heavy heart that I admit the necessity of this industrial action. 24 hour shifts are in violation of the decade old EWTD law. Numerous times the HSE has been found at fault in various legal proceedings. It is not the 24 hour shift against which we strike; 24 hours is a compromise on our part. Instead, we strike against 30, 36, 48, 72 hour shifts. We strike against the exhaustion that threatens our health and the safety of the patients for whom we are responsible.

We are not looking for more money, as the HSE would like to the public to believe. In fact, we will make less money with less hours worked. In response to Minister Reilly who suggested we are causing pain to patients, I would like to address our fallen colleagues, those whom the system failed, those who are no longer with us, because dedication to patients cost them their lives. To our colleagues in foreign countries, who have left this system for greener pastures, seeking a place they can practice and thrive as humans. Not one of us has inflicted pain on patients. Their safety is central to this strike. Their continued well-being and our ability to care for them is why we ask for a limit to shifts at 24 hours. Airplane pilots are not allowed to fly a plane for 24 hours straight, truck drivers are not allowed to drive that long; these rules implemented for safety, yours and mine.

I cannot do these hours anymore. I have slaved through 36 hours straight. I have battled fatigue and my conscience in order to complete menial tasks. I have cried in fear for my patients and myself. I have worked above my pay-grade and out of my depth, because we are spread too thin on the front lines. I have borrowed money from a senior colleague to take a taxi home after 32 hours on my feet without sleep, without food, without a bathroom break. I have worked 80 hour weeks and come home to study for required exams in my "free time." I have collected my partner from work when he has been on his feet, scrubbed in theatre for nearly 40 hours in a row. I have watched my friends leave. I have been asked what I'm thinking remaining here. These hours are putting lives at risk; patients and doctors alike.

I ask you to consider this. Consider what happens at 3am when you are frightened, sick, in pain, and need a doctor... We care. We are there for you. We want to be better doctors for you. We want to sleep so we can make better, faster, smarter decisions for your care, for your parents, for your children. We ask for your support with the industrial action. It is not convenient. But after a decade of our work, our energy, our study, our skill, our compassion and our trust being squandered by the HSE, we can no long stand by, keep our heads down and plow ahead, ignore the imminent collapse of the over-stretched system and have "faith" that the HSE will fix it. We take this action with health, healing, and care in mind. Enough is Enough. You deserve better.

Monday, July 8, 2013

9 ways to piss off your paediatrician: A disgruntled A&E Manifesto

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Most people think that paediatricians are all fluffy bunnies and stickers. Well, we are… sort of… I find that as a group of doctors, we are generally nice. We tolerate a lot of things that the other subspecialties don’t see, at least, not en mass: Screaming patients, patients trying to kick us or bite us, patients vomiting on us, patients peeing on us, patients who stick things up their noses, patients that can’t/won’t talk to us, parents/families controlling the care (I know Psych and Med El know some of these feels). That being said, it is possible to upset your paediatrician. If that’s what you’re looking to do, look no further; I’ve compiled a list of ways to make your paediatrician cringe… Consider it something of a manifesto.

9 things that parents say in the ED that are likely to piss off the Paediatrician… (or at least, they really grind my gears) and the reasons why I stand my ground:

1.     I thought we were going to see a doctor.

Not to eschew gender stereotypes, but in spite of my size (yeah, I’m less than 5 and a half feet tall), and my gender (I am female), and my apparent age (I’m actually older than I look), I am, in fact, a doctor. I’m a paediatrician; I’m not going to pull out my diplomas to prove it. Let’s get past the fact that I’ve introduced myself as a doctor. I have worked my butt off to get to this point in my career.

I have, more than once, been asked if a patient could be seen by, “that nice male doctor.” Short answer: no. Long answer: more than likely, there is no male doctor working this fine day in the A&E. Furthermore, if you want to shop around for a doctor, go to your GP (or find some new GPs for every time your child gets the sniffles). An emergency department doesn’t work like that.

While this is one of the things that makes my blood boil, let me just say something small here. I have been a customer of many different A&Es (I was a bit injury prone). I’ve found a lovely group of doctors in each one. And to the kind, albeit nervous, ED doc that did my LP when I was SO sick, I feel your pain now. And you were fantastic.

2.     What do you think is wrong with him?

Now, I do understand this question. I actually don’t mind it (if you’re going to listen to what I say). But please don’t plop your kid down on the examining table and sweep your hand in a fed up gesture and demand an answer. I am not a psychic. I need to ask you some questions. I generally start off a history with, “What’s the story? What’s going on with ?” I don’t find it amusing or appropriate to respond with, “That.” Or, “See for yourself.”

Further, what I express as an answer to this question is my medical opinion. You can take it or leave it. But it is based upon my (or the other physician’s) clinical opinion as to how your child is medically managed. We studied hard and work harder (I’m not going to go into the hours and pay thing) to get to our place in this profession. We treat each patient individually. Yes, we occasionally make mistakes. But, not pulling rank here, we are the doctors. To the parents that respond with a roll of the eyes and, “That’s what my GP said too.” … I think there’s a special place in hell for you.

3.     I want my child scanned.

Generally, these are the first words out of the parent’s mouth. I find that they are often accompanied by a chronic (6 months or longer) complaint for which they are already seeing a general paediatrician. And frequently, it’s Saturday or Sunday at 8pm. Shockingly, most of the complaints are not ones that can or should be investigated by a scan.  Also, I don’t care if your GP suggested you come in to us for a scan [Dear GPs, don’t do that, cheers.].

CT scans carry a very high burden of radiation. This is why every child in the door isn’t passed through one on the way to triage. There is research that demonstrates lifelong increased cancer risk and mortality is linked to childhood CTs, and leukaemia and brain tumours are similarly linked (triple the risk!!!). Down the road, I may have to stand up in court and explain why I requested (nay required) a CT scan knowing this risk. Saying the parents bullied me into it won’t stand in court, nor would it stand in my conscience.

X-rays carry a small burden of radiation; that is why the nurses and techs that hold your child for an x-ray wear protective lead shields. I realize that it is a quick test, but it is not without risk. I don’t x-ray children without indication. And x-rays are crap for diagnosing bowel problems…

MRIs are really pretty. I love them. They’re great for certain soft tissue windows. They make nice brain pictures. They’re time consuming. Your child needs to sit, unmoving, in a loud banging tube for thirty minutes to an hour… So, at times (such as in the A&E) I find them a little unpractical.

4.     I need an antibiotic.

No, that’s not a typo. “I” need an antibiotic. My brain instantly responds with, well then why are you here, clearly you need an adult physician, you’re far too old to be treated by a paediatrician. And yes, I know what they mean… They mean that they think their child needs an antibiotic. These too are often the first words out of the parent’s mouth, prior to the history, prior to the exam, often accompanied by the phrase, “The D-doc said it was viral, but I know my child and they’ll only get better with an antibiotic.”

Small news flash: If your child has vomiting and/or diarrhea, there is an incredibly slim chance that an antibiotic is the right answer and an even slimmer chance that the antibiotic will do anything but make the vomiting and/or diarrhea worse.

We are no longer living in a time where it is acceptable to give an antibiotic without a source. If a child has a UTI, there needs to be a culture and sensitivities. If it’s a bacterial tonsillitis, a swab should be taken. If it’s OM… don’t get me started. People are all up in arms about super bugs and MRSA, yet won’t bat an eye to demand an unnecessary antibiotic from the GP or Paediatrician. Yes, my responsibility is to look out for children, so I’m doing my best not to breed super bugs. You tell me that every time your child gets a head cold, it becomes a bacterial pneumonia, fine. I’ll give you an antibiotic when there’s a pneumonia. It sounds harsh, but trust me, you’d rather the standard penicillin actually treat tonsillitis than just give your kid the trots.

That being said, I do, on occasion, prescribe antibiotics. Which brings us to the next point…

5.     My child won’t take that medicine.

I assume you mean that you’re not willing to make your child take that medicine? Let me be frank for a moment. You have brought your child to an emergency department. They have been diagnosed with something that requires medicine. Now you’re telling me that they will be dying of overwhelming sepsis, because you don’t know how to give them medicine?! Ok, that was a bit over the top. But think about it. What wouldn’t you do for your child? Apparently force them to take medicine…

I’m not trying to be glib. I know it isn’t easy to be a parent. I know it isn’t easy to do things that your child disagrees with. But you HAVE to do them every day. If it’s not medicine, it’s brushing their teeth, eating their vegetables, going to bed at night, NOT PLAYING IN TRAFFIC! As a parent, you are going to have to do things your child does not like. And no… I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to stab your child, break the skin and introduce a foreign body into their vascular system, and give them IV antibiotics so that you can be the good guy… That does not make you the good guy… Nor does that make you a parent. Stop trying to be their friend, be an adult.

On occasion, the objection to a medication is one of allergy… That I do understand. But just going back to my previous point, vomiting and/or diarrhea is not an allergy, that’s a normal side effect of antibiotics. Swelling up so you can’t breathe or breaking out in a rash and having your skin peel off… Now that’s an allergy.

6.     But… We’re going on holiday tomorrow…

Look, I know how much we treasure our holidays. I’m happy that you are one of the few families that can afford flights and sun based holidays. I know how expensive they are. Do you know how expensive life long impairment is? I’m sorry that you wanted to swim with the dolphins. But your child has a) a serious infection requiring hospitalization or b) broken their arm/leg/head and require treatment.

I am not unsympathetic to the need to change holiday plans. However, looking at me with puppy-dog eyes will not make this problem go away, nor will it change the way the system works. For example, we do not put full fiberglass casts on in the A&E, because there is a good chance that a fresh fracture will continue to swell. You end up with one of two outcomes; either the cast is too tight and it cuts off circulation to the extremity, or the swelling recedes and the cast is too loose and the fracture is not stabilized. There is a reason we do things this way.

More aggravating to me, is the idea that some amount of negotiating is going to make me laugh and say, “Just kidding, there’s nothing wrong. Your child was screaming for no reason and that massive deformity in their forearm is just a joke.”

7.     This wait is too long. I’m leaving.

Sometimes, there are no words. Sometimes, there is only an expression of exasperation. Let me be clear on this: the reason there is a wait time in the emergency department is because there are a lot of sick children; and if you’re waiting, it’s because the other children are sicker than yours. I don’t like the days when the wait times brush 4 hours. I think it’s terrible. But frankly, if your child is sick, and you’ve been concerned enough to come to the A&E, you should be concerned enough to wait. Leaving before being seen by a doctor is normally a sign that you didn’t need to be there in the first place.

One of the reasons the A&Es are overrun is that we don’t have the space, the equipment, the staffing numbers that are needed. Another reason is that people just don’t go to the GP… Most of the kids (and shamefully, I’m going to estimate about 50% of them) don’t need to be in the A&E… There is neither an accident nor an emergency in some of the attendances. And yes, it’s summer, kids are out doing silly things, there are a lot of injuries. This means that certain things get pushed back on the timeline. Wounds that need suturing in the ED, sometimes we have to leave them until we can sit down and give them the appropriate attention. This isn’t because we don’t care; this is because we have to work as efficiently and effectively as possible. And not all lacerations need sutures, and not all lacerations that need sutures need to be seen by a plastic surgeon.

8.     We have a safety net on the trampoline; it just wasn’t closed…

I file statements like this under the same category as, “My child doesn’t like wearing helmets,” “I always let them swim by themselves,” and “My child’s friends drink, but they don’t.” … And I know, there are some kids who can have that peer group that drinks when they themselves don’t partake (I was one of them). There are some things you cannot prevent. Kids will fall down (or off of things). Kids will push boundaries and challenge you. Kids will strive for independence. But there should be a safety net where possible. Don’t buy a safety device that you don’t plan to use. Don’t let your kids swim in a pool/ocean/river/pond without supervision. Don’t leave your kids to fend for themselves without preparing them for the pressures they will face.

Also, trampolines and bouncy castles should be banned… Or you should be required to sign a waiver before letting a kid on it, accepting all consequences, including broken bones.

9.     I don’t believe in vaccination.

To me, that’s like saying, “I don’t believe in gravity,” or “I don’t believe in the moon.” It not only makes you sound foolish, it makes you sound dangerous. I’ve talked to many parents that don’t wish to vaccinate their children. I’ve also listened to them plead for a solution when their child is ill with measles.

We see some pretty horrible things in paediatrics. One of the worst is something preventable. I don’t like watching children suffer. Measles is horrible. But worse than measles is slowly dying of encephalitis years later. I have, thankfully, only seen one such case. I’ve seen epiglottitis, where a child struggles to breathe as the airway swells. I’ve seen little babies cough so hard they cannot catch a breath due to pertussis. I’ve seen a child need multiple infusions to prevent infection following a dog bite. And that horrible discomfort you see with chickenpox… Yeah, that too is preventable (though not on the national immunization scheme). There was an 8 month measles outbreak in Wales that was just declared over which saw more than 1200 notifications, 88 hospitalizations, and one death (you can read more about it here).

My largest concern is that opting not to vaccinate your child puts other children (even the ones that are vaccinated) at risk. I’m going to be super controversial here and say that not vaccinating is like drunk driving: you put more than yourself at risk (single story here). There are buckets of research in favour of vaccination. There’s only anecdotal stories to the contrary. A couple in New Zealand went through a horrible experience as their son nearly died of tetanus; they’ve been telling their story (here) in hopes of keeping others from suffering the same. Maybe only 4 out of 5 dentists recommend a certain tooth paste, but 95% of paediatricians are all for vaccines (and of the remaining 5%, there are some objections to the schedule, not the vaccinations). In the US, paediatricians now have the right to “fire” patients whose parents are vaccine refusers. Still have doubts, this is one of best responses to arguments against vaccination I’ve read (here).