Good Medicine - Residency II
Copyright© 2025 by Michael Loucks
Chapter 69: Tabloid Journalism
May 20, 1991, McKinley, Ohio
"Not again," I sighed.
"Unfortunately," Ghost replied. "The nurses have given notice of their intent to strike on June 1st."
"And this time, they're not an exclusive nurses' union," I observed.
"Not to mention they've been working without a contract for a year. Doctor Wernher wants to see you and me at lunch to discuss a strategy."
"Pay them what they're worth," I said sarcastically.
"I agree with you, and I suspect Doctor Wernher does as well, but it's not up to us. It's up to the County."
"The County should have the revenue from the tax receipts, both from our county and the three others."
"You would think, but you know politicians. Noon in Doctor Wernher's office. He'll have lunch brought in."
Technically, Kayla was Chief Resident for another two weeks, but I knew there was no way I could escape with that line of argument.
"I'll be there," I said.
It was not how I wanted to start my Monday morning, but there was little I could do about it. I opened the door to the lounge and asked Walt and Margie to get a chart and bring in our first patient of the day. We ended up seeing nine patients from the waiting room, and an EMS-transported rule-out MI who simply had gastric distress, before I went to Doctor Wernher's office for our meeting.
"Pay them what they deserve," I said as I sat down at the small conference table in Doctor Wernher's office, where a sub sandwich, chips, and grapefruit juice had been set out for me.
"You're leading with that?" Dutch asked.
"I had to say it, so I figured I'd say it first so as not to interrupt the practical discussion about dealing with the problem that we're facing."
Both he and Ghost laughed.
"As Doctor Saunders would opine," Ghost said, "that's a perfect Loucksian answer."
"I am nothing if not predictable," I chuckled. "How likely is a strike?"
"The negotiations are at an impasse and have been for the best part of the last six months. The county is pleading poor, and the nurses are pointing to the tax increase, as well as the tax revenue from the other counties. The issues run deeper than pay, as the nurses are angry about being forced back to work without a contract. The County Board believes the nurses engaged in unethical, underhanded dealings by decertifying their union and forming what amounts to a sham union, including techs and orderlies.
"Add in the fact that the few remaining orderlies are militant about not losing their jobs, and the techs all want a significant salary increase and what they call improved working conditions, combined with the nurses' demands, there is just no chance this is going to be resolved by May 30th, barring a miracle, and you know my take on miracles. So, here we are. We have to assume we'll have no nurses, no techs, and no orderlies."
"I'm not an expert," I said, "but I've read EMTALA as well as the memos from Legal and articles in medical journals. There are literally no exceptions to the triage and stabilization requirements. Anyone who presents here has to be evaluated and treated. Once we've done that, we could refer patients to the clinic or a 'doc-in-a-box', but we cannot force them to go to those facilities."
"That's my understanding as well," Dutch said. "If we assume no nurses, Residents are going to have to conduct triage, which exacerbates the problem. The Hospital Board is considering canceling all vacation and leave."
"No exceptions?" I asked.
"I wouldn't count on going to Vermont if I were you," Dutch replied.
"Given the only words I want to use are on the banned list, which includes translations, I'll simply scowl."
Both Dutch and Ghost laughed.
"I completely understand, and I've discouraged them from taking that action, but staffing is going to be a problem. All options are being considered, including hiring private duty nurses, but unless they have relevant ED experience, we can't really use them, and I do not believe we can count on any nurses crossing the picket lines."
"Not even surgical nurses?" Ghost asked.
"The union leadership has consistently implied a complete and total work stoppage," Dutch said.
"That's irresponsible and unprofessional in the extreme," I observed. "While I support the nurses' demands for a wage increase, refusing to supply nurses for emergency surgery is just beyond the pale. They'll lose public support. And we'll lose millions upon millions in the wrongful death suits that are sure to follow. Do I need to say it?"
"That it would be cheaper to give them their raises?" Dutch asked. "You would think, but the bean counters look at one-time costs versus ongoing operational costs."
And would, I was certain, lead to my wife excoriating the system once again, and this time, having a legitimate argument I wouldn't be able to counter.
"We can use Residents and medical students to perform most nursing tasks," Ghost observed. "Who is going to do the work of the techs in radiology and the lab?"
"That is a significant problem," Dutch replied, "as physicians have neither the training, experience, nor expertise to run the equipment. For lab tests, we can send them to an outside lab, but that could add hours to the time it takes to receive 'stat' labs. There are talks with Taft about graduate students in research who have experience with the equipment being hired, but it's unclear if they will cross the picket lines."
"Not to be 'that guy', but do we know if the departmental clerks will cross the picket lines?" Ghost asked. "They aren't in the union."
"We don't know," Dutch replied. "There is a rumor that the union is talking to them to get them to join, and if that happens..."
"It keeps getting better and better," I sighed.
"The plan is to supplement with MS2s," Dutch said, "though, as you know, they cannot touch patients. MS3s and MS4s will have longer shifts, as will Residents and Attendings. I know you just released the schedules for June, but you need to develop contingency schedules. For the moment, for any shifts shorter than twenty-four hours, add two hours to each shift. Mike, your Thursday seminars will be suspended, as the MS2s will be in the hospital."
In my mind, the disruption being caused and the risks associated with running the hospital without nurses were so great that they outweighed the cost of simply paying the nurses more, but nobody was asking me. I would, though, give Viktor an earful about it after work.
"We'll need to post the schedules," I suggested. "We can't really spring the extra hours on the Residents and Attendings with no warning."
"I agree," Dutch said. "I'll post a notice outlining the change. It'll be two hours at the end of each shift for all physicians."
"May I make a suggestion?" I inquired.
"I'm open to any ideas," Dutch replied.
"We establish some kind of system with Doctor Gibbs whereby people who voluntarily go to the clinic are given priority. She's permitted to turn away other walk-ins and refer them to their personal physician or another urgent care facility. We can do something similar with the outpatient clinic, though that would mean they would have to cancel all scheduled procedures, similar to what Surgery will do."
"I'll take that upstairs," Dutch said. "It's a good idea."
"The other thing is, we should have Mary Anderson down here full-time with her PGY1s. They won't have anything to do in Surgery, and we can use them here, and train them at the same time."
"Another good idea. I'll speak to Owen Roth about that."
"What about bringing in High School graduates as candy stripers?" Ghost suggested.
"When the High School discontinued the program, they allowed the Seniors who were working to continue, but that ends next week, and the County canceled the liability rider as of the end of the month."
"Well, isn't that special?" Ghost observed sarcastically.
"Doctors, I understand, but I need you both to assist in keeping up morale. It's going to be a challenging situation, but we need to do our best to ensure excellent patient care, even in the most difficult circumstances. I daresay you'd rather be here during a nursing strike than have been a doctor in a front-line field hospital in Korea or Vietnam. If there's nothing else, you're dismissed. Post the revised schedules on Friday."
"Will do," I replied.
"And me," Ghost added.
We left the office, and Ghost nodded towards the Attendings' office, so I followed him there, closing the door behind us.
"Do you think it would help if we had a word with Viktor Nikolay'ich?" Ghost asked.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm not sure what's more frightening," I observed. "My sister-in-law teaching my daughters French, or you becoming Russian!"
Ghost laughed, "It's in the freaking water at home, with Oksana's family, and at church! You should know that!"
"True, though it was much, much stronger when I was growing up. Pretty much nobody under fifty speaks Russian regularly, while it was very common until I started High School. In any event, I don't think it can hurt, though the problem is the County Board, not the Hospital Board."
"Is it?" Ghost asked. "The hospital has a budget, and perhaps there's some horse-trading that can be done."
"Maybe," I allowed, "but what they cannot do, as Viktor explained to me, is move money from the capital fund to the operational fund. In addition, delaying the acquisition of capital equipment is actually a drain on the budget because, for example, CAT scans are profitable, as we lease the equipment and pay on a per-use basis, charging accordingly.
"The same will be true for the new MRI machine that will be installed in a few years when the surgical wing is completed, and Radiology is expanded. The profitable parts of the hospital, besides Radiology, include elective surgeries and outpatient services. That money offsets the costs we incur treating Medicare and Medicaid patients, as well as uninsured or indigent patients who are unable to pay.
"What that means is that there is no way to rob Peter to pay Paul, as the saying goes. There are four possibilities — tax increases, increased reimbursement from Medicare and Medicaid, increased revenue from services, and cutbacks. Guess which one is going to happen first? I think you know, because we've already seen it with most of the orderlies being eliminated."
"I think that's more consecutive words than you've said about this topic since we first met."
"I had a long conversation with Viktor about this, and while we didn't see eye to eye, he did explain how the finances work. I understand that there will be Charge Master increases, which will bring in a bit more revenue, but that cannot keep up with the costs due to the way the Federal government determines reimbursement rates. My wife would be very happy to lecture you on THAT topic!"
Ghost laughed and shook his head, "No thanks! You at least have the benefit of the post-lecture activities!"
I chuckled, "There may be something to that. In any event, I don't think it can hurt to speak to Viktor. It probably would be better to have the conversation somewhere other than at church. Are you free tomorrow evening?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll get in touch with Viktor and ask him to meet us at .38 Special. I'm planning to be there to watch the Penguins game."
"How are they doing?"
"They're down two games to one after losing last night. They split at home, and they need to win tomorrow, or they'll be in real trouble."
"I'll check with Oksana, but I'm sure she'll be OK with it."
There was a knock at the door, and Ghost called out for whomever it was to come in. The door opened, and Nate stuck his head in.
"EMS three minutes out with multi-vehicle MVA, four victims."
"Let's go," Ghost said. "Duty calls!"
"Page my students, please, Nate," I requested.
"They just came back from lunch," he reported.
Ghost, his MS4, and my students all headed to the ambulance bay, where we met Leticia Jefferson, Mai Lu, and their students, along with Becky, Kellie, Amy, and Ellie. All the doctors gave assignments to their students and their nurse, and Ghost stated I should take the first patient, which, in most cases, was the most badly injured.
That plan changed as soon as the first EMS squad arrived.
"There's a lengthy extraction," Bobby announced, hopping out. "About ten minutes."
"Mike, you wait for that one," Ghost directed. "Use Trauma A."
"Got it," I replied.
Ghost, Mai, and Leticia took the first three patients, all of whom were moderately injured, into the ED, while Kellie, my students, and I waited for the final victim. About eight minutes later, the EMS squad turned into the driveway and pulled into the ambulance bay a few seconds later. Rob, a relatively new paramedic, hopped out of the cab.
"Female, late teens; belted passenger in a passenger-side t-bone crash; crush injuries to chest and legs; severe contusion to right temple; pulse 110 and weak; BP 80/50; PO₂ 92% on five litres; unit of plasma and IV saline TKO."
"Trauma A! Margie, call for orthopedics and neuro consults, stat! Walt, monitor first, then EKG. Kellie, thoracotomy tray!"
We moved into the ED, and I called out to Carol at the nurses' station that I needed a second nurse. We quickly entered Trauma A and moved the patient to the trauma table, and Nurse Wendy entered the room.
"Wendy, CBC, Chem-20, ABG, and type and cross-match, stat!"
I began my exam, and my estimate that the patient had a collapsed lung was proven correct.
"PO₂ 91%; pulse 112," Walt called out. "90%!"
"Margie, I need another doctor to assist," I said as I began the thoracotomy. "Find one!"
She immediately left the room to fetch another doctor.
"Sinus tach!" Walt announced.
That was the first good sign I'd seen, and meant I didn't need to address a life-threatening arrhythmia right out of the gate.
Just as I was inserting the tube, Dutch Wernher came in with Margie.
"What do you need, Mike?" He asked.
"Clear the neck, then RSI and vent, please."
"OK."
"Kellie, an amp of mannitol, IV push," I ordered.
"Neck is clear," Dutch announced. "Wendy, intubation tray to me!"
She brought the tray, and Doctor Wernher completed the intubation, then I verified the tube position by auscultation.
"Good bilateral breath sounds," I announced.
"PO₂ 92%!" Walt called out.
"What else do you need, Mike?" Dutch asked.
"We called for ortho and neuro consults," I said. "I'm not going to touch those legs unless we see compartment syndrome or other symptoms. Margie, let's get a Foley in, please. Be very careful cutting away her jeans."
"Right away, Doctor."
"PVCs!" Dutch announced as the monitor blared.
"I heard no muffled heart sounds; suspected blunt cardiac injury," I announced. "Kellie, 150 megs moricizine, in the IV bag, please."
"Are you sure you want to do that, Mike?" Dutch asked.
"It won't interfere with anything they need to give her in surgery," I replied. "Kellie, administer the drug. Walt, I need an ultrasound machine!"
I saw Kellie look to Doctor Wernher, who gave a slight nod, as I was certain he would. I didn't mind her checking, as after all, not only was he an Attending, but the Chief of Emergency Medicine, and anything I did would be laid at his feet as well as mine.
"Cardiology consult, Doctor Mike?" Margie asked.
"Let's see what Neuro and Ortho say, and how her belly is. If the moricizine resolves the PVCs, she'll be stable to send to surgery or the ICU."
"What do we have, Mike?" Bob Kluszewski, from Ortho, asked as he entered.
"Jane Doe, late teens; belted passenger in a passenger-side t-bone crash; crush injuries to chest and legs; severe contusion to right temple; pulse 108 and weak; BP 90/60; PO₂ 93% on vent; chest tube to re-inflate left lung; unit of plasma, amp of mannitol, and 150 megs of moricizine for PVCs."
"Let me take a look," he said as Walt pushed the ultrasound machine into the room.
We quickly set it up, and I saw free fluid in the patient's belly.
"Free fluid," I announced. "Margie, call the surgical scheduling nurse and let her know we have an ex-lap; give her the vitals, as well as the consults ordered."
"Right away, Doctor!"
"I do not like the looks of these legs," Bob announced.
"Me either," I replied.
"That makes three of us," Dutch added as Terry Cassidy from Neuro came in.
I gave the same vitals and treatment so far, and he performed a neuro exam.
"Twenty minutes; OR2!" Margie announced.
"Watch and wait right now," Terry announced. "ICU after recovery, depending on what Bob wants to do."
"Let's get her belly patched up and then get X-rays in recovery," Bob suggested. "Cardboard splints to immobilize the legs."
"I'd say that's a good plan," Dutch, the only Attending in the room, declared.
Terry and his student carefully splinted the young woman's shattered legs, and then Kellie, my students, and I escorted her to OR2.
"What do we have, Mike?" Shelly asked.
I reported the patient's vitals and described treatment so far.
"Good work, Mike," Shelly said. "We'll take it from here."
"Thanks, Shel."
Kellie, Walt, Margie, and I left the OR and walked down the corridor and across the skybridge, then took the elevator down to the ED. I asked my students to wait in the lounge, then went to see Dutch Wernher.
"What was your concern?" I asked.
"You answered it. You're still on the surgical staff, so you could make that call. In two weeks, you'll need a surgical consult."
"It's silly, but that's a windmill at which I refuse to tilt because I'll get literally nowhere."
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