One fine day, I was at work, FDASL, and received a text from my daughter, let’s call her Brenda. She related that her second child had developed what looked like pink eye, to Brenda’s assessment. She (Brenda) had contacted whoever, and that medical soul had video chatted/e-visited/virtually visited/some other bullshit with my grand daughter, and had prescribed an ophthalmic antibiotic.
Brenda was not altogether certain that this assessment was spot on, and wanted her clinician dad’s take on things.
As you may have surmised, MY take on non patient contact, not in the same room “visits”, is not filled with much enthusiasm. There is something to the gestalt of being in the physical presence of somebody, that provides you with clues that are neither evident, nor are they provided across a video screen of any sort. (Ever smell the fruity breath of diabetic ketoacidosis? Ever smell it over a phone?)
Placing that aside for a moment, I asked for some pix. (I am aware that this amounted to the very same thing I had just, 11 words ago, railed against. Wait for it.) My grandchild’s eye appeared red, and (uncommonly in pink eye), so did the tissue surrounding her eye.
I asked if this grandchild could move her gaze left and right, upwards and downwards, painlessly. Was there any change in her vision?
The response I received was that the vision in her affected eye was “blurry”, as well as “it hurts when she looks up”.
My response text, verbatim, was, “Who is going to see her in person, in the next half hour?”
Brenda took her child to our local urgent care, which clinician, to THIS clinician’s credit, is reported to have entered the room, taken one look at my grand daughter, and turned to her mother, and said “So, I’m not going to charge you for this visit. Do you know the way to Big City Referral Hospital? Good. Do not dawdle. Go directly there, now. Yes, I mean the emergency department. Thank you. Drive safely.”
THOSE folks examined her, CT’d her, and started an IV (a process that Grand Daughter did NOT approve of!), and IV antibiotics, and admitted her for several days. The CT had revealed a peri orbital cellulitis (mild, but, nonetheless…), which responded to the medication.
She is now home, sassy, and none the worse for the experience. Take home points: Brenda demonstrates many, many of the affirmative attributes of The Plaintiff: she is smart, decisive, has a finely calibrated and high functioning “shit don’t sound right” detector, and is a bulldog advocate for her children.
I loathe “telemedicine”.
Sometimes I am both blessed and lucky. This time, to the benefit of my grandchild.
4 thoughts on “Telemedicine: Threat, or Menace?”
My two most-recent annual physicals were done over the phone- no video. I found the experience to be easy, brief, convenient, and entirely not-reassuring. Sigh. How is the doc ‘sposed to poke that sore spot to elicit the diagnostic response of “Ow. Yeah, there. Ow, stop that!”?
On the other hand, Dr Feelgood can’t do the palpitation of the prostate trick (which I’ve heard is old hat anyway, there’s a more reliable and less intrusive blood test, or have I stepped in a puddle of internet again?). And certain individuals out there cannot be trusted with Zoom calls…
Dr Anamnesius (scribbling paperwork): Are you masturbating, Mr P?
Mr Patient (blushing and furtive): Yeeees….
Dr A: Well, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to examine you now…
Isn’t the process of pleasuring oneself, while on a zoom call, called “Toobin”, nowadays?