Lessons Learned from Being an ER Patient in Two Countries

Family, friends, and I have been patients in emergency rooms (ER’s) many times. I work in Quality and Patient Safety in a large hospital, and my office overlooks the ER parking lot. My recent experience in a French ER for a dislocated finger has allowed me to reflect on how all ER’s can treat patients better – and the patients’ responsibilities to optimize their treatment. Granted, France has single-payer and the US has a mixture of government insurance/private insurance/self-pay, but these issues cut across cultures and payment modalities.

  • An ER is an ER, regardless of location. Folks are in bad shape. There may be hysterical family members, biohazards, and the occasional police officer. There is bureaucracy to deal with, including the “billfold biopsy” for proof of insurance. People who’ve had heart attacks, gunshot wounds, or strokes get first priority for care (as they should); the rest wait for a break in the action to be seen. It could take hours. The waiting room has all the charm of a Department of Motor Vehicles office–with less comfortable chairs.
  • Language barriers are frustrating for both provider and patient. Even with a translator present, the nurse or doctor taking the history may not get the full picture. Culture may also play a role in the loss in translation. Patients may not get a description of their condition or how to take care of themselves after discharge. I can speak/understand French, but I did not get more than a prescription and an order for a follow-up X-ray in five days. I heard no mention of how long I need to keep my finger taped up until I called a physician friend in Seattle.
  • Hand hygiene (and hygiene on the whole) may be spotty. In my experience, the nurses are most likely to wash/gel in and out of a room, interns and residents less so, and senior physicians are least likely. In the French ER waiting room, a child spilled some soda on the floor. This could have been a hazardous situation for anyone. If hospital staff saw the spill, they didn’t seem to be concerned about it. Fortunately, my partner got some paper towels from the restroom and cleaned up the mess himself.
  • Identifying who’s who can be difficult. In the French hospital, I had to squint at the nametag stickers to see who was a nurse or intern. The senior ER physician wore no identification, just a SAMU (Service d’Aide Médicale Urgente, which is easily translated once you know the acronym) T-shirt and cargo pants. Nobody wore ID badges, as is common in US hospitals. And nobody entered my exam room and identified him/herself.

What can be done to improve the patient experience in ER’s and allow staff to give the best possible care?

  • These units should only be used for emergencies. For the flu or simple urinary tract infection (UTI), a free-standing urgent care clinic in the US will treat minor conditions without a long wait – and at lower cost. When I had an adverse reaction to the high doses of ibuprofen and naproxen I was taking for the finger, I went to a pharmacy in Aix-en-Provence and asked the pharmacist what to take. (Note: Most French pharmacies, like Costco’s in the US, are closed on Sundays.)
  • Cleanliness is essential to prevent the spread of hospital-acquired infections. The Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services penalize hospitals that have high levels of hospital acquired pneumonia and catheter-related bloodstream or UTI’s. Gelling or washing one’s hands when entering and exiting a room is just the beginning. Computer keyboards are notorious pathogen-catchers. Providers should gel after typing in the patient’s history and before examining him or her.
  • As a provider gels in when entering an exam room for the first time, he/she should identify him/herself to the patient. The provider should double-check the patient’s identity, utilizing date of birth.
  • If a translator is needed, one should be provided. Family members often get pressed into this service, which can be awkward – especially if the family member is a minor and the ER visit is for a touchy reason. Most hospitals in the US have onsite or video translation services.
  • Patients need to tell the nurse and physician everything they take: Prescription and over-the-counter medications, recreational drugs, dietary supplements, alcohol, and tobacco. They should also fess up about any sensitive topics, such as travel to areas with current infectious disease outbreaks (e.g., Zika).
  • No patient should go home from the ER (or hospital) without a complete explanation of the condition and treatment. Referrals should be made for follow-up visits before the patient leaves, especially for conditions such as diabetes and heart failure. Providers should not rely on the honor system or a patient’s iffy memory to assure continuity of care.

Regardless of location, the ER is a place best avoided unless there is a real health issue. It can be difficult to achieve optimal care and outcomes in this environment without effort by both patients and providers.

 

 

 

 

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Other Sights and Sounds from St. Rémy

The injury to my hand, coupled with a bad reaction to the ibuprofen and naproxen I took to manage the pain, did a number on the last two days in St. Rémy-De-Provence. However, we were able to do some interesting things.
Friday we walked to the Roman ruins of Glanum, about a mile from our hotel. It was a very warm day. Neither of us thought to fill up our water bottles, let alone bring them. As a result, Julian was one sorry specimen. Fortunately, the souvenir shop at the ruins had a vending machine full of Evians. Dinner that night, once we tidied up, was at a restaurant called L’Estagnol. Word from these wise guys: There is nothing better on a hot day than a cold bowl of gazpacho made with dead-ripe tomatoes. It also helped that the dessert we chose was a cold peach soup with a little scoop of vanilla ice cream. The main course was braised pork ribs – excellent, but my stomach couldn’t handle much of it.

At any time of the day or night in Provence, you will hear the clack of metal balls. This is pétanque, or boules. Les Provençaux take this game very seriously. Most villages have flat, sandy areas called boulodromes for this game. Even non-designated boulodromes are pressed into service, as long as the surface is flat.

One event we did not witness is what Julian refers to as “the taunting of the bulls.” This is more like American rodeo clowns than traditional bullfights. Young men with more testosterone than common sense get into a ring with a bull and attempt to grab a ribbon off the bull’s horn. The bull wants no part of this and chases the man. With luck, the guy jumps over a barrier or onto bales of straw to escape. If luck is not with the man, bad things can happen. Unlike traditional Spanish bullfighting, the bull lives to be taunted another day. Some of these bulls develop national reputations. As far as the bull-taunters go, one hopes they have day jobs.

Poster for bull-taunting.

Poster for bull-taunting.

St. Rémy has an organ festival every year at the St. Martin church. They invite renowned musicians from all over France to play the 170-year-old pipe organ. Some of the concerts include choirs and orchestras. The organist at our concert, Olivier Trachier, was from a familiar church – St. Gervais in Paris. He may have been the organist playing and practicing the two times we visited Paris. Since the organ is directly opposite the altar and the organist is hidden from view, the church set up a screen and projected live video of Trachier at the keyboard. Periodically the camera would cut to his feet if the piece of music required him to use those keys. The concert consisted of three centuries of French organ music. Organ pieces are usually short. It may have been designed to give the poor souls who worked the bellows to provide the air to the pipes a chance to rest. (Most of the European organs predate electricity by a couple hundred years.)

From St. Rémy it was on to Les Gorges du Verdon. St. Rémy is positively cosmopolitan compared to the little towns here. More to come.

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Fish Spa

No, this is not a spa for your guppies. These fish earn their keep by chowing down on feet immersed in their tanks.

Nineteen Euros for 15 minutes? Isn't there a koi pond in a nearby backyard?

Nineteen Euros for 15 minutes? Isn’t there a koi pond in a nearby backyard?

I guess the other part of the business is to keep the rest of the customer occupied.

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Ouch

Friends, this looks worse than it actually is. Yesterday we went to a medieval village called Les Baux. The views of the valley were stunning, and the site had numerous artifacts, such as battering rams and trebuchets. Just as we were about to exit, I slipped and fell. The only thing damaged was my left pinky finger. Naturally, I’m left-handed.

I think the wrap is très sportif, n'est-ce pas?

I think the wrap is très sportif, n’est-ce pas?

After a quick lunch, we went back to our hotel to ask about the nearest emergency room. The receptionist said the nearest one was in Avignon, about 15 miles away. So off we went in the Purple People-Eater.

After some time, the verdict was in: Just a dislocation. Because we were at the hospital until quite late, the bill will be sent to our home. We had heard horror stories about foreign hospitals demanding payment in full up front. We’ll see if the bill beats us home.

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The Purple People-Eater

Meet our rental car. This was the only model at the agency with a trunk big enough to accommodate our luggage. We purposely used the smaller suitcases, but still had trouble. This is a Citroën Cactus. I prefer the moniker Purple People-Eater, after the classic Sheb Wooley song.

The Purple People-Eater

The Purple People-Eater

As with many recent-model cars, the rear visibility stinks. It’s not particularly maneuverable. The old song, “Give Me 40 Acres and I’ll Turn This Rig Around” comes to mind. Note the side panels. I guess Citroën knew that it would be a door-dinger, so it put the plastic over the metal. It’s also a manual transmission. Julian has to get used to driving a stick again after buying his current VW. When I was helping him back out of the garage, I noticed that one of the backup lights wasn’t working. The clerk at the agency assured us that only one light needs to work to be street legal. This sounded bogus to us, but we should be okay as long as we don’t back into a police car.

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Bienvenue à St. Rémy de Provence

Our next stop on the tour is St. Rémy de Provence, a cute little town. Julian observed that if Disney wanted to clone a French town for a theme park, this would be the one.

The town has several plazas and is encircled by a ring road. It deals heavily in the tourist and expat trade. Why else would you find stores selling tchotchkes with snarky slogans in English? It also has a preponderance of real estate agencies, along with one specializing in vineyards.

Last night we ate at a typical Provençal restaurant. Julian had the aïoli with seafood, while I had the mussels. This prompted another in our long series of shrimp-head puppet shows.

Me and my mussels. Julian's aïoli is in the foreground.

Me and my mussels. Julian’s aïoli is in the foreground.

A boy and his shrimp head puppet.

A boy and his shrimp head puppet.

As we were walking around after dinner, we saw a pizza truck. Shades of the old Hot Truck from Cornell! I didn’t dare ask if they could do a Triple Sui.

A hot pizza truck in St. Rémy de Provence.

A hot pizza truck in St. Rémy de Provence.

Wednesday is market day in St. Rémy. In other words, it’s tourist day. I think I heard more English than French spoken. As crowded as it was, everything was closed and the vendors were gone by 3 pm. This is a well-oiled machine. While we were roaming around, we saw this offering. Yes, that’s exactly what it looks like. It’s a pig stuffed with pork loin and other goodies.

Sorry, vegetarians. I had to get a picture of this.

Sorry, vegetarians. I had to get a picture of this.

As for our lunch, we bought some cheese, bread, sausage, spreadables, and raspberries.

Tomorrow we may take a road trip to a nearby medieval town.

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More Paris vs. Lyon Smackdown

Here are a few more comparisons we noted between the two cities:

Security: We encountered much fewer grifters and panhandlers in Lyon. It could be because of the lower numbers of suckers… I mean tourists. I’m sure that more must appear during big events, such as the Fête des Lumières in December and the current film festival. We felt safe walking around, even after dark.

Transit: Lyon’s trams, subways, and buses put Paris (and Seattle) to utter shame. They are clean and reasonably new. Both Paris and Lyon use the same carnet system if you don’t have a refillable card. We had an easy time negotiating the system.

Dogs: We saw fewer dogs getting walked, at least in the neighborhood of our hotel.

Cats: We only saw one loose on the streets. We saw two in carriers. Maybe the swans got the other strays.

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Let there be Lumiere

(Lumière is the French word for light.)

Yesterday’s outing included a trip to the Lumière Museum in Lyon. The Lumière family, particularly brothers Auguste and Louis, were instrumental in the early days of cinema. While Edison’s kinetoscope showed movies to individuals (similar to a peep show), les frères Lumière pioneered cameras and projection equipment so the masses could see films. They sent cinematographers around the world to film scenes of everyday life. Not only were the Lumières key to cinema, their company produced still photography supplies and cameras well into the 20th century. The factories were centered in Lyon near the family home. In addition, the brothers were issued patents for medicine-embedded bandages and the precursor to membrane hi-fi speakers.

Every year the Lumière Institute holds a festival and awards one artist for lifetime achievement in film. Last year’s awardee was Martin Scorcese; this year’s is Catherine Deneuve. Alas, the festival starts on Wednesday, the day after we leave Lyon.  We highly recommend visiting the museum. It’s away from downtown, but worth the subway ride.

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Foodie Day in Lyon

Since most of the museums were closed today, this was our day to do foodie stuff. The first stop was the Galeries Lafayette at the Part Dieu shopping center. Unfortunately, the Galeries Lafayette here does not have the killer food hall that the one in Paris has. We found another store called the Cook Me Shop that had a variety of herbs, spices, and teas. I bought a couple of selections that I hope make it through Customs. We also found an electronics store called Danty that had a wide selection of kitchen appliances and gadgets. Julian said, “I think we found the French equivalent of Fry’s.” My response:”No, I can hear myself.”

All the spices you can eat at the Cook Me Shop in Lyon.

All the spices you can eat at the Cook Me Shop in Lyon.

We timed our visit to Les Halles de Lyon Paul Bocuse to be around lunchtime. This building is supposed to be foodie paradise. Alas, the vast majority of the stores and restaurants in it were closed. What was open was outrageously expensive. I wonder if the high vacancy rate is due to the European economy and the fact that this building is off the tourist beaten path.

As we were walking out of Les Halles, I noticed a pho restaurant across the street. The price was right: Lunch for 10 € or less. So I got my fish sauce fix, even if I had to go to the other end of town for it.

 

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The Local Soundtrack

I’ve noticed some very unusual music choices in restaurants and in our hotel dining room. It must be a local radio station that plays predominantly American popular music. We’ve heard everything from disco to Cab Calloway. In one restaurant we heard Louis Armstrong’s version of La Vie en Rose. Quelle sacrilège! No Edith Piaf? No Johnny Halliday? The Chinese restaurant we ate at tonight was playing The Eagles’ Greatest Hits album. I was surprised not to hear any British music (i.e., Beatles or Rolling Stones). Maybe this is their way of protesting the Brexit vote.

Yesterday as we were wandering around Vieux Lyon, I heard a brass band playing Jungle Boogie. We investigated further and found this motley crew playing in a park near the Cathedral of St. Jean.

From disco to klezmer, this band was hot.

From disco to klezmer, this band was hot.

After Jungle Boogie, they broke into a long klezmer tune staged as a gang rumble. The trombonist on the far right “killed” the clarinetist lying on the ground. (She lived to play another day.) This was by far the most fun street music I’d seen in quite a while. They earned our contribution to their open chest.

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