You know, for years we waited for somebody of appropriate angst to come along, sort through the pyramid-of-Giza-sized accumulation of physician goof-ups, and assemble them into an enlightening work. It would have been particularly cool, we thought, had a doctor chosen to shine a penlight into the curious recesses of his or her own profession. They do take such pride in policing themselves. An elucidation of physician faux pas was decades overdue. So we tended to our own daily chores in disease care and we waited. We responded to 12,221 emergency calls, and we waited some more. And you know what? It just didn't happen.
And so we began to wonder, who else might do such a project justice, if not doctors themselves? Well, nurses certainly could. Nobody on the planet, Lord knows, holds a more accurate view of inner sanctum lunacy than do these talented professionals. It is nurses, after all, who are insulted and assaulted, spat upon, pushed aside, denigrated, groped and more, all on a daily basis.
So much so that within the sequestered halls of medicine (and not a few court rooms) a shameful phrase now echoes off the walls. It's called "disruptive physician," demeanor which encompasses a wide-range of child-like deportment, sort of like the sixth-grader who tends to get mean, throw things around the classroom and generally fails to play well with others. By the year 2000, academia was replete with studies detailing the undeniable connection between how to become a medical scribe walking away from the profession, and physician foibles. The resulting impact on patient outcomes is ugly and obvious.
Yet even nurses, opting to protect their livelihoods, have always elected to remain relatively silent on the absurdities they endure so often. To be sure, a number of terrific exceptions have been penned over the years. Still, the ongoing circus of physician screw-ups, poop and boo-boos rolls merrily along everyday, does it not, preposterously under-published.
And we've always wondered why. Why no exasperated pharmacist with a prescription-scribbled migraine had yet taken up the pen. Why no maddened physical therapist, O.R. tech, phlebotomist, administrator, x-ray pro, perfusionist, nor orderly has ever raged, "For God's sake, enough!" and cleared the air. Going postal? How about somebody going "medical," in righteous defiance, just once?