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Pam Adelstein

Unraveling

A certain patient and I had always enjoyed an easy rapport at his annual exams and occasional acute care appointments.

Then one morning he presented with an itchy skin rash. The skin findings were minimal; he had tried over-the-counter creams to no avail. I prescribed a more potent topical medication, and he left satisfied. Two weeks later he called again, this time asking for an urgent visit. The rash had spread and the itch was keeping him up at night. He sent photos via the portal, but their blurriness made them difficult to decipher.

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Menopausal Moments

The personal question patients used to ask me was “Are you pregnant?” Recently, a patient inquired, after sharing that his wife had started menopausal hormonal therapy, “Do you also take this?”

I have indeed started what I call my Menopause Trifecta: an estrogen patch, a progesterone pill, and a testosterone gel. Estrogen made me miserable during puberty; helped me become a mother of two children; and drove cyclical cravings, cramps, and crying. But my ovaries no longer produce estrogen. My “childbearing potential” is gone. Unused menstrual supplies gather dust in a cabinet.

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Spiraling

As a primary care physician, I like my patients’ charts to be updated, without redundant or irrelevant information. So, before initial appointments with patients I “inherited” when I joined my current practice, I take some time to “clean up their chart.”

When patients have complex medical histories and medication lists, cleanup is challenging. But worth it. This process helps me build a two-dimensional picture of the patient, their disease trajectory, relationship with specialists, and longitudinal overall health. When I meet the patient, I can then focus on listening and observing and understanding them three-dimensionally.

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Boys or girls?

Like many parents, I love to talk about my children. A conversation with someone to whom I’m newly introduced often begins with “Do you have children?” (Yes.) “How many?” (Two.) Then the natural and understandable follow-up question is usually “Boys or girls?”

Usually, I revel in the possibilities inherent in meeting someone new. However, at such moments, I pause and protest silently. Ugh! This is a question one should never ask someone you’re just meeting.

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Decades

I’ve been aboard a “choo-choo train” for decades. I traveled to college, to medical school, to family medicine residency, to become an attending physician, then a medical administrator. Each new locale exposed me to a novel culture, with new languages, rules, and personalities—forcing me to learn different ways of thinking and relating to my environment.

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Listen Carefully to the Youth

With tears in my eyes, I burst out of the classroom, seeking refuge from my teacher’s and classmates’ endless verbal battering of me. We were mired in a debate about whether the canon of religious music should be omitted from public school choral groups’ repertoires to “appease” students who felt uncomfortable with such music. The discussion was framed with a particular implication—that because of a squeaky and unreasonable minority, the majority of students were deprived of critical singing opportunities.

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