You are NOT Your Disease

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For those of you who are awake this morning (or this evening, for my Aussie and other readers), here’s a brief Sunday morning rant for you.

I was talking to a patient on camera last night and he made the statement that I hear, in its various permutations, many times over the course of a week.

Well, Doc, you know I’m ADHD, and so concentration has never been an easy thing for me.

Substitute anything else for ADHD. Go ahead. Try it. I’ll wait.

See how that works?

“I’m bipolar.”

“I’m schizophrenic.”

“I’m a depressive.”

“I’m a psychotic.”

Time out! Stop this!

If you have a mental illness of any stripe, you are NOT your disease.It does not define you. It is not the sum total of your existence. It does not put a stamped sign on your forehead that announces to the world that you are suffering every time you walk into a room.

I know, I know, this is a little thing, but believe me, I notice it and you should too. I have a couple of friends who are word people and words matter, people!

If you have a mental illness like bipolar disorder, or if you have a medical illness like cancer, diabetes, or lupus, you are still you.

Don’t ever forget that.

The disease may cause you great pain and suffering, it may alter your lifestyle, and it may cause you problems with jobs and relationships. It may even kill you one day. Still and all, it is a disease. It’s a thing to be evaluated and diagnosed and treated and managed, so that you may go about your life the way you want to.

You have my permission to live your life to the fullest in spite of your illness, not declare your life over because of it.

There.

I feel better.

That needed to be said today.

Enjoy your Sunday, my friends.

Movers and Fakers

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One of the first things I look at when a new consult comes into the queue is the date and time that the request was faxed into the electronic medical record system. The next thing I look for is the date and time that the patient hit the door to the admissions area of the emergency department. Sometimes the difference between the two is as little as five minutes.  How can that be?

Well, you see, the ED is a very busy place. Patients are coming in with chest pain and vomiting and surgical abdomens and broken ankles and all manner of ailments. One of the first jobs of the ED staff is to triage these patients, that is, to decide who has a routine need like a badly scraped and bleeding knee, an urgent need like fever and nausea, or an emergent need like crushing substernal chest pain, an ashen face and radiating pain down the left arm.

Psych patients come into this swiftly flowing stream of humanity and get buffeted from one side of creekbed to the other. It’s almost a given, almost, that if the chief complaint is “I’m seeing little green men”, “Brad Pitt is in love with me and wants me to have his babies” or “The NSA is tracking all my phone calls”, then that patient gets shuffled off to the mental health area of the ED. (Oh, shoot, I meant to edit out that last example. Can’t use that one anymore. Note to self…)

Now, this is all well and good if the patient does indeed have a bonafide mental health problem and nothing else. She gets put through the usual screening process, has her clothes exchanged for luxurious blue paper scrubs, and is asked to take a seat in a hard cold plastic chair until someone can see her.

But what if this patient, who presents with let’s say, acute anxiety and a feeling of impending doom, starts to become ashen-faced, gets more and more short of breath, starts to have chest pain, and then collapses onto the floor in a heap? One then starts to think¬†(really quickly and with feeling) about “real” medical problems like hypoglycemia, pulmonary embolism, and heart attack. Little green men and Brad Pitt be damned, people who have mental health problems also get sick with medical problems, and some of them will die if these are not recognized in time.

This is another special group of patients who come into the ED and have what appear to be anxiety, depression, tremors or even hallucinations, but in fact have an undiagnosed medical condition.

Could you give me an example, please?

Of course I can. Several.

Thyroid disease is one of those pesky problems. Have the thyroid gland rev up too much and a person can present looking as manic and paranoid as RIchard Pryor on crack. Stop it from working, and you have a depressed automaton, Al Gore on the campaign trail.

Anxiety, and a patient that looks jittery, jumpy and psychiatric in triage could come from hypoxia, pulmonary embolism or drug withdrawal.

Of particular interest are the connective tissue diseases and autoimmune diseases, which can take up to a decade to correctly diagnose. Patients come to the ED with funny physical sensations, migratory numbness or even hallucinations with no prodromal history of schizophrenia or any other psychiatric disease. I have heard many of these folks tell me after the fact that they started to believe they were “really crazy” after trying to explain their very real physical symptoms that seemed to have no rational or diagnosable cause to physicians who were skeptical at best.

As I’ve said before, all that glitters is not gold.

All that hallucinates is not schizophrenia.

Sometimes the patient who presents with weird numbness and one sided weakness is not having a conversion reaction but is suffering from a neurological or medical disorder that is diagnosable and treatable, if one will only look for it before the patient goes to ED mental health purgatory.