Ask not for whom the Bell tolls…

On Monday morning, I realized that the left side of my face wasn’t working. It had felt a little tight on Sunday afternoon, but I blamed that on a weekend outdoors in the wind and sun. But on Monday I was unable to close my eye properly… it looks pretty creepy. As does a one-sided smile or dribbling my coffee.

Dr ChatGPT gave me a likely diagnosis of Bell’s Palsy. We went to the GP, who squeezed me in without an appointment, and he confirmed the diagnosis but sent me to the Emergency Department for a brain scan “just to make sure.”

At the ED, we waited about 3 1/2 hours to see the Dr, who agreed with me that the scan was unnecessary… I had all the symptoms of Bell’s Palsy and none of the symptoms of anything more sinister. He wrote prescriptions and sent me on my way.

We’re in the middle of a health system crisis here in NZ. There’s not enough money to give everyone what they want. And the money that is spent could be apportioned and prioritized differently depending on who you ask. My interaction (anecdotally) confirms all this.

Disclaimer: I am a rich white guy in a rich white suburb, with a background in the way the health system works, etc. Therefore, my experience would be at the top end of experiences people have.

First, this was an almost unqualified success. All my carers were easily available, seemed knowledgeable and kind, and I’m as confident as some internet searching can make me that I got the right diagnosis and optimal treatment. I don’t have private insurance… this was all in the publicly funded health system.

I said “almost” unqualified success. Here’s the qualifications. I can point to multiple system problems that I think reduced the efficiency of the whole endeavor. If these thoughts bear out and exist for others, there’s a lot of savings to be made and satisfaction to be improved.

1) Funding disparity for urgent care. My presentation falls perfectly into the urgent category. Not life-threatening, but scary (my face doesn’t work!), and the internet told me it was important to start treatment as soon as possible. My GP couldn’t get me an appointment till the next day (which is already way better than it is for many people in NZ). But we insisted a bit and they squeezed us in on the spot. Awesome service, but we disrupted their schedule which contributes to overwork and just puts friction in. My subsidized copay at the GP is $60. At the private urgent care a few miles away it’s $160 just to walk in the door, so from my perspective it was easier and cheaper to muscle into the GP. Perhaps because of the extra pressure of seeing me in a hurry over lunch, the GP was unwilling to just treat, and instead made a probably unnecessary referral. A publicly subsidized, properly equipped urgent care with appropriate triage (including the authority to refuse subsidized visits if it’s really a GP issue) would have been perfect for me.

2) Something cultural making him unwilling to treat. The GP seemed competent and confident in my case, calling it a 101-level, not complex at all. But he still felt the need to send me off for a scan instead of sending me home with a prescription. We don’t have the litigation and malpractice insurance problems of the USA, but somehow the GP needs to feel even more empowered to just treat me. Instead I took up a slot in a busy emergency room and wasted an afternoon.

3) Availability of diagnostic facilities outside the ED. Given that I have a referral for a diagnostic scan but am clinically stable, why was the ED the only place to send me? Better allocation of hardware and personnel away from the ED, and perhaps better contracting between the public and private providers like the US VA has done so well, might have resulted in a less expensive interaction.

4) Patient-centered tweaks in the ED itself. When you walk in, there’s three windows. The first one inside the door is where you go second, after visiting the one in the center. There is a sign way up near the ceiling explaining all this. But we watched two dozen people come in and all go to the first window, like we did. Each time the clerk there paused, listened politely as the patient began their story, and then sent them the three steps over to begin again. Although I know that time-and-motion efficiency experts can be just phenomenally useless, it sure felt like that workflow could be examined to the benefit of both patients and staff. And if that workflow, how many others?

5) Time and money consequences. Sending me to the hospital resulted in a 7-hour adventure, including an hour plus in the car (remember gas is $10 per gallon), a $20 parking fee, and fast food for dinner. None of that is a huge deal for me, but I don’t have childcare to worry about and I make my own work schedule. The long ED wait meant that the bargain pharmacies were all closed when we got out, so I had to pay the full $20 copay for my prescriptions at an after hours place. Again, for me not an issue, but those copays are a proven problem for surprisingly many people. The previous government abolished the prescription copays, but Mr Luxon and his Coalition partners have reinstated them. There were consequences for the system staff too… all the documentation was generated twice, and then transmitted among providers, blah blah blah.

After my first couple doses of prednisone, I can already see a tiny improvement… my mouth can manage an almost Mona Lisa level of exuberant grin. Most people recover fully, and this affliction doesn’t usually come back. Fingers crossed (which I can still do on both sides)!

Just keep swimming, Dory!

Our move to Whangaparaoa meant that I’m a little further from my longtime swim group, and a lot closer to a new one.

Last Saturday I got to bring both groups together for a big swim from Long Bay to Arkles Bay. I didn’t swim this time, but I was there in spirit. We followed up with breakfast and unofficial housewarming at our place.

The support boat put in at the finish line and ferried a few people to the start.

As the crow flies, or the penguin swims, that was only a little over 5km in the water, roughly 2 hours with a few regroup / rest stops. However, it’s over half an hour driving off the peninsula and back down to Long Bay,

The weather really cooperated… a week earlier the forecast was for it to be awful. But the storm blew through the day before, leaving calm water and even a tailwind. We timed it for a little tide assist too, so although 5km is on the longer end of what we do as a group, everyone agreed it was a pretty easy morning.

A good time was had by all. Many of the swimmers know each other from events and just swimming. In fact, we’d probably be one big group, but it’s just hard to drive that far when you can walk to the beach instead!

Dahlias, dahling

Lee arranged these dahlias with some fringey sprigs of fennel. We’ve had that vase for a really long time… I’ve always liked it… and I think it’s been waiting for these exact flowers.

You’re a ⭐️!

Star jasmine, that is.

We’ve planted star jasmine ourselves, but we’ve never had one as happy as this one that came with our new house.

It smells wonderful, especially late at night and early in the morning.

Remember, remember

The 5th of November 2024 is a day many Democrats, and I fear many others, will add to the list that includes December 7th 1941, September 11 2001, and so many others when terrible things happened.

Or maybe not. Who knows.

Here in New Zealand it was Guy Fawkes Day. Nobody has any idea what we celebrate or commemorate with this holiday. But it’s the only time of the year that you’re allowed to buy fireworks.

We happily took full advantage of our new views, even though we are sympathetic to the many people who call for the home fireworks to be banned.

Recovery

Earlier this year, I went to a party at that lady’s sister’s house.

I’m sure I talked too much about metal detecting… because I talked about metal detecting.

But now months later, she lost a gold charm while working on her farm. The chain she wore it on got caught on something and broke. She found the chain right away, but the charm was lost in the tall grass.

She remembered the metal detecting, and a few phone calls later there I was in a cow pasture.

It only took a few minutes for the magic metal detector to find the little charm. Happy days!

And even better, she’s given me her neighbor’s number… he’s got an old cottage site on his farm that’s never been detected…

Election Face

That’s us as the returns rolled in, all dressed for a funeral, and headed out for an end-of-the-world dinner and a bottle of wine. Dark red wine, darker than blood. Blood, wine, smoke, carnage. The orcs are inside the city walls.

But then we got to the restaurant, where our perpetually cheerful hostess Svetlana leaned in and reminded us in her Boris-and-Natasha accent that we can’t influence the high politics. Never could, not anywhere. Still or sparkling?

The lady behind us was wearing a fascinator, maybe getting an extra day’s use out of her Melbourne Cup accessories. Hard not to smile at that.

And so we glumly ate the delicious chicken livers and the rigatoni with the rich red sauce and drank the wine and then since it was the end of the world we ordered a ridiculous foo-foo dessert.

It did help, at least a little.

Around the ‘hood

We went for a walk the other day …

This project of raising a new pole… 5g cell tower I assume, down near the beach where it’s hard to get a good signal… required at least 15 workers.

This walkway passes by a storm water overflow pond. Very nice.

It includes what might be the world’s smallest skate park!

Now I get it

That’s a pretty ring I found this afternoon metal detecting. I’m pretty sure it’s not real gold or anything… but I don’t know because I lost it!

Normally, I put anything of potential value in a small zippered pocket. But this ring — for no known reason — ended up on my finger. Somehow in the process of taking my gloves on and off, I lost the ring. I got chased inside by rain, so I couldn’t go back and retrace my steps. Grrr!

As I approach my first full year of detecting, I’ve found maybe 15 or 20 rings, and each time I think “How did this happen??”

Well… now I know!

I still ended up with over $10 in spending money, an old British penny in terrible shape, a copper ring, and a silver Pandora heart charm that retails for $89.

Another NZ morning

I got up early yesterday and went to Orewa Beach for some metal detecting fun.

I didn’t have much luck on the actual beach, but I got a nice assortment of coins from the grassy area above the seawall. I got a little over $5 in spending money and about a dozen “little brown buggers”, the 1, 2, and 5 cent pieces that have been demonetized because they cost more to make, ship, and store than they’re worth.

Atlanta iron

From Houston, I carried on to Atlanta for a week of HL7 standards development meetings. There’s a wealth of different manhole covers, although I haven’t found much of the old-timey aesthetic that I like.

There’s a lot of stuff left over from the 1996 Olympics, including this tree grate.

Show me, don’t tell me

Here are two pictures that instantly tell my fellow Americans in NZ that I am in the US…

Coffee in a giant urn is somewhat unusual in NZ, and decaf is nearly unknown. A whole urn of decaf? You’re in the US.

And a big basket of free chips? Even if a restaurant was willing or able to serve this, it would be prohibitively expensive.

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