Veterans health care: Question authority!

Look online at various Department of Veterans Affairs patient initiatives and prepare to be dazzled.

Recent years have seen the VA expand its footprint over community after community with programs festooned with the typical government alphabet soup such as PCMH and PACT. These stand for “patient-centered medical home” and “patient aligned care teams.” While these collaborations appear to border on something a 21st century Marcus Welby M.D. might tout the programs also face the immediate danger of being quarantined to the bureaucracy ward.

Like most VA programs these initiatives are well-intentioned but also destined to constant undermining by forces beyond control of hands-on patient caregivers.

The PACTs seem to be working well at the Beaumont (Texas) VA Outpatient Center where I see my primary care team, or “Teamlet” in PACT jargonese. I now can send my blood glucose readings by secure e-mail each week to my nurse who, in turn,  enters them in her computer where she can keep a close watch on my Type 2 diabetes. This monitoring along with my medication and diet has brought my A1C reading, which measures your average blood glucose control for the past 2 to 3 months, from the verge of my requiring insulin shots to something much more manageable. Still, diabetes control requires more than simply eating right and taking your metformin.

Foot care is also another component of diabetic care especially if the patient has foot infections or abnormalities. Mine has had both including a wound that hasn’t fully healed in several months. My large toenails also require a special trimming that is beyond my ability. I have asked my primary care folks for a couple of years now if I could get a referral to a podiatrist. I was once told by a doctor that a patient had to have an infection before a consult could be given. I later found that out to be false. When I finally had an infected toe, I asked my primary caregiver to get me a podiatrist referral. She said that she would do that. I eventually forgot about that and finally asked my nurse if a consult had been ordered. She looked on her computer and apparently found a note indicating consults to podiatrist care in Houston could only be given to those with foot emergencies. Since I had previously found erroneous information on that subject, I decided to “question authority.”

Since I am a free-lance journalist and blogger, sometimes even a serious one such as now, I sometimes contact Bobbi Gruner, the VA spokesperson for the Houston VA, with questions. Ms. Gruner replied that she did not believe the podiatry policy I was quoted to be correct. She referred me to someone whose department is over that podiatry branch.

The answer I was given was that ” … there is no policy we are aware of that states the podiatrists now only see emergency patients.” This was according to Sangita Shah, who is the administrative officer of the Houston VAMC surgery department. Ms. Shah also asked for the “last four” numbers of my Social Security Number, which hopefully means she will look into my case.

I have no answer why I have twice received incorrect policies or policy interpretations in response to my request to see a foot doctor. I have my suspicions, but do not know for sure. What such problems show is how far the VA strays from their own goals of consistency. The Veterans Health Care Administration, VHA, is one of three administrations within the VA. It covers health while the remaining two administers benefits and cemeteries. They got you coming and going might be a good motto. But the VHA acknowledges collaboration and integration within the preamble to its vision statement:

 “This care will be delivered by engaged, collaborative teams in an integrated environment that supports learning, discovery and continuous improvement.”

Integration is a key word to examine. In the manner it is used in the vision statement the word “integration” implies cooperation, harmony and an interrelatedness.  It isn’t just the so-called “home-centered” care that the VA exclaims will move boldy forth. I came across a temporary worker program for medical professionals in the VA. It has joined the private medical world in developing a “Locum Tenens” program. The Latin phrase loosely means to “hold a place.”  The VA describes a locum tenens physician as one who temporarily fills in for another while they are out on vacation, maternity leave, professional development or so forth, A flyer for the program touts: “A Consistent Practice: Coast-to-Coast.

 “Here, you’ll find consistent patient care delivery methods and a single Computerized Patient Record System that’s networked nationwide. Learn it once, and it’s smooth sailing after that.”

 Such a promise is, well, not exactly accurate at least from this patient’s point of view. But if it is inconsistencies you are looking for one can certainly find a home in the VA health care system. Travel from one hospital to the other and don’t expect to find the same medicine you have been taking. If you are looking for a new drug and especially one that is expensive, you will not likely get it from VA pharmacies. As I have also found recently don’t expect hospitals and outpatient clinics to be on the same page when it comes to billing. Don’t even the expect the toll-free call center one phones to ask billing questions to be on the same page with the hospitals. Inconsistencies found such as this one regarding PTSD care for recent war veterans have begun to attract public and congressional attention. But many other dissimilarities remain.

VA health care can be among the best to be found in the country. That has not always been the case. That isn’t always the case now. That isn’t for the vast majority of its employees’ lack of trying. The best way to ensure that one receives the care they deserve is to stay attuned to their treatment, ask questions, and when something does not seem fair or right, it just might not be.

It may go against the grain of those who spent many years of their lives taking orders, especially the older veterans, to ask probing questions of your medical providers. But it is your life we are talking about here. If some VA medical policy seems inconsistent or unjust it might be time to do, as old Ben Franklin supposedly admonished was a citizen’s responsibility: question authority.

Ill but probably not sick with West Nile

What a vacation week this has been. Two fun-filled days with appointments at my local VA clinic and the Michael E. DeBakey VAMC in Houston. To top it all off, to paraphrase my Daddy, I feel like I been dragged through Hell hanging on a sack of crap and the sack busted.

What’s wrong with me? Ask 10 doctors and I bet you would get 10 different diagnoses. I’ve had slight fever, on and off, chills, various lower GI complaints, and just a general malaise. And no General Malaise wasn’t an infantry commander for the Confederacy. Malaise also isn’t the South Pacific nation with its capital in Kuala Lumpur.

I fear my problem is West Nile Virus. That is because I was swarmed a week or so ago by mosquitoes over in Orange County, Texas, near the border with Louisiana. I was in a lady’s yard on business. She invited me to sit down outside her mobile home and we commenced to be pounced upon by mosquitoes like a duck on a June bug. Oooh. That hurts me just thinking about it. Crunch!

Since then I began carrying  a can of Off in my business car but have yet to need it. But it has been quite some time since I was eaten alive by those contrary little bastards as I was that day. I am paranoid about West Nile because it can be quite uncomfortable and make one pretty sick. It can even kill you. The latter is enough to make you want to have a can of DEET spray in a holster on a Sam Browne belt. “Excuse me, ma’am, Mosquito Police.” In this area of Texas we have “mosquito districts” that are part of the county government. They are not as the word, literally applied would indicate, districts that are explicitly set aside for mosquitoes. I wish such districts existed as I would be certain not to visit. Actually, they are called “mosquito control districts.”

As I have mention a number of times before on this page the district in my county flies over in a couple of planes, usually it a Beechcraft King Air — if I am not mistaken. It is a twin-engine turboprop plane used as a “cropless duster”  that could probably blow the skivvies off a skinny gal 100 feet or so below on terra firma. The district also uses trucks that spray. The aforementioned Orange County also has spray planes and trucks. These brave pilots and ground sprayers, as well as those who test areas for mosquitoes, do as much as they can to get rid of these disease-carrying menaces. This area of the Gulf Coast has seen all types of mosquito-borne illnesses over time ranging from malaria and full-blown yellow fever. The latter reportedly killed about 100 people in the Jefferson County during an 1862 epidemic. West Nile has showed up here as well including some cases this year. No deaths have been reported so far but WNV has killed here before.

I probably don’t have West Nile. It’s probably no more than some kind of stomach disruption or IBS (I Bite Sheep). I don’t know. I do know to be vigilant and pretty much slather oneself with mosquito repellent, at least here where I live. Mosquito spray doesn’t always smell all that hot, but usually it’s at least better than Brut and most times will keep the skeeters at bay.

It’s been raining a bit

No cats or dogs have been seen falling today during all the rain that has dumped here in Southeast Texas. Funny though, I did wake up to rain falling this morning after dreaming about a cat playing with a mouse. It was not playing, as in, playing before the cat snuffs the life out of the little mouse. They were playing. La la. And no it wasn’t Tom and Jerry. After that, I dreamed of a rushing river from which a deranged man ran from its edge shouting: “It’s a river of blood!” Now, mind you, after I woke up I wasn’t disposed to having those thoughts in my mind so I kept singing Fats Domino’s “Valley of Tears” within my head. The song finally went away. But my head exploded.

No tears here. It has been raining almost like it is supposed to around these parts. We only had about 33 inches of rain in all of last year, which was about half of our yearly rainfall average. We were around that amount prior to this rainy spell. I would like to see the yearly average return, at the end of year but not at the end of July! Hurricane season isn’t even broken in for the year yet. I don’t have to farm or work construction or fight fires, the latter as I once did, in the rain. I do have to get in and out of my car at work frequently and this can literally be a pain, even without the rain due to spinal craziness in my lower back, but with the rain it is as well a figurative pain.

Right now things are pretty dry, or at least there is no rain. But the weather service and even the never-wrong TV meteorologists say more rain and T-storms can return after midnight. As J.J. Cale wrote, and sang, as well as Eric Clapton recorded: “After midnight, we’re going to shake your tambourine.” Whatever.

The Cajun TV Explosion: Hey, don’t forget the Texas Cajuns

Ga lee ! Dey be Cajun everywhere you see. Sho nuff!

Yes, it seems like cable TV found Cajun Man and Cajun Woman and Cajun Alligator and Cajun Cop and the whole shebang. It is astonishing the number of shows on TV now with “Cajun” in its name or is featuring those who live down in the bayou country.

You can find the Landrys clan, including Troy be say “Choot ’em.” He be talkin’ ’bout de alligator no? These are among the folks –including the Gator Queen Liz Cavalier — who work all day in the swamps chasing those alligator. Sometimes the plural get lost in the bayou, he. Dang, just found that pronoun we lost down in Bayou Loco. The “Swamp People” of which I speak can be found on the History Channel. What the show has to do with history, I haven’t a clue. If it was supposed to have a tie with history they could at least talk about the “stars’ ” ancestors and how they come to be where they are. It would probably be more interesting than chootin’ gator.

Also, the History Channel has “Cajun Pawn Stars.” I can see in some loose thread how this has something to do with history because some things pawned might or might not have a link to the past. Says the channel:

  “In Cajun Pawn Stars, which puts a southern spin on History’s hit series Pawn Stars, a cast of quirky characters continues this age-old tradition. At the famed Silver Dollar Pawn & Jewelry Center in Alexandria, Louisiana, an eclectic array of historical merchandise is on display, with items ranging from vintage cars to firearms to livestock.”

Scenes of Beaumont, in Cajun Texas, are shown in Jennifer Love Hewitt’s Lifetime series “The Client List.” Jennifer might not be Cajun but with that rapidly vanishing cleavage, she can be Ukrainian if she wants.

While there may be more Cajun madness, don’t you know you have to include a cop show. Yes, “Cajun Justice.” This is on A & E and features the good folks of the Terrebone Parish Sheirff’s Department. The parish is located southwest of New Orleans and borders the Gulf of Mexico. Now this is Cajun Country. So far, the deputies have caught camp house burglars, a couple of guys drinking beer and releasing flares, and broke up a fight between shrimpers.

After BP flooded their land with oil, I am glad to see the Cajuns getting some recognition. But man, what about the rest of the Cajuns? I speak of those who reside in Cajun Texas, also known as Southeast Texas.

“Texas Almanac,” the Bible of all things Texas estimates that almost 375,000 Cajuns live in Texas. Census figures show that Houston has more Cajuns than New Orleans. That isn’t such an earth-shattering fact if you know a little about New Orleans. It is more a French Creole town than a Cajun one. With its melting pot including Italian, the city’s language seems more something coming from Brooklyn. Between 20-to-30 percent of Jefferson County, where I live, consists of Cajun residents. Being so close to Louisiana it is not too surprising Jefferson County has the second largest Cajun population in the state behind Houston’s Harris County.

One cable show, CMT’s Gator 911, is based here in Beaumont. The show — with new episodes airing beginning July 14 — follows the exploits of folks from the Gator Country adventure park who rescue gators that show up in local folks’ swimming pools or in the back of their pickup trucks. Don’t have a gator in the back of your pickup truck? Get one! I don’t know if the show’s principal, Gary Saurage, is a Cajun but if he isn’t he should be made an honorary one.

Scenes from the sexy Lifetime night soap “The Client List” are filmed here in Beaumont, but mostly fleeting glances. The show’s main character, played by buxom Jennifer Love Hewitt, supposedly lives in Beaumont and commutes to her job in Sugar Land. I don’t think the actress, who grew up in the Waco-Temple area, is Cajun but I bet she could play a good one. With the expanding cleavage Jennifer Love Hewitt so often reveals on her show, who will notice what she says anyway?

Who knows what’s next if the cable executives mine the Cajun connection here in Southeast Texas, maybe Cajun Refinery Worker, or Cajun TV Weatherman or Cajun Texan Bait Shop Owner?

*Learn more about Cajun Texas from this bilingual academic paper

 

The slow-moving summer storm. Get ya one!

Houston Channel 13’s new Super Duper Mega Doppler radar shows a thunderstorm about 3 miles away from my present location. I can hear the thunder and see the lightning. Does that not mean I see the thunderstorm or that we are experiencing a thunderstorm?

I think about things such as that. The one thing I wanted to be when I grew up that I didn’t reach was being a TV weatherman. My Dad even helped me make a map inside a clear plastic sleeve so I could write temps down upon it using a grease pencil. Man, if I had all the stuff out there today on the Internet I probably would be retiring as a weatherman right about now. Heck, I’d have to retire because you can’t have a fat, bald weatherman.

Actually, I am just as content to sit and watch the weather. My ideal place to live must have a perfect perch to watch storms. Down here in the humid-itity subtropical world you watch the storm blow in, the trees swaying like a Hula dancer and the lightning lighting up like an extraterrestial blood vein. Then comes the rain. You watch it puddle and drip ’till it drips no more.

Then you head inside the house for the A/C because the sun will come out and you will live in Sauna Land.

Since I have been sitting here, writing, the storm hasn’t seemed to move. It is “training” as the weather geeks say. Here is what the National Weather Service in Lake Charles says:

SIGNIFICANT WEATHER ADVISORY FOR HARDIN…JASPER…NEWTON… TYLER…JEFFERSON AND ORANGE COUNTIES…SIGNIFICANT WEATHER ADVISORY FOR BEAUREGARD…ALLEN…ACADIA…CALCASIEU…JEFFERSON DAVIS… VERMILION AND CAMERON PARISHES UNTIL 515 PM CDT… AT 415 PM CDT…NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE METEOROLOGISTS DETECTED A LINE OF STRONG THUNDERSTORMS FROM NEAR LAKE ARTHUR THROUGH LAKE CHARLES AND ORANGE TO NEAR JASPER. THE LINE WAS NEARLY STATIONARY. THE PRIMARY THREATS FROM THESE STORMS ARE CONTINUOUS LIGHTNING AND PEA TO NICKEL SIZE HAIL. SEEK SHELTER IN A SAFE HOME OR BUILDING UNTIL THESE STORMS HAVE PASSED. THESE STORMS COULD PRODUCE RAINFALL AMOUNTS OF ONE TO TWO INCHES IN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME…RESULTING IN PONDING OF WATER AROUND LOW LYING ROADWAYS.

Enjoy the storm if you’ve got one and even if you don’t, be careful out there.