I’m a fan of foreign films, but since I don’t speak the language for me to really enjoy the movie, the visual story must be really compelling. I also love to cook, not from recipes, but creatively, making it up as I go along. Fortunately for purposes of this blog, there is a film which does both—Babette’s Feast.
The Danish film is set in France in the early eighteen hundreds. The story centers around a group of pious sisters who receive a visitor who offers to spend her lottery winnings by preparing a feast for them. The visitor, Babette, happens to be a very skilled chef. There are those who may think the movie’s plot has more to do with the interplay among the participants. However, as I am not a professional movie critic, we can skip the interplay and fast forward to the parts I find most relevant, the feast.
(This paragraph comes from Wikipedia.) The sisters agree to accept Babette’s meal, and her offer to pay for the creation of a “real French dinner”. She leaves the island for a few days in order to return to Paris, as she must personally arrange for supplies to be sent to Jutland. The ingredients are plentiful, sumptuous and exotic, and their arrival causes much discussion amongst the clan. As the various never-before-seen ingredients arrive, and preparations commence, the sisters begin to worry that the meal will be, at best, a great sin of sensual luxury, and at worst some form of devilry or witchcraft. In a hasty conference, the sisters and the congregation agree to eat the meal, but to forego any pleasure in it, and to make no mention of the food during the entire dinner. The last and most relevant part of the film is the preparation and the serving of an extraordinary banquet of royal dimensions, lavishly deployed in the unpainted austerity of the sisters’ rustic home.
The denouement—I thought it appropriate to use a French word—is whether or not the piety of the guests will prevent them from participating in the feast. It wouldn’t have made for much of a movie if the guests never came and the food sat there getting cold, but what if? What if there was all of this preparation and no guests? What if she prepared the feast, and in her haste forgot all about the guests? Indeed.
Has anyone felt that something is missing in the discussion on EHR? There’s plenty of talk of Washington and payors. ARRA and money. Stimulus and penalties. Where are the guests? Are we all responsible for not inviting the EHR dialog to include the patients? I know it’s there, tucked away somewhere.
We’ve discussed on several occasions the notion that EHR should not be about the EHR. It should be about the users and the patients. Nevertheless, how is it being viewed by those groups? Is it seen as a success?
Let’s make it a little more personal—my recent trip to my cardiologist at a superb teaching hospital in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I usually get about an hour with the doctor—face time—clinical, examination. Important time to a heart patient, eye contact that communicates you are doing all the right things, your test scores are all off the charts in the right direction, and you are healthier today than most people twenty years younger than you who haven’t had a heart attack.
That’s the real reason I go for the annual checkup, not to find out what I should be doing—I know I’m doing those things, not to find out if I am sick because I know I’m not. I am there to reap the comfort that comes from having this specific person tell me things that help me believe that if I continue to play an active part in my recovery I will be there to raise my children.
During my last visit, we had about ten to fifteen minutes of eye contact, and the rest of the hour was spent with me watching him enter data into the EHR system. It wouldn’t have been his choice, and it wasn’t mine. Other than the first ten minutes, my entire checkup could have been done on WebEx.
I wonder if they offer an EHR?