So, the other night, I’m listening to The archive of Dr A’s radio interview with Paul Levy, the CEO of Beth Israel Deaconess Hospital in Boston and author of the Blog “Running a Hospital“. And I’m really enjoying it.
“This guy’s great!” I yell to Mr TBTAM, who is reading in the living room. “Did you know he used to run Boston’s sewer system before he took over Harvard?”
Levy talked about how he had brought a new transparency to the Boston health care marketplace when he began to post Deaconess’s outcomes on his blog. I liked that. A lot.
Then he took on the technology must-haves, asking what data existed that robotic prostatectomies were better than good old fashioned procedures.
“Those machines cost a million two or a million five..When you consider that the margin on a prostastectomy… is $10,000 how long does it take to get a million and a half back?…Well, you never get it back… Those hospitals that have bought them have picked up market share from other hospitals in the field, and there’s just no clinical reason for this.”
And I’m thinking – this guy reminds me of Dr Wes. Looking for the evidence before jumping on the bandwagon and spending our healthcare dollars just to get market share. Great!
When Levy started to get on Dr A and his colleagues for not washing their hands, I was right there with him. After all, I’m an obsessive hand washer – always have been. I even began washing my hands in front of the patient years ago when a colleague of mine did a survey of adolescents, and discovered that the most important factor in their choice of doctor was whether or not she washed her hands before examining them.
So Levy and I, we’re simpatico, right? And I’m thinking – I’d like to work with this guy. Wouldn’t you, if you heard him say this?
“I never pretend to to practice medicine. They tell me what they need done in order to do their job and we do out best on the administrative side to get it done.”
Yes! Paul Levy! You are THE MAN! I begin imagining what it would be like to live in Boston…
And then he says it.
What He Said
It was a discussion he and Dr A were having about negotiation. About how docs don’t know how to do it very well, because it’s not a skill that mixes well with the quickfire decisions needed in the OR and in emergencies. I’m thinking “He really gets us…”
Dr A, who’s got an administrative position himself, joins in about how hard it can be to get consensus and change old ways. He asks Levy for his advice on what to do when a physician says “Do it this way or I’m leaving your staff and going to the competition.”
And Levy says this –
“My usual response to that is “Great. We need the office space anyway. And when will you be leaving?”
You could almost feel Dr A pull back from the mike. In fact, there was a massive shift in the universe as every one if us docs listening to the interview pulled back from our computers and began readjusting our position on Levy. (Okay, I’m willing to admit maybe this was just my own reaction.)
And I knew it, right then and there. He was not one of us. He was one of them. An administrator, not a doctor. Not getting that if a doc is threatening to leave, then maybe what you want him/her to do might be just a tad unreasonable. Maybe that EMR you are insisting he use isn’t quite ready for prime time. Maybe one can’t see a patient every 15 minutes without extra support staff that could have been paid for with just a minuscule portion of the ad budget. Maybe you’re not giving him the support he needs to make the change you want him to make. A change that may be good for the administration, but bad for the doc.
Easier and cheaper to let that guy go, rather than take the time to figure out just why he is so upset. Replace him with someone who is willing to play along without a fuss.
And it hits me. Again. The way its been hitting me for the past 20 years since I left residency.
We docs are really not in charge. The administrators are. Administrators who have never practiced medicine.
Why this is so hard for me
I have a confession to make. I became a doctor because I wanted to be in charge.
It was the summer of my junior year in college, and I was working full time in a nursing home, trying to find out a bit about this field of medicine that I was considering as a career. Trying to decide if I should become a nurse or a doctor.
I was doing private duty for a little old lady who had just moved into the home, spending the majority of her waking hours with her on the day shift.
She had Alzheimer’s disease. She figured that I was granddaughter, and that we were in a hotel. But she remembered that her son lived down the road (he did), and saw no reason why she shouldn’t be walking there whenever she wanted. And she couldn’t understand why, if I had a car, she and I couldn’t head over to the mall for some shopping. This made her mad.
As the days progressed, this little old lady got madder and madder, and it was becoming harder and harder to rein her in when she started to walk off down the driveway.
So they called in a shrink. A doc who she had never met. He came into her room and spoke with her for, maybe, 15 minutes. Never asked me a single question about her. Wrote a prescription for Haldol (an anti-psychotic) and walked out.
That Haldol dose was too much for her. She became lethargic, somnolent. Wouldn’t get out of bed. Began soiling herself. Lost all touch with reality. After a week, her brother, a retired doc, came to visit, assessed the situation and went ballistic. The Haldol was stopped. But she was never the same.
And I think – Wow. A doctor can come in, change a woman’s life in a really bad way. Another doc can come in and save it. And no one stops to ask me, the nurse who has been with her more than any of them, who knows her now better than anyone, what I think.
I want to be the doctor. I want to be the one in charge. No one is going to be the boss of me.
But I am not the boss of me
I know, I should just quit academic medicine and head out into private practice, where at least I will have some semblance of control.
But not really.
Because somewhere between the administrators, Big Pharma and the insurers, we gave away medicine. Gave it away because we were too busy taking care of patients to step up and fight. Gave it away because the battles were fought on such a large scale, and we were a bunch of unorganized small shops.
Some docs got smart and went back for their MBAs so they could talk the language and play the game with the suits. Some just became the suits.
But most of us didn’t go into medicine as a business. So as we were taking care of patients, those around us built up this huge business of health care around us. A business that is now turning non-profit medical centers into profit making enterprises. A business that is making insurance company CEO’s some of the highest paid CEO’s in America.
A business where the doctor, the one who is actually responsible for the patient, the guy who gets sued if anything goes wrong, the guy who that patient is coming to see in the first place, the guy who may not have taken Paul Levy’s negotiating class because he was too busy taking care of patients, that guy…that guy is as replaceable as a worker on an assembly line.
I get it.
I really do. I’ve been living it for 20 years, and I accept it. I know the rules and my place in the game, and I think I play it fairly well.
As for Paul Levy, CEO, well, you don’t just play the game fairly well. You play it really well. You’ve turned around a major medical center, which is no small feat. You know that. I know that. As good a doctor as I think I am, I could never accomplish something like that. I don’t have the skills you’ve got in this arena. Probably never will. And the truth is, I greatly admire you and what you have done. Heck, I even love your blog.
But I will ask you this.
The next time a doc threatens to leave, don’t be so quick to show him the door.
Stop and consider who he is and how he got to be in a place where he is willing to leave over whatever the issue is you are arguing about. Grant him the respect for what he does all day (and night). Remember what you said up there about never pretending to practice medicine, and how negotiating skills are not something we docs inherently have. Put yourself in his shoes. Go the extra yard to figure out why he’s so upset. Odds are, it’s because it’s going to effect how he practices medicine.
In the end, that’s really what this business is all about, right? Medicine.
And he is still, after all, the doctor.
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Levy responds in the comments below.