This young woman complained of back pain, having fallen on ice 2 days before. Her pain was 10/10 even despite the one dose of Tylenol she had taken the night before. I asked the usual questions about her significant medical history, allergies and medications. With a woman of childbearing age we ask the date of the last menstrual period, particularly if there is a possibility of needing any xrays. Her response to this question was, "oh, I don't know. A couple of months ago. I don't want any xrays, I'm really scared of them". For some reason, I begin to smell a rat; there is something just not right. However, I failed to ask the important follow up: "is there any possibility you might be pregnant?". Hey, we were busy and I did the best I could; it was some time before she got into a treatment room.
Gil, my doc of the day seemed to be in the room for a long time. He is very thorough. I had a minute to pull up a couple of past visits: only three for 2009. Not drug seeking behavior. I noticed she was seen for a possible miscarriage in July.
As I was reading this, Gil came out of the room. "Did you know she was pregnant?", he asked. "Nope. She didn't mention it, in fact she said her LMP (last menstrual period) was a couple of months ago".
"She didn't say anything to me either", Gil shook his head. "I inquired when I examined her gravid belly".
I am hearing dissonant clash of very loud warning bells now. "You know, in 30 some-odd years I have never had a gone-to-ground pregnant woman whose first words after a fall are NOT 'I'm pregnant'. Yet this one doesn't disclose it to either you or me, and hedges on the LMP by saying she's afraid of xrays and doesn't say why? I have her old record up, maybe you should have a look".
A look at a visit months ago revealed an ultrasound for a possible miscarriage; some higher math determined what the young woman didn't tell us: she was about 32 weeks pregnant.
Now I get it; it's about her, not the baby. At first I thought that this was scamming for narcotics, perhaps to sell, but she was asking for pain medicine. The fetal heart beat was fine; she had no signs of labor. Did she have an obstetrician? Nope. It had been at least 3 months (if she was being honest) since she had any prenatal care; probably none at all since her ER visit months ago. Our plan was to send her to the mother ship.
Gil didn't trust that she would show up at the downtown ER; I didn't trust her as far as I could throw her with an IV in her hand. She would go by ambulance. Must we always save people from themselves?
Her charming female companion burst out of the room, and in a voice that would melt paint off the walls demanded to know who was going to bring her home. "I had to borrow my brother in law's car because her's is crap; I can't wait around for her all day and she is freaking out about how to get home. How will she get back here?"
"Well, she could take a cab, or perhaps another family member could pick her up; that is her problem. And keep your voice down, you're disturbing others".
She was nearly apoplectic with rage, but I stared her down while she appeared to swallow her tongue. "She won't go then", charming compantion said sulkily.
"No problem, she can sign herself out AMA (Against Medical Advice). If you have any influence with her, I suggest you talk her into it. She's had a fall, basically no pre-natal care and her baby is at risk. There is an obstetrician waiting to see her. Up to you. She can talk to social services when she gets down there about comping her a cab, I don't do that here. Let me know what you decide", I said dismissively.
She went. The baby was fine. She got excellent free care even though she had little interest in the baby and no insurance. We already have socialized medicine. People who are paying for health insurance, following the rules, and working damn hard are getting the shaft. This one not only gets excellent free care but expects door to door service. Sheesh.
Some people just bring out the worst in me, more so as I get older. I am letting my annoyance show, which will likely get me into trouble. I have zero tolerance for complete idiocy and listening to bullshit, and it's not just at work. Last night at skating practice I was pretty rude myself to one completely annoying teammate; not that she didn't have it coming. She travels in her own orbit, says stupid things and never bloody shuts up. Urrgh. I have given up trying to be nice to her and can't wait for the end of the season so I will never have to see her again. Most of the time I just want to slap the ears off her head. Urrrrrhhhhgggghhhh. The point is until recently I never would have let the verbal zingers fly. Best get a handle on that.