September 6, 2014
Writing used to come so naturally. I would sit down at my computer and the message would simply pour out onto the page. Lately, the words have refused to come pouring out. I guess it’s called a writer’s block for a reason.
Many of you have noted how stiff my body is. Age, arthritis and the mistakes of adolescence have caught up with me. It’s a literal “pain in the neck!” Funny how chronic neck pain can make a 12 hour shift feel like an eternity. By the time I get home at the end of the day, writing is out of the question.
I know, at 63 years old, I probably shouldn’t be working a 12 hour shift. But with insurance companies and Medicare’s lust for computer data, quality measures and paperwork and their miserly reimbursements, 12 hour days are needed to keep the office open.
Did I mention my neck pain? The amount of data I have to input at each and every visit means long hours hunched in front of a computer monitor and keyboard which causes my upper back to scream at me. I never thought being a doc would mean spending as much time generating data points and paper as time spent treating my patients.
Maybe my writer’s block is my subconscious protesting authoring any more articles about the devastation my profession has suffered by letting a third party come between docs and their patients. Maybe I’m just plain tired. Regardless, Mr. Wonderful was in to see me the other day and reminded me how important it was to get back to educating my patients and how many people missed hearing from me.
Mr. Wonderful’s father liked to say, “If you fall down six times, get up seven.” It’s time for me to get up, dust myself and my blog off and resume educating those who find my writing enlightening.