EHR

You’re no Aristotle

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Everything is written with the idea of persuading the reader; either explicitly—what is written is true, or implicitly—what is written is informative or funny, thereby persuading you that the author is informative or funny. Aristotle employed three forms of rhetorical persuasion; pathos, ethos, and logos. For those of you thinking, “Yeah, but you’re no Aristotle,” you’ll get no argument from me, but you have to admit, it’s a good likeness.

I basically write from whatever stream of clatter happens to be knocking about at the time. For me, writing is a little like speaking in parenthesis, only a little quieter and with more ambiguity. So, what is lurking up there at the moment? Sure you want to know?

I’m trying to convince my son the futility of not doing something correctly the first time he does it, arguing that it takes twice as long to do it wrong as it does to do it correctly. I call it the DIRT-FIT Principle—Do It Right the FIrst Time. For instance—loading the dishwasher. It takes a certain amount of time after clearing the counter to place the dishes, glasses, and utensils in the dishwasher pell-mell. It takes twice as long to redo it.  The same principle applies to making his bed, putting away his shoes, and brushing his teeth.

The same principle applies to implementing an EHR system. It costs twice as much to put it in twice as it does to implement it correctly the first time. I bet you know a hospital who is busily implementing EHR 2.0.  There is the difference between EHR implementations and sons. Implementations have the right not to do it correctly the first time—my son doesn’t.

Pass the salt

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Okay campers, we’re going to jump right in to this one. There was a point not too long ago when the US was involved in the SALT talks, the Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty. For those too young to remember, the US and the Soviets—that’s what we used to call the Russians. Actually, they were called Russians before they got married and changed their name to Soviets which is neither here nor there.

This came about because the two countries were MAD at each other. Not in the usual sense, but in the sense of mutually assured destruction—of the world—several times over. Anyway, it finally occurred to both sides that perhaps we only needed enough weapons to blow up the world a few times instead of hundreds of times. What was the result? We’re still here. We’re here because the people who built the weapons agreed to greatly reduce their number of weapons. They learned how to function differently. Instead of saying we can’t do that, they took the approach of saying, “If we wanted to do that, how would we do it?” Getting rid of nuclear weapons—no small feat.

Segue. I realize this is a bit of a stretch just to make a point, but since we’ve come this far we might as well make it. What would you do if you came to work one day and received an email which read that your organization had decided against ever implementing an EHR?

To me that is a perfectly reasonable idea. Of course, I’m someone who wonders how the color purple feels. But why not stop all of this foolishness around EHR?  Agree, or is killing EHR a foolish idea?

I think it’s much less foolish than implementing an EHR and having no reasonable expectation that it will work.  The odds are that your EHR has a better chance of failing than it has of succeeding.

I have no problem with EHR.  I do, however, have a problem with businesses constantly making the same mistakes, making EHR a multi-million dollar repository for their mistakes, and then complain about the fact that the EHR isn’t doing a good job.

What do you think?

EHR: Is your scope wrong? I bet it is.

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The hand-written note, scrawled in the best penmanship of my nine-year-old daughter, lay next to the plate of sugar cookies and the warm glass of milk.  It was eleven PM.  Three kids lay in their sleeping bags, asleep on the floor of the play room—cameras ready to capture images of the annual intruder.

Illuminated by the glimmering lights from the tree, I scanned her note.  Two pages.  Itemized.  Fifty-three lines, fifty-three items.  Requests.  The letter begins, “Dear Santa.  I wrote this list today.  I know you already got my letter.  These are other things you could give me.  Please leave them under the tree with the rest of my presents.”

There are a number of ways to view her letter.  It certainly is cute—it’s probably cuter if you’re not her parents.  You know what occurred to me at 11 PM as I stood there in my slippers eating the cookies and drinking the warm milk to reinforce the message to my children that Santa exists?  Two words.  Scope Change.  Plain and simple.

Weeks of thoughtful planning, buying, and wrapping possibly shattered by the scratchings of a number 2 pencil.

Make no mistake; this will happen to you on your EHR project.  Scope change.  Where will it come from?  Users, vendors, the CFO, reform.  Most projects fear change.  Change is feared because the project team never quite got their arms around the original scope.  Most change means more dollars and more time.

Scope change can be healthy.  Why?  I bet most EHR projects are under-scoped.  Did you read that correctly?  Yes.  I bet if an independent party assessed your scope document and work-plan you will find you are under scope in these three areas:

  • Change management
  • Work flow improvement
  • Training

If that’s the case, you will have spent tens of millions of dollars building something slightly more functional than a rather intricate Xerox machine.

Does ego get in the way of making change an imperative?

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My friends who have nicknamed me Dr. Knowledge or the Voice of Reason have seen me on those rare moments when the synapses were firing on all cylinders. There are others who have seen me in my less than knowledgeable moments.

For instance. There was the time I took my three young children to the movies. Upon returning home we heard the calming sound of water flowing; only it wasn’t calming since our home was not built with a stream running through it. After looking in the basement and seeing water streaming through the ceiling, I called our builder’s hot-line. I was furious at them and so told the handyman as he looked at the exposed rafters.

Undaunted, and convinced that the pipes were fine, he proceeded to the first floor to source the leak. I saw water coming through the wall and ceiling of the conservatory and gave him another piece of my mind—something my mother had always cautioned against so as to ensure I still had some left in case I needed it. We headed upstairs, through a bedroom, into my son’s bathroom. By this time we were wading. The sink faucet was in the on position, the drain was in the closed position, and I was in no position to blame the builder.

I learned that my son had been doing a ‘speriment with the soap. He told me it was my fault he didn’t turn off the faucet before we left because I told him, “come down stairs right now.” He no longer does ‘speriments in the sink and most of the waviness in the wallboard has subsided.

I hate being wrong, especially in front of an audience. Once I have an opinion about something, the planet has to shift on its axis before I’m likely to reconsider. I’ve found that to be true with building strategy to support a business that is undergoing radical change, especially when people are asked to consider not doing something, or are asked to consider doing something differently. There’s way too much, “That’s the way we’ve always done it,” and, “That’s the way corporate told us to do it.” What in your strategy would benefit if someone considered doing something differently?

EHR Thought Leadership Summit Slides

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This presentation was delivered 12.10.09 in NJ.

http://www.slideshare.net/paulroemer/em-rgemcy-medicine-event-121009-joint-ppt-final

The impact of Moses on EHR

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Does anyone remember how many of each type of animal God told Moses to put on the ark? Are you sure? For those who missed it, Noah built the Ark, Charlton Heston built the stone tablets.

One word can make the difference between right and wrong, especially if the question is big enough. Who is asking the questions that are shaping your firm’s EHR strategy? Do you know the name of the person? What question are they asking? Is it the right one?

Why additional money may not be needed to solve your EHR problems

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Have you ever done any sort of group problem solving exercise like Outward Bound to help you to think as a team? Suppose there was an exercise for healthcare and IT executives, whose goal was to get the executives to think about how to best deploy can EHR system. To do this they are given a problem and access to ‘technology.’

Here is the scenario and the rules as they are presented to the group. They are given ten dollars. The executives are presented with a bathtub filled with water, and told that the winning team will figure out the best use of money and time to empty the bathtub. Also available to them is a bucket which costs ten dollars and has a hole in it, a four-dollar cup, and a collection of wooden spoons which are free.

Any idea what the right combination is? Is there a best answer? Bucket? Cup and spoons? How would you solve the problem? Sometimes the best answer is so obvious it’s silly. Kind of like call centers? What’s the best use of the available tools? Faced with the option of buying more technology to solve the problem, when was the last time you saw someone refuse the funds?

Figured it out?

Pull the plug from the drain.

In many cases, we already have everything we need to solve the problem, we just need to know how to use it.

Just like Dorothy in the ‘Wizard of Oz.’  She had the ruby slippers the entire time, she just didn’t know how to use them. I think most EHR strategies can be improved without spending requiring millions more in technology.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Interoperability-this is the problem

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How does one depict the complexity of the mess being presented as the national roll out plan of electronic health records (EHR) via the national health information network (N-HIN) using Health Information Exchanges (HIEs) designed by Regional Health Information Organizations (RHIOs), with the help of regional extension centers (RECs) without Standards (Standards) and with N too many vendors?

Class?  Ideas?  Class?

If this looks dumb, undo-able, unimplementable, uninteroperable–it’s because it is.  your vision is fine.

Remember the idea behind all this is to get your health record from point A to point B, any point B.  It’s that little word ‘any’ that turns the problem into a bit of a bugger.

Find yourself in the picture below, pic a dot, any dot (Point A).  Now, find your doctor, any doctor (Point B).  Now figure out how to get from A to B–it’s okay to use a pen on your monitor the help plot your course.   That was difficult. Now do it for every patient and every doctor in the country.

Now, do you really think the DC RHIO-NHIN plan will work?  If EHR were a Disney park, who’s playing the Mouse?

Should you hire a swim coach?

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Swimming with guppies

Got the new bike, got the new bike shoes, got the uni (uniform-not unitard).  I’ve written about my desire to compete in a triathlon.  Actually, I miswrote.  My desire is not to compete, it’s more accurately a desire not to make a fool of myself during the swim, more specifically not to drown.

The swimming is one of those events where having the coolest outfit doesn’t help, as there are no coolest swimming outfits (men do not let men wear Speedos).  There aren’t enough North Face labels for me to wear to make me look like I know what I’m doing in a pool.

What to do?  Here’s my thinking.  I made a new friend, and as a bonus, she happens to be pretty sharp on the pharma side of healthcare.  She swims—fast.  She swims—a lot.  Did I mention she swims?  Longtime readers know I like to color outside the lines.  Maybe I could hire her to take my place during that part of the race.  Then we get back to the issue of the uni.  One way or another that becomes an issue for one of us.

She offered to teach me.  Lesson one was today.  Lesson two will begin right after the EMTs finish their CPR on me.  Rule one, no matter how cool you think you are, you can’t breathe under water.  That took a few laps to master.  More breathing, stroke, legs.  Lots to learn.

“Let’s get a pool boy to help you not drag your legs,” she suggested.

I have difficulty passing up the opportunity to comment.  She could see I had the broccoli in the headlights look in my eyes.  “You hold it between your legs and it helps you float.”

I scanned the pool.  There we the two of us…and the lifeguard.  “It looks like he’s busy,” I offered somewhat sheepishly.  “Besides, if that’s what it takes, I think we’re both better off if I drag my legs.” (A little un-PC pool humor, but why not, I was already wet and being out swum.

So, what does this have to do with why we’re here?  Here’s the take away.  Sometimes, no matter how smart, no matter how big your ego, you need help.  Sometimes it makes a huge difference to have someone on your side who’s been there, done that, got the T-shirt.

Not with me yet?  A guy (man or woman guy—send me an email and let me know when we can let go of this PC thing and just write) is walking down the road, not watching where he’s going, and he/we/she/it falls into a deep hole.

An engineer walks by.  “Help me,” shouts Hole Person.

The engineer thinks for a moment, writes some ideas on a piece of paper and tosses them into the hole.

Several hours later, a finance guy walks by.  “Help me out (literally)” yells Hole Person.  The CFO tosses down a cheque (I use the Canadian spelling to distinguish it from someone from the Eastern Bloc as it would make no sense to toss another person into the hole.)

Days later, Hole Boy (not the same as Pool Boy in case anyone is still reading) is at the end of his rope.  The work plan failed. The Check bounced.

A consultant passed, saw the man, and hopped into the hole.

“Why did you do that?  Now we’re both stuck.”

The consultant smiled in a Grinch-like fashion—please see prior blog for the segue.  “I’ve been down here before, and I know the way out.”

Kind’ a like a swim coach.

EHR projects have more zeros than you can count.  What if you could hire someone who knew the way out?

I may know someone who can help.

How the Grinch stole healthcare

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(n.b. Pelosi, Reid, and the term Payor may be changed to the names of your favorite vilans without materially altering the story.)

Every Congressman
Down in Congress-ville
Liked Health reform a lot…

But the Payors,
Who lived just North of Congress-ville,
Did NOT!

The Payors hated Health Reform! The Congressional reform season!
And as everyone’s heard there is more than one reason.
Was it the fear of losing their monopoly right.
Worried, perhaps, that Congress might indict.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that the uninsured took them all to the wall.

Staring down from their man-caves with indemnifier frowns
At the warm lighted windows below in the town.
For they knew every Congressman down in Congress-ville beneath,
Canted an ear to hear them gnashing their teeth.

“If this passes, they’ll kill our careers!”
“Healthcare reform! It’s practically here!”
Then they growled, the ideologues nervously drumming,
“We MUST find a way to keep Reform from coming!”
For, tomorrow, they knew…

…Stumbling home from the tavern at a quarter past two                                                                                                                 What each Congressman, intern, and page might just do

And then all the milieu. Oh the milieu, the milieu
The thing the Payor hated more than mom’s Mulligan stew.

Then all the Congressmen, the left and the right, would sit down and meet.
And they’d meet! And they’d meet!
And they’d MEET! MEET! MEET! MEET!
Implement full provision; cover pre-existing…how sweet
Which was something the Payors couldn’t stand in the least!

And THEN
They’d do something Payors liked least of all!
Every Congressman down in Congress-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, their Healthcare bells ringing.
With Blackberrys-in-hand, the Congress would start pinging!

They’d ping! And they’d ping!
AND they’d PING! PING! PING! PING!
And the more the Obligators thought of the Congressman-Health-Ping
The more they each thought, “I must stop reform-ing!
“Why for all of these years we’ve put up with it now!
We MUST stop health Reform from coming!
…But HOW?”

Then they got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE Indemnifiers
GOT A WONDERFULLY, AWFUL IDEA!

“I know what to do!” The CEO Payor laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Congressional hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Payor raucous!
“With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like Saint Bacchus!”

“All I need is a pass…”
The Payor looked around.
Since Congressional passes are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Payor…?
No! The Payor simply said,
“If I can’t find a pass, I’ll make one instead!”
So he called his aide Max. Then he took some red paper
And he dummied up the pass and he started this caper.

THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a Benz 550
And he rode with old Max.

Then the Payor called, “Dude!”
And the Benz started down
To the offices where the Congressmen
Lay a-snooze in their town.

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Congressmen were dreaming sweet dreams of healthcare
When the Payor came to the first office in the square.
“This is stop number one,” The old Warrantist – a winner
And he slipped passed the guard, like sneaking to a State Dinner.

Then he slid down the hallway, Harry Reid was in sight.
Reid was chumming Pelosi, he planned quite a night.
He got nervous only once, for a moment or two.
Then he realized that the leadership hadn’t a clue
Then he found the Congressional stimuli all hung in a row.
“These Stimuli,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”

The Payor slithered and slunk, with a smile somewhat mordant,
Around the old Cloakroom, and looking discordant!
There were copies of the bill stuffed in jackets and on chairs,  He even found a copy tucked under the stairs
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Payor, very neatly,
Started humming a tune from Blue Cross rather Cheeky!

Then he slunk to the Senate Chamber, the one facing East
He took the Senators’-copies! … didn’t mind in the least!
He cleaned out that Chamber and almost slipped on the floor.
Saw an Internet router, and thought of Al Gore

Then he stuffed all the copies in the trunk of his Benz.
And he thought to himself, “Why don’t I have friends?”                                                                                                                    “There’s always TW,” he said with no jest                                                                                                                                                    But TW’s being chased by reporters, those pests.

The Payor spotted the Grinch having trouble with his sacks
And he lent him a hand—he offered him Max                                                                                                                                           Max was quite pleased, for he knew this December,
That the Grinch would become the Payor’s board member.

The Grinch was all smiles–he’d made quite a killing
Offering to help pillage if the Payor was willing.
He stared at the Payor and asked, “New glasses?”
The Payor simply smiled, saying “These people are such (You did that to yourself, not me.)

And, you know, that old Payor was so smart and so conniving
When he next saw Pelosi he found himself smiling!
“Why, my dear little Nanc’,” the Bacchus look-alike stiffened,
“Botox in this light makes you look like a Griffin.
“I’m taking these home,” he said pointing to the copies.
“There’s a comma on one page that looks way too sloppy.”

And his fib fooled the Griffin. Then he patted her head
And he gave her a wink, and he sent her to bed
And as Speaker Pelosi shuffled off to her army,
HE said to himself, “What a waste of Armani!”

Then the last thing he needed
Was to mess up HITECH.
Then he went to HHS, the DOD and the VA,
Stuffed mint jelly in their servers so that they would not play

And the one EHR
That still worked in the DC
Was the one bought from CostCo and tucked under the tree.


Then
He did some more damage
To HIEs, and the N-HIN

Leaving PHRs
Far too trashed
For a doctor who did knee-shins!

It was quarter past dawn…
None in Congress were his friends
All the Congressmen, still a-snooze
When he packed up his Benz,
Packed it up with their copies of reform in those bags! Stacked to the leather ceiling,
Manila envelopes with name tags!

Three miles away were the banks of the river,
He was poised with the bags all set to deliver!
“Pooh-pooh to the Congressmen!” he was Payor-ish-ly humming.
“They’re finding out now that no Reform is coming!
“They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
“The all the Congressman down in Congress-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!”

“That’s a noise,” grinned the Payor,
“That I simply must hear!”
So he paused and the Payor put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow…

But the sound wasn’t sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!

He stared down at Congress-ville!
The Payor popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every Congressman down in Congress-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any health reform at all!
The Congress didn’t care, a few were disgraces,
All they wanted, it seemed, was TV with their faces

And the Payor, with his Payor-feet knee deep in the muck,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “Man, there goes my bucks.
It could be about healthcare! It could be global warming!
“It could be Al Qaeda, Afghanistan and desert storming”
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Payor thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Congress,” he thought, “simply needs a free ride.
“Maybe Congress…just needs to look like they tried.

And what happened then…?
Well…in Congress-ville they say
That the Payor’s small wallet
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his wallet didn’t feel quite so tight,
He whizzed in his Benz passing through a red light
And he brought back the copies of the bill for reform!
And he…

…HE HIMSELF…!
The Payor calmed the whole storm!