Day: November 2, 2009

Some EHRs are better than others

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The health club offers a boot camp course—see how this ties into healthcare?  I used to make fun of it until I decided to try it.  The spandex factor is about 9.8 on the spandex/Richter scale.  Thirty-something women whose color coordinated apparel makes it worth the sweat.  (Permit me a brief segue.  Some fashionista recently discovered that it was possible to convince women that instead of wearing one shirt, that it would be more fashionable to wear multiple shirts with coordinated colors.  So, the women in the boot camp course wear an array of clothes such that their headbands match their fingernail polish.)

On most days I am the lone male in the class.  I’ve summited 50 (years, for those wondering the use of the word).  Most of the women in the class are unable to have an intelligent conversation over a latte about Viet Nam.  Trying to be gentle, I attribute that to their age rather than the fact that they were waitlisted on the most recent Mensa membership drive.  Despite their inability to go mano y mano with the former secretary of defense, Robert McNamara, they look darn good in spandex.

I try not to look like I covet their fawning, but as a seven year survivor of the White Male RCA Stent Award, I accept it with a degree of grace.  (For the male readers who wish to make light of Boot Camp, try it before you tease.)

So, there I am, I am there.  It’s my Green Eggs and Ham moment.  Prior to the class I’d run five miles, and completed 33 pull-ups without stopping.  Did I mention I like being the lone male in the class?   There’s a certain adulation that goes with the title.  Some would covet the position, but as an adult, I take it in stride.

However…today another male comes to the class.  I do not mind having another male.  I do however look unfavorably having another male in the class who looks like he trains navy SEALS in his spare time.  The class had the usual amount of male gawking, albeit at the wrong person.

What does this have to do with healthcare information technology?  Not much other than it goes to show you that there are those whose efforts may have superseded your own.  It doesn’t mean much when the item in question is pushups, it means a lot more when you’re trying to determine who did the best job spending one hundred million dollars on an electronic records system.

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EHR: shift happens

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After several years of therapy, I’d begun to accept that I might not be the “Voice of Reason” for all things, maybe just for the important things.  Laugh all you want—most of you have been here, you just don’t blog about it.  To fully grasp the import of what I’m about to write, for the newbies, there’s benefit in reading https://healthcareitstrategy.com/2009/09/19/ehr-how-to-recover-from-poor-planning/.  If there was ever déjà-vu all over again, this is it.  It takes an idiot to be this stupid once.  I’ve managed to refine the process.

At some point, there may be benefit to society as whole for someone to do the math and holler above the fray, “he doesn’t get it and he never will.”  This is not a discussion about what is PC, it’s about my ineptitude.  I have become my own euthanasia moment.

The chicken breasts are moved from the freezer to the sink to be thawed by water because the energy used to heat water is cheaper than energy used to run the microwave.  Forgive me for tearing.  (I am at an impasse between tear and tear.)

This is twice in fewer months than it takes not to approve healthcare reform.

I am watching, “Trauma in the ER”.  It’s part of my MD correspondence course.  I’d just about learned to insert a chest tube when something reminded me of running water.  I ran to the kitchen.  The water is running. The chicken breasts are floating. Hawaiians are surfing the curl in my kitchen.  We have so been there done, that.  I am stupefied.  The last time I did this, I was able to hide it from my wife.  The oak floor boards are now warped to the point where they now look more like bread bowls from the Plymouth colonies than boards.

I wish I spent my days inventing this material.  It’s difficult to understand, but in spite of my ineptitude, I am allowed to vote to determine who will be the next president.  I have become a Mensa wanna-be gone amuck.

Where does this leave us?  There are no second chances with healthcare reform, EHR, or HIT.  We are talking about gazillions of dollars and people whose lives depend on the outcome.  This is an economy shifting moment.  This is our paradigm shift.  ess it up and we will all be saying, “shift happens”

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The real role of the C-suite in selecting an EHR vendor

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Cool Hand Luke.  Great guy film, not on Oprah’s chick flick list.  “What we have here is a failure to communicate.” That’s the line spoken by the captain of the prison pronouncing his summary judgment of the problem between he and Luke—Paul Newman: the line refers to Luke failing to understand the one-way nature of the communication between the chain gang prison captain and Luke. The line is an opening for a second speech directed to the other prisoners who are watching the abuse. The captain goes on to say “Some men you just can’t reach.”

A failure to communicate. Indeed. It’s not always obvious where to place the blame. For example. I had pulled together a pile of my clothes to donate to Goodwill; suits, blazers, pants—the usual mélange. Next to them, several feet away, on top of the ironing board, were two of my new suits, a taupe, double-breasted Jones of New York, and an Ungaro Uomo Parisian pinstripe—they were destined for the cleaners. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Seeing the pile on the floor, my wife offered to drop my donated items at the Goodwill.

It wasn’t until later that same day that I thanked her for dropping my suits at the dry cleaner, at which point the quisling replied with a look that told me she did not know that of which I spoke. A failure to communicate. All of my suits, those destined for Goodwill, and the two destined for the drycleaner had done an Elvis and left the building.  Poof, nada, nothing.  Disappeared into the fashion catwalk abyss.  Never mind that I was planning to wear the pinstripe to a rather important meeting.  Wave goodbye to the suits.

Two intelligent people separated by a common language.  Dictionary dot calm defines that as marriage.  Mars and Venus.  In our case it was Goodwill versus Chin’s drycleaner—that’s not racist, just the name of the business.

Two intelligent people separated by a common language.  Like healthcare providers and vendors. Like the IT and the hospital’s C-suite. If A implies B, and B implies C, then maybe B is just intended to be a clever roadblock. Maybe the C-suite invented B so they didn’t have to deal with A—vendors. It sure seems like it sometimes. If the C-suite was really interested in selecting the best EHR, they should start by listening and learning to the clinicians and those in IT.

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