Nick's Blog

The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round (Jacobs Announces Retirement December 31st)

Okay, so the word is out, way way out, that my tenure at WMC/WRI is beginning to wane.  As I look toward the next chapter of my life, there is something that you all need to know.  The board has met with both leadership teams to reiterate their complete support of my position until I am no longer here.  What does that mean?  It's like the old saying, "It ain't over until it's over."  

Interestingly, when one of my senior leaders heard my plans, he turned to me and said, "I can see it now. In about a year after you are gone, there will be weeds growing in the fountains, the trees will all be cut down, and all of the bullies will rise again!"  In fact, the rubber band seems to have started to return to its original shape already.  Last week we had an employee make one of our most important sponsors the offer of an appointment sometime next year. That sponsor selected another physician at another facility.  We then had another employee inappropriately question a guest's intentions. 

Let me tell you that, until they pry my retired fingers from my presidential desk, the weeds will not take over, the bullies will not be tolerated, and anyone who does not demonstrate love and respect for our patients and their families will be offered a transfer to any of our neighboring hospitals.  There is NO ROOM here for tolerance of anything that does NOT produce an optimal healing environment, that is NOT PLANETREE in every way, that does not embrace the vision of prevention, wellness, respect, and love.

I'm sorry if I sound upset, but this is an extremely serious situation. If any of you believe that we can go back to being a "NORMAL" hospital and survive, your head is buried deeply in the sand.  If any of you think we can be unpleasant and continue to capture the imagination of our patients and their families, you are completely delusional.  We are engaged in a struggle that will not easily be put to rest.  There is an urgi-care center, a surgery center, and a medical mall being built less than two miles from our walls. 

This, my last regular WMC blog post, is directed to the 15 or 20 people who are falsely being lured into believing that those of us who have embraced this nearly Utopian philosophy will permit you to run rough shod over our healing environment.  We will not.  The 600 other employees who do get it WILL WIN, and I will not let go unless or until I am no longer in a position to influence our work.  Our search committee has been charged to look for a replacement that also embraces this vision.

Hospital Bullies take a Toll on Patient Safety

That was the title of an article written by JoNel Aleccia for MSNBC.com.  When I thought about writing this blog, a cold chill went down my spine. The last time I attempted to address this issue, I was attacked, not here, but from other places. My family was hassled, there were letters written to the paper, to my board, to the Medical Society and demands for apologies all around. This article, however, took a much tougher stand than I did, and made its point much better than I did as well. 

JoNel started by writing, "They're the bullies of the operating room, the brow beaters of bedside manner; doctors, nurses and other clinicians who make a habit of behaving badly."  Before you start sending me your hate E-mails and trying to get me fired, censured, and publicly whipped again, let me begin by saying that there are only about 4 to 6% of workers and staff nationwide who typically fall into this category, and, in our case, I can honestly and proudly say that at Windber Medical Center there are less than 1%, but that's not the point.  The point is that this type of behavior is still tolerated ANYWHERE. 

Ms. Aleccia goes on to say, "They yell, they cuss, they throw things. Or they engage in more subversive behaviors; ignoring questions, acting impatient, insulting colleagues or speaking to them in condescending tones."  Any of us in this industry who have not observed this behavior should please stand and be recognized.  Interestingly, the Joint Commission has recently taken a stand against bullying behavior with a first-ever alert, and the reason for their alert is patient safety.

Dr. Mark Chassin, President of the Joint Commission, says, "It's a problem that goes underreported, threatens patient safety and has become so ingrained in healthcare that it's rarely talked about."  (So, send your evil E-mails to Mark, and let me alone.)

Dianne Felblinger, an associate professor of nursing at the University of Cincinnati who studies medical intimidation goes on to state that "About 70% of nurses studied believe there's a link between disruptive behavior and adverse outcomes, and nearly 25 percent said there was a direct tie between the bad acts and patient mortality."

The great news is that Windber Medical Center's Administration, Medical Executive and Credentials Committees and Human Resources Department deal with these behaviors immediately. They do not and will not tolerate bullying.  Oh, and before we end this blog post, remember, this behavior is NOT limited to care givers; clearly, administrators, department heads, and others can be just as guilty.   

The advice given in the article is the same advice that we adhere to here at WMC as well.  When someone is disruptive we should simply say, "You know what...? That doesn't work here...And we're going to have to do this together as a team because that's what it's all about."

Amen!

I Fired a Fish This Week

The closest I’ve ever come to admitting my obsession with bullies came this week.  As I was walking toward the Men’s Room, my cell phone rang. Coincidentally, I was standing near a chair that was almost directly in front of one of our many fish tanks.  As the conversation went on, my eyes were drawn to the fish.  That’s when I noticed him; the biggest fish in the tank. He had little orange fins coming out of the bottom of its belly.  This dude was out of control.  He was chasing and biting every one of the fish in the tank, Alpha fish. 

This attacking went on during my entire conversation.  Chase, bite, chase bump, bite, chase; it was a flashback from my eighth grade year when some big, dumb junior used to grab my hat and throw it around the bus. Then, the coward would take my lunch and smash it into a baseball sized, brown wad of inedible nothingness.  He harassed me until I had one of my bigger friends threaten him one day. 

Now, this fish was really getting me riled up.  I was annoyed, then irritated, then exasperated, and finally infuriated.  What the heck?  This hospital is famous for treating its workforce, patients and physicians with dignity, compassion, and respect, and here was this bully fish chasing everyone around.  No matter where they went in the tank, he swam as fast as he could to scare and try to scar them.

 I went back to my office and ruminated for awhile about this aquatic creep, and my blood pressure kept going up until I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. No more. This fish had to go. I walked out to the tank and got the phone number of the fish tank maintenance people.  It was then that I realized that all of this was pretty silly. It is simply what nature is all about, survival of the fittest.  “Okay, alright, calm down, sleep on it,” I said to myself.  It’s just a big, mean, despicable fish. It’s not a person. It’s not disrupting the balance of life.  Just because it’s a wicked, shameful, loathsome, contemptible, wicked son of a #!%$ fish, there was no reason for me to continue to obsess over it.  

That night, I kept waking up, thinking about that fish and all of the nice little fish who were being attacked, threatened, and terrorized because of this storm trooper.  When I got to work, I walked into the office of the closest fish attendant, a wonderful employee who feeds them and makes sure the lights get turned on and off each day, and I said, “Get rid of the fish with the orange fins.”   She smiled and replied, “Really?”   “Yep, I want him fired,” I replied.  “Send him to some other fish tank full of fish that are bigger than he is.”  Just get him out of here!”   She laughed quietly, and said something like, “No one is safe when you’re in one of these moods.”

That day, the fish tank attendant came for a visit, placed our aquatic terrorist in a big plastic bag, and said, “Don’t you worry, I’ll take him to a safe place.”  Heck, safe was the last thing I wanted for this guy.  Later that afternoon, I was standing in front of the other fish tank at our research center and what I saw was nothing short of a war.  They made our orange finned guy look like Nemo.  “What’s this all about,” I asked our receptionist.  She smiled and said, “These are bad, bad fish. They are Cichlids, and all they do is chase each other all day, eat their young, and make life miserable."  No leadership there.  Fish tanks can be just like work.  Guess it depends on who you have for a boss.HTML