Working on Communication Skills in the Simulator

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CHAPTER 4 Working on Communication Skills in the Simulator

Picture yourself sitting in front of a person with a doctorate in education (EdD) from Harvard. This professor now holds joint appointments at MIT and Harvard.

The professor is not the Marquis de Sade or the Grand Inquisitor peppering you with rapid fire, trip-you-up, “where were you on the night of the 15th”? questions. This professor does not have you on the rack, is not holding a cat o’nine tails. No light is shining in your eyes. This professor is not standing over you, does not have you in a shorter chair, has not deprived you of sleep. This professor has not made you take a blood oath of allegiance to the Boston Red Sox. This professor has done nothing whatsoever to intimidate you; on the contrary, this professor has shown nothing but kindness to you.

You ask a question about the behavioral aspects of Simulation training.

“You know, I’ve studied all about the clinical end for years, the heart attacks and codes and stuff. But this behavioral business, how do I go about learning that?”

“Well”, the professor with ties to MIT and Harvard says, “you have to read.”

And the professor looks at you.

“Oh,” you say, “yeah.” And you squeak out a forced/embarrassed/moronic giggle. “Yeah, I guess, to learn something, it does, sort of, make sense that, you know, you, or me, that is, I would be, um, well advised to, uh, actually open a book and look at the words written in the book, which is what constitutes the act of, well, reading.”

“Yes,” the person with a doctorate in learning from the most hallowed institutions of learning in the world says, “reading in order to learn has a long track record.”

Who are we to argue with that?

You can’t just instantly know how to teach the behavioral part—or you could call it the “communication” part—of the Simulation experience. You need to study it, to read about it, just like you had to read about cardiac physiology or the autonomic nervous system.

An initial reaction might be, “Ah, to hell with that psycho-babble. I’m training people in the clinical arena! Codes! Shock! STAT! That’s the ticket. The Simulator was never meant to be a marijuana-laced, Haight-Ashbury-esque, harmonic convergence love fest. Nor is the Simulator meant to teach us how to talk ‘administrative-ese’ like a bunch of CPAs. So let’s skip the ‘getting in touch with our feelings’ and the ‘prioritization of goal-oriented intermediary assessment protocols.’ That’s all sissy stuff.”

You think to yourself, “Why should I read about this fluff at all? Real clinicians don’t give a *#! about that hooey anyway. Skip the ‘talk’ books, let’s put that Simulator into V-fib and freak out some students. Now that’s REAL learning!”

And, truth to tell, when you start to drift into this behavioral sea, you do hit some suspiciously “administrato-speak” sounding icebergs.

CRISIS RESOURCE MANAGEMENT

What’s this? Crisis and management in the same phrase? “Crisis,” which evokes images of the Hindenburg bursting into flames, bodies falling from the sky, people, still smoking, staggering out of the wreckage. “Oh the humanity!” And you couple that with “management”?

Management. Double entry ledgers. Setting minimum the wage. Breaking up the gang around the water cooler with a gruff, “Time is money.”

Crisis is a can of Coke that you shake up, then pop open all at once.

Management is a can of Coke you left sitting open in the fridge for 3 days.

Conceptualizing

Six syllables, in one word?

Spare me.

But the kicker in this is—this behavioral stuff really does matter. These phrases, although they come across as bloodless and limp, make a big difference in the crunch. And the more you read about behavioral psychology, negotiating under stress, working in teams, the more you realize we do need to know this stuff. When you see it all unfold in the Simulator, you become a true believer.

The Professor was right: “You have to read.”

Hmm. Where to now? Here are the questions:

Here is the answer to the first question: What should I read?

Here is an answer to the second question, “How do I make this reading ‘meaty’?”

Make the administrato-speak (crisis resource management, conceptualization) more vibrant. Put pure learning theory into something you can hold, bite, rend, dismember, eviscerate. Toward that lofty goal, here goes with a “Primer on Behavioral Stuff Writ Gritty for Medical Folk.”

Apologies to many and sundry great educators. Lifetimes of learning and entire careers went into all this cerebration. I bastardize, warp, distill, and distort all their fine work into a few punchy lessons. Their brilliant discourse morphs into so many sound bites.

Filet mignon covered in ketchup and served as a happy meal.

COMMUNICATION AND BEHAVIORAL STUFF WRIT GRITTY FOR MEDICAL FOLK

Learning

John Dewey, a great educator in the early 20th century, looked at the importance of experience in learning. A good way to learn is “trying to do something and having the thing perceptibly do something in return.” That is the siren song of the Simulator! You give epinephrine to the Simulator, and the Simulator responds with a jump in blood pressure and heart rate. John Dewey would love this stuff.

Bingo! Go into the Simulator, try to intubate a swollen airway, change the head position, try a different blade…. No go? Eventually you “trial and error” your way all the way to a surgical airway, placing a catheter into the Simulator’s cricothyroid membrane and starting jet ventilation.

Dewey said, “What is [needed is] an actual empirical situation as the initiating phase of thought.”

You want an empirical situation? How about a mannequin, generating breath sounds on his right side, no breath sounds on his left side, and, through a speaker, gasping and saying, “I can’t take a deep … breath … it’s … so hard to … I … just … can’t.” And up on the wall is a chest X-ray showing a pneumothorax and across the room is a computer-generated chart detailing the “patient’s” car wreck and rib fractures.

That’s a 4+ empirical situation for learning.

Again, Dewey: “No one has ever explained why children are so full of questions outside of the school … and the conspicuous absence of display of curiosity about the subject matter of school lessons.”

Link to the Simulator? Listen to people chattering away as they walk down the hall after a Simulator scenario.

“Oh man! I’m thinking vagal, then V tach!”

“Did you catch the temp rising?”

“How come you got the tube in—his mouth was like a rock!”

Compare that with your average “regular” lesson, a lecture.

“Any questions?”, the lecturer asks, looking around at a sea of glazed eyes and partially obstructed airways. “No? Sure? Anyone?”

“A difficulty is an indispensable stimulus to thinking,” Dewey wrote in 1916. Each Simulation scenario has just that—a diagnostic dilemma (is this asthma or CHF?), a treatment headache (do we go right to dantrolene, or do we see if malignant hyperthermia is really happening?), or an ethical problem (his saturation is dropping but he’s refusing intubation). And Simulator centers crank out difficulties by the boatload. The Harvard people describe 200 different scenarios. Duke’s Simulation center has a ton. Stanford, Houston, Tampa—all across the fruited plain—Simulation centers tap their evil genius to come up with new puzzlers for their students. And these Simulation centers share their wicked twists on their web sites, so Simulator learning metastasizes like a well vascularized malignancy.

You want difficulties?

We got difficulties.

Simulato-people dig their scenarios and jazz them up big time. They want to make Dewey’s “flux” memorable. And they don’t just ham it up, they breathe life into those scenarios.

“What the hell’s going on around here”, the medical attending bellows, “I didn’t want this guy intubated!”

“My head hurts so bad,” the voice from the Simulator says, “this is the worst headache in my life. Am I going to die, doctor? Is this a stroke?”

The more you read Dewey, the more you love the Simulator.

Another angle on learning: Draw an “emotional circle,” with low level emotions below—hanging out at Borders on a Saturday afternoon—and high level emotions above—hanging out at Hillary’s Step, (a steep rock incline about a thousand feet from Mount Everest’s summit) with your oxygen running low and a blizzard blowing in.

Most education is attained via reading and lectures. Plowing through a book or somnambulating through a lecture creates the “Borders” emotional state.

When you go into the Simulator, you get your dander up. You get pumped. Your emotions amp. Red zone. Hillary’s Step.

You remember your “Hillary’s Step” lessons. You tend to forget your “Borders” lessons.

Enter the Simulator

The Simulator slays time and chance. The Simulator can make sure you see the rare things and can make sure you get practice with, well, whatever your teachers want you to know.

An internal medicine professor wants to make sure all his residents see status asthmaticus progress all the way to respiratory failure. Shazam, the Simulator makes it happen.

An anesthesiology instructor wants to walk his residents through the much-dreaded “can’t intubate, can’t ventilate” sequence. Voila! Done.

An ER team wants to go through a terrorist attack drill with multiple codes happening at once. No problem.

And best of all, the Simulator can go through these scenarios at no risk to any patient. No one had to “allow” asthma to progress to respiratory failure. No one had to “fake” a lost airway and put an anesthetized patient at risk. And no zealous instructor had to go shoot up a crowd to get his mass casualties.

You kill the Simulator? Press the reset button, and Lazarus comes right back at you none the worse for wear.

And when you look at it from another angle, it makes sense that we practice on un-killable Simulators. With a Simulator, we are doing our first learning on a pretend person. We are doing our first drive in a pretend car, our first flight in a pretend plane.

As medical folk, sooner or later we have to learn by practicing. And because our job involves working on people, it means that, gulp, we learn by practicing on real people.

That’s a tough sell to the public.

The public doesn’t mind that you learn by practicing on real people. So long as it’s other real people. Not me real people. And no matter how you look at it, everyone is me people. So it makes sense that we practice on the only non-me people out there—the Simulator.

Show Me the Money

A psychologist named Lia DiBello, working with the National Science Foundation, took the idea of “business simulation” to three floundering companies: a biotech firm, a foundry, and a nuclear fuel producer. First, DiBello pegged what was going on—she nailed the “error.”

At the biotech firm, half the people thought the company was a research firm, and the other half thought it was a commercial enterprise. The left hand didn’t know what the right hand was doing.

The foundry had inefficient molds and generated too much scrap. Bosses in the office didn’t know what was going on the “floor” of the factory. Floor workers didn’t realize the impact of these inefficiencies on the company’s profits. The left hand didn’t care what the right hand was doing.

In the nuclear fuel company (God Almighty, I hope they get it right!), managers from various departments feuded and sniped at each other. The left hand was beating the hell out of the right hand.

Now go to the three questions.

3. How could a Simulator “save the day”? Psychologist DiBello went to work. (her company, in San Diego, is called Workforce Transformation Research and Innovation—www.wtri.com; e-mail: contactWTRI@wtri.com; telephone: 619-232-8054.) She set up intense business simulations where everyone had to work together. Like it or not, the right hand and the left hand had to cooperate.

The biotech firm had to do a Simulation exercise designed by the fine people of WTRI. Research and development had to pay attention to financial realities and design something that would actually sell. Then they had to get the goods out on time, assess whether the product was selling, and dump the unprofitable junk. Now everyone, even the research people, were working toward a profit. Guess what? After the exercise, the company started making a real, not a simulated, profit.

At the foundry, the floor workers had to do a Simulation where they designed more efficient molds. Voila! They generated less scrap, saved money, and took this lesson back to the factory. And now the foundry is in the black. Uh, as in black ink, not black soot.

In nuclear-ville, DiBello’s Simulation forced the various managers to work together. They had to, well, perform the managerial equivalent of a fusion reaction. No explosion occurred, thank goodness, and the company went on to enjoy financial success.

Well hot diggity dog, the Simulator did come to the rescue!

Could a Medical Simulator work similar magic?

Hell yes! Medical Simulators are the greatest thing since pizza delivery. Medical Simulators walk on water, and the water doesn’t have to be frozen when they do it.

Well, perhaps I’m given over to a modicum of hyperbole, but a medical Simulator could certainly help.

Workforce Transformation Research and Innovation has identified and solved big, expensive problems in industry. By getting disparate elements to work together in a Simulation, they have succeeded in the prime dictum of business: “Take care of the bottom line.”

Time for us to take the hint. We should use the Simulator to make our disparate medical elements work together. That way we can succeed in the prime dictum of medicine: “Take care of the patient.”

A Samovar with Attitude

The Soviet take on nuclear safety should raise an eyebrow or two. One manager of a nuclear reactor said, “A nuclear reactor is just a samovar.” (An ornate kind of teapot used in Russia.)

On April 26, 1986, the samovar at Chernobyl served up a nasty brew. The managers decided to do a safety test that day (note the irony). During the safety test, a series of glitches occurred. The engineers:

And the design of the reactor itself had a basic design flaw: As the reactor overheated, the nuclear reaction sped up. That is, there was no feedback loop to stop a runaway reaction.

A 9-foot thick concrete shield on top of the reactor blew off and fell to the ground with, one assumes, a loud sound. A total of 45 people died right then or over the next few months, and thousands would likely die from cancer from the released radiation.

Children in that area of the Ukraine have to look at painted pictures of trees on the walls in their schools because they are not allowed to walk in the woods. Too much radiation out there.

To this day.

How Did this Error “Evolve”?

It is easy with this “mother of all disasters” to fall into the trap of error analysis—assign blame to the lowest level engineers, the last guys to press the buttons.

And when you jump into this “blame game,” you can’t help but feel good. Something terrible happened. You have someone at whom you can point your finger. Maybe sue them, fire them, imprison them. Maybe some irate relative will even whack them. Hey, great, we killed the bad guys, just like in some Clint Eastwood movie.

So everything’s OK now, right?

Well, no.

It’s satisfying to nail it all on that last poor jerk, but it doesn’t do any good. A flawed system brought about this “tempest in a samovar” and only a system analysis can fix it. So go back as far as you can, find every element that contributed to the blow-out, and work your fix from there.

How Could Such an Error Evolve in Medicine?

A medical pipeline crossover unfolds just like a mini-Chernobyl. And, just like Chernobyl, the solution lies in a system review. Find out how the system made it happen and fix the system. Don’t just take one poor fellow out and hang him from the yardarm.

Here’s our medical Chernobyl.

Just as in our initial reaction to Chernobyl, the first thing you want to do is blame someone. Stupid anesthesiologist! Stupid plumber!

Fine. Do that. Sue them, ruin them. But no one’s any safer than before. You have not fixed the system.

A system fix goes like this.

Charge of the Light Brigade

Now we shift gears a little and look at errors in military history.

“Attack what? What guns, Sir?”

Industry gave us some errors to analyze. And there’s a certain thrill in turning a company around. Profits are nice.

The Chernobyl paradigm cranked the whole subject up a notch. Error analysis takes on genuine palpable significance as a 9 foot thick chunk of burning, radioactive concrete falls on your head.

But to really sink your teeth into the land of the mondo error, go military. From sticks and rocks, to arrows and javelins, through muskets and bayonets, and all the way up to our smart bombs and night-vision laser-guided missiles, man has always put some innovative thought into killing his fellow man. Whether you ride in the Pharaoh’s war chariot, the German Tiger tank, or the Stealth bomber, the military goal is always the same—kill the other guy, don’t get killed yourself.

Errors in the military world are easy to spot. Ask Custer’s troopers scattered around the hills and ravines of the Little Bighorn. Ask Pickett’s infantrymen carpeting the ground on Cemetery Ridge in Gettysburg.

Let’s do a “system” review on the charge that inspired Lord Tennyson’s most famous poem, The Charge of the Light Brigade.

How Did this Error “Evolve”?

October 25, 1854 found Britain and France at war with Russia. Troops faced each other on the Crimean Peninsula, a part of southern Russia jutting into the Black Sea. A British detachment of cavalry, the Light Brigade, about 600 mounted men, faced Russian lines near the Russian city of Balaclava.

The British officers in charge of the British cavalry, Lord Cardigan (yes, of cardigan sweater fame) and Captain Lewis Nolan were described as follows: “Two such fools could hardly be picked out of the British Army.” Oh, and if that weren’t bad enough, they hated each other. Another cavalry officer thrown into this stew was one named Lord Lucan, who also hated Nolan.

Above these three squabbling ninnies was another officer, Lord Raglan (no sweater named after him), who had earned the unofficial title “Lord Look-On” because he couldn’t figure out what was going on during battle and so would often just have his troops sit there and do nothing. Everyone hated him for this, and he hated them back.

So everybody hated everybody, and no one knew anything.

On the big day, the battle had begun, and all the involved officers were clueless. Other British troops had attacked one part of the Russian line, and the Russians were retreating. But a lot of the other Russian lines were intact. At this time, armies used black powder for their muskets and their cannons, so there was much smoke, noise, and confusion.

So Lord Raglan (Lord Look-On, who never knew when to do what) ordered an attack “to the front.” He gave the message to Captain Lewis Nolan (one of the “Two such fools could hardly be picked out of the British Army”), who gave the message to another guy, Lord Lucan, the guy Nolan hated. And then to Lord Cardigan (the other of the “Two such fools….”).

So, at this point, the entire “Command and Control” is in place for a complete fiasco.

Then, the following communications occurred.

And die they did: 607 rode down into the valley, 346 rode out.

How Could such an Error Evolve in Medicine?

It was the blind leading the blind when the Light Brigade charged into the Valley of Death near Balaclava. Personal resentments, incompetence, lost communication, fear of questioning “superiors”—it all added up. And empty saddles turned into epic poetry.

We’ve emptied saddles in the hospital with the same petty squabbles, lost communications, and fear of questioning superiors. Try this out for a “Medical Balaclava.”

How Could a Simulator Help Here?

The Simulator can jump through only so many airway and hemodynamic hoops. With the right Simulato-people, the Simulator can jump through an entire Light Brigade of behavioral hoops.

Based on the above (I blush to say), real-life catastrophe, you can arrange the Simulato-people in any way. You bring to life real take-home lessons.

All this you can act out, critique, and discuss in the Simulator. Use the Simulator to stay out of the Valley of Death.

Yapping

Well, in medical circles, sometimes talking the talk is walking the walk.

You’re the doc, you have to now talk the talk.

Can a Simulator experience help you out here? Can anything help you navigate through such rough weather?

And it’s not just a question of breaking horrible news to patients. There are other tough clinical scenarios that require skill and tact.

A patient is clearly circling the drain—saturation dropping, respirations shallow, fizzling blood pressure. You know you have to intubate to save the patient, but the patient is saying, “I don’t want that.” His son is saying, “Do everything for Dad.”

A code is in full swing, then the floor charge nurse runs in and says, “This patient is a no code!” and you stop resuscitative efforts. Fifteen minutes later, you find out the patient in the next bed was a no code, and the nurse grabbed the wrong chart.

An anesthesia colleague just had quintuplets and keeps showing up to work exhausted. Time and again you come into the OR and his head is on the machine—he’s sound asleep. What do you tell him? Do you recommend he be fired?

Each of these situations requires talking skills, negotiating skills, thinking skills. At first blush, these “talking assignments” seem absolutely impossible. (How the hell do you explain a catastrophe, a real iatrogenic disaster?)

Well, like any other tough clinical task, you can learn to handle it. Truth to tell, you have to learn to handle it. And, yes, you can do it in a Simulator setting. Some would involve an actual Simulator mannequin (for example, the deteriorating patient who doesn’t want to be intubated), and others would involve actors in a conference room (for example, the daughter of the brain-damaged sleep apnea patient).

However it’s done, it’s worth learning to talk the talk.

The two-DVD set, How to Deal with Anger & Other Emotions, takes on the toughest talking assignments you could ever possibly handle. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: I highly recommend getting this DVD set. Learn its lessons. Use the set to teach your residents and medical students.)

This superb teaching vehicle has developed a mnemonic, CONES, for “have to tell” situations.

This might look neat and tidy, but no rugged explanation fits into neat pigeonholes. Emotion pokes its head into every phase of the conversation. (Wouldn’t you get emotional if you were getting bad news?)

The How to Deal with Anger and other Emotions DVD set lays out eight scenarios. In each, the explaining doctor uses the CONES technique. (He is the most unflappable and professional speaker I’ve ever seen. This guy could probably talk his way past St. Peter at the Pearly Gates no matter how stained his soul!)

To respect their copyright, I’ll create my own scenarios and use of the CONES technique. And to throw the CONES technique in relief, I’ll show how to do it wrong first.

Caveat: Certain medical professionals do not need to learn this information. Scan the list below and see if you belong.

If you don’t belong to that list, read on.

Any doctor in clinical practice has had a few train crashes, just as Thomas the Train jumps the tracks in Figure 4-5. Let’s read about a case where the Thomas the Train crash involved a finger.

First, How to Do It Wrong: A Lost Finger

Mr. O’Shaughnessy entered the hospital for a radical prostatectomy. His arms were tucked for the procedure. At the end of the operation, with his arms still tucked, the foot of the bed was brought up.

His right index finger got squished and amputated.

The patient woke up in the PACU in so much pain from his prostate operation that it took him a while to register his hand pain.

Back on the floor now, Mr. O’Shaughnessy noticed that his left hand had five digits, and his now-throbbing right hand had but four!

Something’s amiss!

“What happened?” Mr. O’Shaughnessy asked the floor nurse.

The floor nurse didn’t know, he had just come on shift. Maybe the nurse from the last shift knew.

No luck there.

Did the surgeon know? No, the surgeon was busy, hard to reach, and when finally contacted didn’t want to talk about it.

The next morning on rounds, the surgeon looked at “Mr. O’S’s bandages” in the perineum and didn’t talk at all about the hand.

The anesthesiologist on the case was so freaked out by this thing that he stuck his head in the sand and refused to see the patient.

“What happened?” Mr. O’Shaughnessy kept asking. “What happened to my finger, will someone just tell me?”

Surgeon—nope.

Anesthesiologist—gone.

Nurse from OR—nope.

This one, that one, the other one, the administrator, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief—nobody knows nuthin’!

Mr. O’Shaughnessy sued.

At the trial, he said, “I know things can go wrong. And I was so thankful to get through that big operation alive, I wanted to hug everyone at that hospital.

“If someone had just sat down with me and told me what happened to my finger, then that would have been that. But no one talked to me.”

Let’s Take a Different Tack, the CONES Approach

C—Context

Anesthesiologist and surgeon enter the patient’s room after his amputated finger is cleaned and dressed. Mr. O’Shaughnessy has enough pain meds on board to be comfortable but not so much that he’s woozy and out of it.

The doctors turn off the TV, close the door, and pull up their chairs. Mr. O’Shaughnessy’s wife is present. The kids are out in the waiting room, so they can be informed soon after.

O—Opening shot

“We’re here to talk to you today about what happened to your hand.”

This is, after all, the issue that draws everyone together. No beating around the bush and inquiring after other things—the surgical drains, the sore throat from the endotracheal tube.

N—Narrative

The surgeon starts out, “We had finished the operation and were getting ready to wake you up. We were taking notes on how much fluid you’d gotten, how much blood you’d lost, making sure you were doing OK.”

Then the anesthesiologist takes up the thread, “Part of the operation is putting the foot of the bed down, then at the end we put the foot of the bed up. There’s an elbow there, and when that elbow folded up, your finger got pinched in there and cut off. At the time, I was watching your vital signs and breathing, and I didn’t check under the blankets, where your finger was getting hurt.”

“You were still asleep from the anesthetic, so you couldn’t let us know we were pinching your finger.”

“The circulating nurse saw the blood when she pulled off the blanket,” the surgeon says, “and that’s when we saw the damage. I asked the anesthesiologist to keep you asleep and let the hand doctor look over your finger and see if he could reattach it. But the hand doctor said the damage was too much, so he cleaned it up and closed it to keep out infection.”

That’s it. Just a chronology of the events, with some additions on what the doctors were thinking at the time. Not editorializing or excusing, just explaining.

E—Emotions

“I know this must be a terrible shock to you,” the anesthesiologist says. “You came in here for a prostate operation, and here you have lost a finger.”

Acknowledge the anger the patient must feel. (Think how you would feel if this had happened to you.)

“Here you have pain that you expected from your prostate operation,” the surgeon adds, “and now there’s this terrible pain in your hand too. That has to be so maddening.”

S—Strategy and summary

“So where do we go from here,” the anesthesiologist says. “We are certainly going to review our policy on making sure we are more careful when we lift the foot of the bed from now on.”

The surgeon takes it from there, “We’ll have the hand surgeon come by and make sure your injured hand is taken care of. We’re terribly sorry this occurred and want you to know that. If you need help with management of your pain, we’ll have a pain specialist see you. And if any questions come up or other problems, here’s my card, with my own cell phone on it. Call anytime.”

Both doctors stand and shake, well, O’Shaughnessy’s left hand. Making that physical connection is important. You are making a link with the patient. OK, a screw-up happened, but at least you’ve been up front and honest about it. You’ve told him what happened, how it happened, and what you intend to do about it.

This CONES episode went smooth as silk, but of course it assumed a completely silent and accepting patient, who never once spoke up, protested, or complained.

A cardboard cutout patient, not a real one.

Here goes the same episode with more realistic patient reactions.

C—Context

Anesthesiologist and surgeon enter the patient’s room after his amputated finger is cleaned and dressed. Mr. O’Shaughnessy has enough pain meds on board to be comfortable but not so much that he’s woozy and out of it.

“God damn, it’s about time you got in here,” Mr. O’Shaughnessy says.

“What the hell did you do to my husband?” Mrs. O’Shaughnessy shouts, “You’re operating on his prostate and you cut off his finger. Who’s watching him, huh? Do I have to go in there and make sure you don’t cut him to pieces?”

The doctors turn off the TV, close the door, and pull up their chairs. The kids are out in the waiting room, so they can get informed soon after.

O—Opening shot.

“We’re here to talk to you today about what happened to your hand.”

“You sure as hell ARE here to talk about my hand,” Mr. O’Shaughnessy says, “or at least what’s left of it. You’ll excuse me if I don’t ‘give you five’ for a job well done!”

This is, after all, the issue that draws everyone together. No beating around the bush and inquiring after other things—the surgical drains, the sore throat from the endotracheal tube.

N—Narrative

The surgeon starts out, “We had finished the operation and were getting ready to wake you up. We were taking notes on how much fluid you’d gotten, how much blood you’d lost, making sure you were doing OK.”

“Did you count the blood he lost when you squashed his hand?” Mrs. O’Shaughnessy says, “God, never in a million years.”

Then the anesthesiologist takes up the thread: “Part of the operation is putting the foot of the bed down, then at the end we put the foot of the bed up. There’s an elbow there, and when that elbow folded up your finger got pinched in there and was cut off. At the time, I was watching your vital signs and breathing, and I didn’t check under the blankets, where your finger was getting hurt.”

“You were still asleep from the anesthetic, so you couldn’t let us know we were pinching your finger.”

“The circulating nurse saw the blood when she pulled off the blanket,” the surgeon says, “and that’s when we saw the damage. I asked the anesthesiologist to keep you asleep and let the hand doctor look over your finger and see if he could reattach it. But the hand doctor said the damage was too much, so he cleaned it up and closed it to keep out infection.”

That’s it. Just a chronology of the events, with some additions on what the doctors were thinking at the time. Not editorializing or excusing, just explaining.

E—Emotions

“I know this must be a terrible shock to you,” the anesthesiologist says. “You came in here for a prostate operation, and here you have lost a finger.”

“Easy for you to say it’s a shock, I’m the guy who looks like a freak now,” Mr. O’Shaughnessy says.

Acknowledge the anger the patient must feel. (Think how you would feel if this had happened to you.)

“Here you have pain that you expected from your prostate operation,” the surgeon adds, “and now there’s this terrible pain in your hand too. That has to be so maddening.”

“Well, it is maddening,” Mr. O’Shaughnessy says, “but hell, at least someone’s giving me some answers. Where do we go from here? Cut off one on the other side to make me look even?”

S—Strategy and summary

“So where do we go from here?” the anesthesiologist says. “We are certainly going to review our policy on making sure we are more careful when we lift the foot of the bed from now on.”

Then the surgeon takes it from there, “We’ll have the hand surgeon come by and make sure your injured hand is taken care of. We’re terribly sorry this occurred and want you to know it. If you need help with management of your pain, we’ll have a pain specialist see you.”

Both doctors stand and shake, well, O’Shaughnessy’s left hand. Making that physical connection is important. You are making a link with the patient. OK, a screw-up happened, but at least you’ve been up front and honest about it. You’ve told him what happened, how it happened, and what you intend to do about it.

“Well, OK fellas, thanks for stopping by,” Mr. O’Shaughnessy says, “but be more careful next time, will ya? I’ve never played the piano before, but if I ever decide to learn,” he holds up his hands and wiggles his 9 fingers, “I’m already behind the 8 ball.”

Humor’s good! Not that explaining a medical error should turn into a Comedy Central routine, but humor shows you’ve kept a relationship with a patient.

That’s what CONES is all about, keeping a relationship with a patient. It’s not a trick for bamboozling a patient. It’s not smoke and mirrors to hide a mistake. It’s not a miracle to “make it all better.” No matter what happens, no matter the news, you want to keep that door open to the patient or that family.

CONES holds that door open.

Negotiating

Chernobyl was a samovar with attitude.

Negotiating is yapping with attitude.

Medical folk negotiate and need to know the craft. A detour into the business world can help. The Douglas Stone, Bruce Patton, and Sheila Heen book Difficult Conversations: How to Discuss What Matters Most does us a world of good. These clever cusses hail from Harvard, and their book ended up on the New York Times business bestseller list, so they must have something going on. Let’s fast rope right into the heart of this puppy, lift their best ideas, give them a medical twist, then get out quick before they notice we’re peeking.

(While they’re siccing their lawyers on me, some of you go out and buy their book, so they won’t be able to accuse me of hurting their sales.)

To bite the head off this book and suck its guts out, let’s look at a typical medical negotiation. Then let’s rip-off, er, borrow, the lessons learned from our Harvard brethren.

An Intensive Care Unit Anywhere in the US of A

Surgeon: “Go to hell!”

Anesthesiologist: “No, YOU go to hell!”

OK, let’s tap the vast fields of Harvardian knowledge to analyze this negotiation. What can we, as medical professionals, draw from this discourse?

First, using the techniques included in Difficult Conversations, we’ll look at the short version of this ICU conversation.

Applied to this mini-conversation, then, the Difficult Conversations approach might look like this.

Well, according to the surgeon, the anesthesiologist’s a moron. And according to you, the surgeon is a moron. To me, looking from the outside, I see a pair of morons.

Hard to draw much from that. We’ll need to flesh out circumstances a little to make sense of this ICU mini-drama.

The Case in Point

Hiram McGillicutty is a 59-year-old man who’s led a life ill-advised and poorly executed. Demon liquor is no stranger to Hiram, nor is the nefarious tobacco plant. As if that weren’t enough, Hiram has been looking for love in all the wrong places and has become a frequent flyer at the sexually transmitted disease clinic.

And now Mr. McGillicutty, after many errors in judgment and yet more forays into the sins of the flesh, has come to this. He resides on a ventilator. Two weeks ago, he entered the hospital with hemoptysis, was found to have a lung tumor, and had a lobectomy. His health, frail in the best of times and little helped by his largely liquid diet in the outside world, is now so bad that he can’t wean from the ventilator.

Caring for Mr. McGillicutty are an anesthesiologist and a surgeon, now at loggerheads about a clinical decision.

From day 1, these two specialists have gone at it hammer and tongs. The surgeon wanted a thoracic epidural to help with pain control, but the anesthesiologist didn’t want to place one for fear of some bleeding into the epidural space. “Humph,” the surgeon says, “if the anesthesiologist had a little guts, that epidural would have helped with pain control, McGillicutty would be able to take bigger breaths, and we wouldn’t be in this fix now!”

Blood loss was high during the operation, and the anesthesiologist is still steaming about that. “Humph, a better surgeon would have kept that bleeding down, and McGillicutty wouldn’t be in this fix now!”

Clashes continued over nutrition, sedation meds, talking with the family, and discharge plans. Even the written chart, the Holy of Holies, is getting sprinkled with barbed comments.

“Will defer to anesthesia regarding patient’s ongoing delirium, probably secondary to anesthetic medications.”

“Will request dietary help, as surgery department seems to think low lipids will help this cachectic man who clearly needs lipids.”

And now things have come to a head in, of all places, the tippy toes.

On rounds that morning, the anesthesiologist noted that McGillicutty’s toenails are tremendously long, curling all the way around and digging into the meat of his toes.

“Well, this man may live rough on the outside, but now he’s under our care, and we have to take care of him,” the anesthesiologist says, “let’s get Podiatry in here to clip those toenails.”

When the surgeon hears this, he blows a gasket, “A Podiatry consult, on a guy ventilator-bound forever more! What a waste. Just soak his feet a little and forget about it. God Almighty, what next, a Plastic Surgery consult for a nose job on this guy?”

They meet in the hallway and exchange views, leading to the (now famous) discussion.

“Go to hell.”

“No, you go to hell.”

Let’s go back and use the Difficult Conversations approach, now that we know a little more. [AUTHOR’S NOTE: my listing of the nine steps is a gross oversimplification of their best-selling book. I’m just trying to demonstrate their main ideas in a clinical venue.]

For argument’s sake, my negotiating angle is from the point of the view of the anesthesiologist.

2. Look at the emotions involved.

Nothing puts on the blinders like emotion. I, as clinician, as doctor helping take care of Mr. McGillicutty, have an emotional stake in this patient. And if I see things one way, and that damned SOB of a surgeon sees it another way; well, then, to hell with the surgeon!

Take a minute to recognize this emotion, let it wash over and past you, then move on. I recognize I’m wound up about this, but I should be big enough to rise above these emotions and, gulp, stop arguing for a minute and look at things from the surgeon’s point of view.

That surgeon, too, has been working on Mr. McGillicutty for a while. He first saw Hiram when he initially came in, so he’s actually known the patient longer than I have. The surgeon has had to deal with a lot of frustration with this case and is wound up too.

The devil’s not as black as he’s painted when you sit down and talk with him.

All that blood loss I was complaining about? Well, the tumor was more stuck down than you could tell from the CT scan. McGillicutty is bad protoplasm, and nothing works with him, nothing gets better, nothing is easy. No free lunch ever, and the complications just keep on coming.

So this request for a Podiatry consult comes across as a flippant thing, in the light of all of Hiram’s “real” problems.

OK, we’re talking now, not just yelling at each other. And now I know a little about what the surgeon’s thinking and he might be just that much more receptive to me since I’ve taken time to listen to him.

The ice is breaking.

The discussion then goes from a finger-pointing shouting match to a collegial discussion, using the main points of Difficult Conversations. After a time, Podiatry comes, clips the nails, and the feet improve. Later, Hiram improves enough to work his way off the ventilator, to live to fight another day!

Hooray for Mr. McGillicutty!

Now, does the anesthesiologist gloat, do the post-touchdown victory dance, and stick his tongue out at the surgeon?

No! This is the time to capitalize on the success of good communication! Rather than lording my “success” at “showing the surgeon up,” I enjoy McGillicutty’s success as a co-victory for both of us doctors!

We helped get Hiram better. And in the future, we’ll work even better together!

[To repeat, here. The above scenario is not a replacement for the many lessons from Difficult Conversations, and I take this time to encourage you to buy this book or borrow it from the library.]

Wait a minute! What the heck does this have to do with a book on Simulators? How can you “do” this scenario with a Simulator?

Substitute the mannequin for “Hiram” and have the discussion at his bedside or out in the hallway with an actor playing the surgeon.

And now to let you in on a little secret.

The above scenario played out exactly as described when I was working in an intensive care unit shortly after I finished my training at Emory. A homeless person with terrible hygiene was stuck on a ventilator. I insisted we clean him from head to toe.

“He may be dirty out there, but now he’s our responsibility. Make him neat as a pin.”

During the cleaning we discovered the toenail problem.

A kind Podiatrist fixed the patient’s feet; and, I’ll be damned, right after that the patient got off the ventilator! The low level infection must have been just enough of a “septic burden” to keep the patient stuck on the ventilator. Fix the infection, fix the septic burden. voila! A cure.

Living

This is the last of the “Behavioral Stuff Writ Gritty for Medical Folk.”

True confession time—this is not exactly Simulator material. It is, rather, just a damned good behavioral lesson for anyone anywhere, medical or otherwise. Just as we rappelled into Difficult Conversations to extract some useful ideas, now we’re going to grab the rope again and jump into The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.

Stephen R. Covey touches a real nerve with his discussion of how to lead a more effective life. (I got the book on tape, and Covey himself does the reading. Damned great it is, too, and worth listening to more than once!) Because the Simulator teaches medical professionals, and because medical professionals lead such hectic and stressful lives, it’s worth looking at Covey’s insights. I’ll try to weave his ideas into a medical setting.

His seven habits are:

Sharpen the saw.

Put into a medical professional’s life, Covey’s seven habits could look like this: