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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

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By far the best summary of violence against ED nurses was published in the Journal of Nursing Administration July/August 2009 by Jessica Gacki-Smith MPH, et. al. Their documentation of the scope of the problem, their identification of the causes, their identification of the barriers to change, and their documentation cannot be faulted, in my opinion. I would like to quote from their conclusions,

“Most important, federal and state laws to protect ED nurses from violence are needed to address this issue. Whereas some states have made assault of a nurse a felony, other states do not have such stringent laws in place to adequately protect nurses. Unfortunately, legislation such as this is often passed only after a tragic incident against a nurse takes place. To make this a legislative priority, leaders of nursing organizations need to use their government affairs departments to heighten legislator’s awareness. Without legislative action at the state and federal level and innovative strategies at the hospital and department level, there can be no realistic hope of significantly decreasing ED violence.”


As helpful as this summary position is, it lacks an action plan. Without an action plan, nothing happens. It’s second flaw is it fails to set priorities. We are not going to solve all the issues of ED violence with a list of everything that needs to be done by somebody else. Unfortunately, almost nothing has changed since the publication of this landmark study in 2009. Healthcare violence is at an all-time high. Let me ask you a simple question. Would you rather have strict laws punishing someone who assaulted you, or would you rather not be assaulted in the first place? Prevention is more important than punishment. That is why you should concentrate on armed guards, metal detectors, and bullet proof glass first.

I believe that it is time to make decisions and stop expecting a state by state solution. This is incredibly time-consuming and requires a patron saint in Congress from most states. Changes usually do not come about that way in medicine in this country. There are so many agencies in our government that could have taken a leadership role with this violence problem, but they failed to do so because we, the healthcare workers, would not agree on an action plan. It doesn’t help that all of these agencies are filled with people who represent the groups that the agency is supposed to be regulating.

To solve a problem somebody or some group must take ownership of it. They must make it their priority and single-mindedly push for its implementation. Let me give you one example. Emergency nursing organizations and emergency physician organizations have been sitting on the fence over the issue of armed guards, bullet-proof glass, and metal detectors for a decade. Every position paper calls for an evaluation or consideration of these basic steps at preventing violence. I have already covered in a previous post the irrationality of saying that anyone or any group of people can predict where the next disaster will occur, or where a mentally ill person with lots of bullets will want to share his pain. In short, all hospitals, big and small, need the same protection for their staff.

Doesn’t it make sense, after an entire decade of evaluation by Homeland Security, that we accept the reality that physical barriers, metal detectors, and armed guards are remarkably efficient at preventing violence and loss of life? If these measures are good enough for every airport in the country and every government building, shouldn’t they be proficient in hospitals? We need these measures to prepare for those unpredictable disasters, when the lights go out, more people carry guns, and local anarchy breaks out.

The argument that having an armed guard somehow causes violence has been thoroughly discredited by a decade of safe air travel in America. The concept of controlling bad behavior by showing strength has been verified years ago. Hospitals, of course, do not want to pay for such alterations or three shifts of certified, uniformed armed guards. They don’t want employees to sue patients. They don’t want to be sued themselves by patients. They want to pretend that the waiting room and treatment area are safe places when statistics say just the opposite. Their position is entirely motivated by their view of the financial implications of installing these security features, not by concern for employee safety.

Physicians have fears that their contract with a hospital will be in jeopardy if they support something that will cost their hospital millions. They are concerned that having stretcher patients checked with a wand and having everyone who enters the waiting room pass through a metal detector will slow down patient flow. I would say that the national average waiting time of several hours leaves plenty of time for patients to be screened.

The nurses want protection but they will not endorse the only tools we have that have proven effectiveness for the job.

Is there anyone out there who doubts that JCAHO and CMS could have forced these changes if the nursing organizations and physician organizations had demanded them? Medicare is the major facilitator of patient-safety improvement in hospitals. Because hospitals must be accredited by JCAHO and undergo regulatory review by the CMS to participate in Medicare, and because Medicare accounts for at least 40 per cent of hospitals’ total revenues, hospitals must meet JCAHO’s requirements.

Part of JCAHO’s mission statement says “To transform healthcare into a high reliability industry by developing highly effective, durable solutions to health care’s most critical safety and quality problems in collaboration with health care organizations by disseminating the solutions widely and by facilitating their adoption. “Facilitating” means they fine a hospital for not conforming to their regulations.

CMS pays the bills. Because it pays the bills it can enforce just about any change that it wants onto every hospital in the country. Have you forgotten DRGs? Years ago Medicare began adopting regulations that reduced the payments to hospitals under certain conditions. Perhaps you recall the program to reduce certain hospital infections and medical errors which began in 2007. My point is two fold. First, hospitals should bear the financial cost of making their workplace safe. OSHA says that they are responsible for the safety of their employees. They have failed miserably at this because no one has given them an offer they could not refuse.

Second, CMS and JCAHO already have in their mission statements the authority to make new regulations that affect safety. It is the job of doctor and nursing organizations to be specific about what we want, and have the data to back up why they must have it. We have the data to back up our need in this case, but we have not taken a stand for specific action. First we need a list of those things that we believe are minimum requirements for a secure working area. Then we must sell this list to JCAHO and CMS. They must refine our work and produce their own list in the form of new regulations. Hospitals could be given a period of time to present their plans to meet the new regulations and a period of time to make the changes. If these changes do not occur, CMS can withhold payments to any non-compliant hospital.

Are you waiting for your hospital to spend big money out of the goodness of their hearts to protect you, the employee? Without question, hospital resistance to change has been the major factor in our arrival at the point where our workplace is the most dangerous in America. We, those who work in the pit, need the leverage that only these two agencies can apply.

Boarding admitted patients in the ED has been a constant thorn in the ED for decades. Hospitals save money by dumping the management of admitted complex ICU and floor patients onto an already overburdened ED nurse. This causes delays in the treatment of new ED patients, often resulting in confrontations and violence. The ENA has got to say “No more” loudly. All it takes is one JCAHO or CMS regulation making boarding patients illegal and punishable by fines and there would be a huge decompression in EDs. We can’t be all things to all people all the time.

At the present time, hospital marketers seem to look for ways to make the ED more difficult to work in. Without a thought about the potential violent consequences of relatives and friends wandering in and out of the treatment area without armed guards or metal detectors, hospitals are forcing more lenient visitation practices on overstressed EDs. Do any of these marketers realize that this policy needlessly exposes people to the largest collection of the most deadly and resistant organisms in the community? Do they know that most people who are murdered are killed by someone they know? Hospitals are not going to stop doing these things until someone with the muscle to back it up forces a visitation policy that recognizes both infectious disease risks and violence risks. We now have boyfriends insisting on sitting in on their girlfriend’s pelvic exam. This prevents the doctor from asking about abuse. Medical directors have less and less to say about how their ED is run. The marketers have taken over. They do not have a clue regarding the implications of the policies they are shoveling.

In previous posts I have plainly outlined how EMTALA, diplomatically immune alcoholics, and the loss of funding for addiction, homeless, and psychiatric programs continue to concentrate potentially violent patients in the ED. Boarding patients is no longer defensible. It is not safe for the patient, whose ED nurse does not have time to complete all of the admission orders and do her primary job at the same time. JCAHO and CMS should have ended this practice a long time ago, but they won’t as long as emergency nurses are not willing to stand up for what is best for the patient. Hospitals want to continue doing this, and they will fight it tooth and nail. For them, it is a financial decision. Emergency nurses should seek what is best for the admitted patient and new arrivals. If you insist, CMS and JCAHO have the authority to promulgate and implement regulations against boarding. They can force your hospital to support your case for assault by a patient. They can change the attitude of hospitals toward safety for their employees.

If there was a way to insure a safe workplace for nurses without armed guards, metal detectors, and bullet-proof glass I would certainly endorse it. But there is no such thing. I wish that people didn’t try to steal babies from the nursery. I wish that half of all the patients in the ED after midnight were not intoxicated. But wishing and hoping are not going to produce any results with violence toward healthcare workers. The old days of allowing visitors nearly unlimited access to patient areas are over. We must accept the reality of violence lurking everywhere and stop wishing that things were like they were thirty years ago. Nothing is going to change unless nursing leaders get together with CMS and JCAHO and have a list of specific things that they endorse in hand.

Do not expect that every member of your delegation will like the final list. But once the list is produced, those who cannot support it should resign from the delegation. You will not convince an agency to act by bringing a bunch of bickering people to the table. While I think that physician input would be an important part of redesigning patient flow with physical changes in every department, I would not count on physician organizations in general to be your ally with regard to JCAHO and CMS. They just have too many incestuous relationships with hospitals and hospital corporations. The physician organizations have had decades to stand up for you, and they have failed to take any effective leadership role.

I believe that we must act before your situation gets worse. I have no dog in this fight. I’m retired. I can’t be fired. I owe nothing to any organization. I don’t want money. I want to see emergency nurses and all healthcare workers receive the kind of protection they deserve. They stood by me through thick and thin for 38 years. I’ve got a lot of flaws, but one of them is not lack of gratitude.

Charles C. Anderson M.D. FACP, FACEP





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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

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Dr. Elita Romanov’s first thought as she fought her way into consciousness was of her boyfriend in Chechnya. But he had been killed in the second war with the Russians. Her next thought was the screaming pain in the back of her head. She rolled her head to the right nd discovered a tender lump in her scalp. She wished she could reach up and touch it.Was her hair matted with blood from a laceration in this lump? She wiggled her nose. She opened and closed her eyes and mouth. She turned her head from side to side and felt her earrings
touch a table.The rest of her head seemed okay. She wondered if she had other injuries. Someone had knocked her out. She could think of no other explanation.Why was her body moving back and forth?

She looked down and identified the bobbing head of a man. He was grunting. He was lying on top of her. He was inside her. She registered the odors of bourbon, cigarettes, decayed teeth, and sex. A scream would feel good, but she knew better. She recognized the taste in her mouth and wanted to spit. She knew better than to struggle.After all,  this was the third time she had been raped, including two gang bangs by the Russians. She willed herself to be flaccid, and swallowed.

This man on top of her appeared to be Puerto Rican. He had a red bandana cap on top of his head. He was looking down at her naked chest and belly, as if her face was not attached. She was being raped by a member of the Plagues, the local gang that ruled the neighborhood of Parkview.

She searched for more information. The ceiling had chipped blue paint. She felt wood against her bare back. Her legs dangled from the knees. She could touch the floor with her toes. Her arms were tied over her head by cloth, probably to the legs of the table she was lying on.

She smelled wood smoke. She heard the voices of men in the next room and the steady rhythm of some kind of music. A door over his left shoulder was closed, or almost closed. This Plague was naked so far as she could see. She scanned the room for his knife or gun. No. She smelled wood smoke.  No plague ventured very far from his personal weapon. On the couch to her right she saw his pistol and a bottle of Vaseline. She noted her
work scrubs strewn between the couch and the table she was lying on.

She studied her rapist. He was becoming more excited. His palms were positioned on the table on each side of her pelvis. He abruptly moved them to her breasts, which he gripped like handles. Sweat dripped from his head onto her chest and abdomen as the pace of his thrusts quickened. The wood of the table gnawed at her back as he pulled her back and forth by her breasts.

He had failed to secure her feet. Slowly she lifted her right knee and extended her foot. He didn’t notice. She lifted her left knee. If he was aware of her leg movements, he didn’t care.

Not tying her legs was a critical mistake on her rapist’s part.Tying her slender hands at the wrists with cloth was also a mistake. She relaxed her right hand and steadily pulled it through the cloth restraint. As her left hand slid from its restraint, her rapist began to grunt loudly.

Elita gradually squeezed her thighs together to limit his penetration. He responded by removing his hands from her breasts, inserting the palms of his hands under her buttocks and lifting her pelvis off the table. He spread her thighs with his forearms as he leaned into her. At that moment, this man was her predator. In a few heartbeats, he would be her prey.

The man’s jaw fell open. His chin jutted toward her. He closed his eyes and began to tremble. Like a crouching lioness in the savannah, Elita sprang to life, elevated her pelvis and clamped the rapist’s neck between her thighs. She locked her ankles together and squeezed with the powerful muscles in her thighs.

At five feet ten inches tall, she was a finely tuned thirty-four year old athlete with honed skills at both taking lives and saving them. Elita wore her brunette hair short, combed behind her ears, and liked earrings.
Her hands were delicate and very steady for a young physician.She was a rare combination, a lioness who was as graceful as her prey, the gazelle, and as deadly as a black mamba. Not many emergency physicians had her level of experience treating the wounds of war. Only the U.S. State Department knew the details of her most remarkable skill.

Her rapist was already short-winded when Elita interrupted most of the blood flow to his head. She could feel his carotid pulses against the inside of her thighs. His heart rate accelerated. She rested her forearms on the table as he struggled to get his feet under himself. He lifted her pelvis another foot off the table, but stumbled back to his knees. She watched his face turn ashen.

He abandoned his efforts to stand. Flailing his arms around her thighs, he knocked the red scarf off his head. His chin collapsed to her pubic bone. He tried to wiggle his hands between her thighs and his neck, but he did not have the strength to pry his head out.

Elita knew that his brain could only last a few seconds without blood flow and oxygen. His efforts to free himself were already panicky and uncoordinated. He appeared to be getting some air through his mouth and nose, however, and she did not want him to cry out. Squeezing his neck from the sides had effectively cut off most of his brain’s blood supply, but his airway, in the midline of his head and neck, was still at least partially open.

Without releasing her leg grip on his neck, Elita sat up and wrapped her hands around the back of his head. She guided his nose and mouth to her vagina and pulled his face to her to make a tight seal. She watched his breastbone being sucked in with each respiratory effort. She felt the suction tug on the soft tissues of her perineum.

She concentrated on his carotid pulses against her thighs. His heart rate was now decelerating. She estimated about forty beats per minute.His head color was now blue. She looked toward the door. No one entered.
She held him as his heart rate became slower and slower, showing no more emotion than a lioness suffocating a gazelle.

Once his heartbeat disappeared, she gradually relaxed the muscles in her thighs and sat completely upright. Holding his hair in her fists, she guided his head to the floor between her feet.

She bounded toward the couch, but slipped on his semen in the floor. She caught herself on her knees with her face against the couch. The pistol was six inches from her nose.

The feel of the pistol grip in her hand brought out her first emotion, a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. She examined it carefully. It was a Glock .45 semiautomatic. She released the clip in the hand grip and counted fourteen rounds in the magazine. She pulled back on the slide of the gun enough to confirm a round already in the chamber. Gently she let the slide move back to its ready position. She inserted the magazine into the hand grip and stepped to the right of the door.

Elita gently grasped the door knob with her left hand and leaned her naked back against the doorframe.The Glock was resting against the right side of her face as she cracked the door and leaned forward.

The first thing she saw was a wood stove. It was mid-November. She recalled that the weather had been especially cold and windy recently. She felt the heat from the stove on her forehead. She scanned the room
by direct vision and by reflections from glass surfaces in the room.

There were two men in the room that she could see, a black male and a white male, both seated on a couch.They appeared to be counting money on a small table. She noted the front door and a full window
on each side of this door. It was an old house, not unlike the many Victorian houses in Parkview. She wondered where she was.

On the far side of the couch in the floor of the room where she had been raped was her own purse and overcoat.The work scrubs on the floor meant that she had been abducted on her way to or from work
in the emergency department, where she was an attending physician.She guessed that it had happened in the parking deck as she was leaving, although she had no recollection of this.

Walking to and from the car in the parking deck was the most vulnerable time for any female employee at Parkview Hospital. The Plagues specialized in preying on nurses and other female employees coming and going for the night shift.They were smart enough to disable the security cameras before acting. She recalled that an emergency department nurse named Janice Green had been abducted from the second level of the parking deck and raped about six months earlier.

Elita weighed her options. She could open the door and start shooting. But what if there were more than two Plagues in the room? What if she walked into a cross-fire? It would be better to draw everybody
in the room to the door.

She walked back to the table, sat down and spread her legs. Reaching down, she picked the dead man’s head up by the hair and positioned it between her legs, where she held it again with her thigh muscles. She arched her back and extended her arms over her head and underneath the table.The Glock was in her right hand. She began to moan rhythmically, increasing the volume quickly.

She heard the door creak open, followed by laughter.The two men at the door were still laughing when Elita sat up and shot them both in the chest.They crumpled in the doorway. She held the gun extended toward the door as she stood up. The dead man’s head between her legs fell back to the floor. No one else came to the door or ran out the front door.

Elita entered the front room with the gun out in front.There were stairs to her left and a kitchen to her right. The kitchen was empty. She leaped up the stairs and methodically moved from room to room with the gun until she was satisfied that she was alone. She looked out of an upstairs window and saw the line of tall trees that encircled River Park. She had been abducted and raped within a mile of her own home.

She moved like a cat down the stairs, three steps at a time.This waslikely one of the Plagues’ regular hangouts. Any number of Plagues could return without warning. She stepped over the two dead men in the doorway and walked toward her clothes. Everything was there except her panties. She dressed hurriedly and looked for her shoes.

She moved like a cat down the stairs, three steps at a time.This was likely one of the Plagues’ regular hangouts. Any number of Plagues could return without warning. She stepped over the two dead men
in the doorway and walked toward her clothes. Everything was there except her panties. She dressed hurriedly and looked for her shoes.

She found the second shoe underneath the couch and sat down on the table to tie the laces. She disliked having to let go of the Glock to tie her shoes. On the table were stacks of twenty dollar bills wrapped in zip lock bags.The briefcase on the table held two packages of white powder, which she suspected to be cocaine. She looked around the house for something large enough to hold the money. The briefcase would be hard to run with.

A dirty brown pillowcase from the floor of the bedroom fit the bill. The money went into the pillowcase, which she dropped at the front door. She had no use for the drugs. She put her overcoat on and felt in her pockets. Her cell phone was still there. She stuffed the Glock into the other pocket of the overcoat.

In the closet of the kitchen Elita found a five gallon kerosene can, but it was empty.The only other thing that might be useful was a tire iron. She recalled the kerosene stove she had seen upstairs. It had not been warm.

She searched the closet and cabinets for any kind of accelerant, liquid or powder—anything that was flammable. Apparently, no one cooked or cleaned much in this house.

If there were three Plagues inside, there was bound to be a vehicle or two outside. Visitors and employees at the hospital often complained that gas was removed from their cars in the parking deck. It was worth a try.

There were two vehicles outside, a yellow HUMVEE and a blue sedan. The moon was three-quarters. The streets were quiet. Not by accident, she thought, the street lamps near the house were not functional.
She looked at her watch. It was 3:30 AM. 

Elita used the tire iron to pop the trunk of the sedan, being careful not to leave fingerprints on the car.Among the clutter in the trunk her hands ran into what she was looking for—an eight foot length of clear PVC tubing, approximately three-fourths inch diameter.

She took the hose and left it next to the sedan’s rear wheel at the curb. Returning to the house she retrieved her purse, the pillowcase, and the five gallon empty kerosene can. She smashed the light fixture overhead in the front room with the kerosene can on her way out and stuffed her purse into her overcoat pocket with the cell phone.

People in America thought that country girls were resourceful. But American country girls never had to survive on their own in a war zone, where being a woman was not usually an asset.

On her knees, she fed the clear hose into the tank of the sedan until she felt resistance. She held the other end of the hose between her thumb and forefinger, gripping it as close to the end as she could.The three-quarters
moon provided the only light. She would have to be careful sucking on the end of the PVC tube. Once the gas started coming, it would come fast. She positioned herself where she could see all of the hose outside the
tank in the moonlight and began to suck. In between breaths, she moved her thumb over the end of the hose to maintain the suction.

It helped to know how long it usually took and how many breaths. When the gas was four or five inches from her mouth she moved her thumb quickly over the end of the hose and then directed the tube into the kerosene can. Gravity did the rest. She watched the gas flow steadily from the tank of the sedan into the can.

The can would weigh about forty pounds when full. But by the time it was three-quarters full, she saw headlights approaching. She pulled the hose out and dropped it behind the rear wheel.

Four Plagues piled out of the vehicle, each carrying a bag from McDonald’s.They approached the house. She wondered how many of these four had already taken their turn at her. 

She crouched in the darkness until they had all entered the door. While the four were trying to digest what they were seeing in the dim light from the stove, Elita moved to the porch with the kerosene can.

Holding the handle of the can with both hands, she turned her body counterclockwise like a hammer thrower in the Olympics. As she pirouetted, the velocity of the can increased. After two turns the can was horizontal to the wooden porch floor. After three full turns she released the can through the window in front of the wood stove.

She dived off the porch as the front room exploded in a fireball. From her crouched position in front of the house she watched two burning men stagger out the door. Resting the Glock on her left knee, she fired twice. In a few seconds it was clear that no other Plagues would be leaving alive.

She grabbed the pillowcase and the PVC hose and ran down the street fifty yards to her left before cutting between houses into an alley. She followed the alley until she emerged onto Robbins Street. She
recognized her position.

The night was suddenly filled with sirens, blue lights, and red lights. She had no doubt she would make it back to her own home unseen. No one was even shooting at her.

Back home, Elita called Dr. Katherine Taylor, her best friend and colleague in the emergency department. “I need you to come over here now. Dress for work.We’ll talk when you get here.”

“Are you all right?” Kate asked at the door.

They embraced.

“I’m okay,” she said, “but the war with the Plagues has heated up.”

Kate listened intently as Elita told her story.

“My guess is that my car is still in the parking deck,” Elita said. “We need to remove it before morning.”

Elita looked at her watch. "Let's give it another thirty minutes. The cameras in the parking deck will likely be disabled. I can probably leave without being seen.

Kate asked, “Why aren’t you trembling and crying?”

“I used up my trembling and crying years ago,” Elita said. “You should know now that this is a war to the death with the Plagues.We must kill every last one in order to stop the violence against healthcare workers at Parkview Hospital.”

“Doctors killing people,” Kate murmured. “It’s a lot to swallow, but I’ve had enough time to justify it in my own mind. I’m tired of being a victim. I just don’t know how to do it yet.”

“In war you cannot consider your enemy a person,” Elita said. “The Plagues are not people.They are wild animals. No one is going to protect us from them. But we must delay further plans until we know the consequences of killing seven Plagues in one night,” Elita said.

“Why do you care about getting your car now?” Kate asked.

“You can never tell what will survive a fire,” Elita said. “Something could point to me. Somebody out there has my panties, or at least he did at one time. Someone could connect my car left in the parking deck to the Plagues. Maybe someone saw my abduction. I don’t want my car found and searched by the police. I don’t want to be targeted again by the Plagues in retaliation.”

“What’s that smell?” Kate asked, looking into Elita’s fireplace.

“It’s all the clothes I had on, a pillowcase, some PVC tubing, and my overcoat.The smell is PVC.As you know, it gives off toxic fumes, so let’s go into the kitchen.”

“Let me fix you some coffee,” Kate said as she entered the kitchen.

“What I really need is some antibiotics,” Elita said. “I’m glad I’ve had my hepatitis vaccines. I need a morning-after pill and some shells.”

“Some shells?”

“It’s okay. I’m going to lay low for a few days.Tell everybody I have the stomach flu.We have no idea how many Plagues know whom they abducted tonight.The seven I killed may be the only ones who know. On the other hand, the Plagues may come looking for me in force in the morning.There’s about forty-five left out there. I’ve packed a few things to take with me.You just need to drop me off at the parking deck.”

“I’ll have my cell phone. If nothing happens to my house by day

"Where will you be?"

"I'll have my cell phone. If nothing happens to my house by day after tomorrow, I’ll be at work Thursday morning.”

“You need any money?”

“I have plenty of cash. In fact, we need to put the money I recovered tonight to work. I took a few dollars.The rest is in the refrigerator in a brown bag. Hide it in a safety deposit box.We can talk more strategy
if I’m still alive in two days.”

~~~







This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not
intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are
solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The
author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in
this book.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Doctor's Tell-All Receives Praise!


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May 16, 2012
"Reveals a dirty little secret...how really unsafe it is to work in an ER!", May 29, 2012
By Linda Whitt (Virginia Beach, VA United States) - See all my reviews

This review is from: The First To Say No (Hardcover) I am an ER nurse, and have been assaulted several times at work; most of my coworkers realize the danger in our job, that we are more likely than most professions to be assaulted at work. This story of an ER staff who received neither aid nor protection from their hospital administration, has a Charles Bronsonesque flavor, in that they did what they had to do to eliminate persistent violence. The book opens with the descriptive rape of an ER physician, and the surprising retaliation by her as she brings justice to her assailant before leaving the room! The ongoing methods are intriguing, and as the teamwork of staff members and other locals comes together to clean up the ER and the neighborhood... I was OK with it! I just love a good comeuppance, and as I turned the pages, I got one! Looking forward to reading the other book by this retired ER physician!

A Must Read, June 7, 2012 
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This review is from: The First To Say No (Hardcover) I was quickly drawn into this read by author, Charles C. Anderson. The story, if you will, is set in Parkview Hospital emergency department in Virginia. It is here that we meet Dr.Kate Taylor as her story and so many others begin to unravel. It seems many of the doctors and nurses are being raped and other acts of violence are occurring that are not being dealt with. People come in and use the hospital to 'get fixed up' so they can go back out and do their drugs, stealing and killing, all at others expense.

Kate lost her father at a young age and the one tender memory she had was with him at the local park. Now that memory has been tarnished by a gang called the Plagues who are overtaking the city. The danger or going to the Park, or anywhere alone is wide spread. This gang kills, steals and rapes at will, not being stopped, even by the local police, who are now on their payroll. In this story Kate decides enough is enough and gathers those she can trust to fight back. She does not have the backing of the hospital, or the police, but she has behind her what is right.

I was amazed at this read and upset. I suppose I do not want to think that there are so many who will turn their heads not to stop evil just for the mighty dollar. I was also upset to finally understand how much of our nations finances are being thrown away just to help heal druggies who will not accept help to stop their habit. There are so many needy elderly people that are not receiving help or just the poor that are turned away, this truly is not fair and should be stopped. This is a great book, although troubling, the truth that is brought forth should be read by every American. Thank you Dr. Anderson.
Inspirational Eye Opener!, June 14, 2012
By InGodITrust - See all my reviews

This review is from: The First To Say No (Hardcover) This book helps start the very necessitated [sic] conversation surrounding emergency medical professionals in today's society. More often than the general public would like to believe, scenes from this book are the reality for many nurses, doctors, EMTs, and techs. "First To Say No" astoundingly illustrates the emotional and physical dilemma involved in working in the medical field.

It is my hope that this book is read and regarded on a grand scheme to help those who have the heart to CARE for others. Great read, quick read, informative read. We should distribute this to all politicians, socialites, administrators, and board members.4.0 out of 5 stars 

What people don't want to believe - A jaw-dropping medical thriller May 11, 2012
By The Paperback Pursuer
Format:Hardcover
Description:

Doctors Kate Taylor and Elita Romanov are sick and tired of the constant abuse the community suffers at the hands of a local gang - the Plagues. The vicious gang members not only cost the hospital hundreds of millions of dollars in unpaid medical bills, but they are notorious for abducting, terrorizing and raping staff members on and off the property of Parkview Hospital. The local police are paid to look the other way, and hospital management refuses to acknowledge the problem, but the gang's victims are ready to fight back; ready to finally say, "NO!". Can Kate, Elita and the people they care about find a way to "cleanup" the streets without getting themselves killed? Will risking their own lives and reputations save the place they call home?

Review:

I think I have found my new favorite genre! I am in the medical field, so it should come as no surprise, but until recently I had not found a modern medical thriller that lived up to my expectations. Maybe it is because I define a thriller as 'action-packed', 'suspenseful', 'gritty', 'compelling', and, I daresay, 'thrilling'. I dislike when a book is labeled as as a certain genre and doesn't deliver - especially when the book ends up being sleep-inducing instead of heart-pounding. The First To Say No is one of a string of medical thrillers I have read recently that stands behind its cover blurb. It started quickly and unexpectedly, the problems the characters faced immediately evidenced; I was slightly appalled, but the rough reality immediately caught my attention. Elita's character is introduced in such a way that the reader can't help but wonder about her abstruse past, and Charles C. Anderson does a great job leading to the answers; (no spoilers). The same is true with Kate and Margaret - complex, realistic and well-developed characters that the reader can't help but cheer for. The plot definitely encompasses my definition of thriller, particularly in the levels of action and suspense. I knew what was coming, especially the ending, but I was still excited to read it! The dialogue was also appropriate and believable; I really appreciated the medical terminology. However, I do find it horrifying that there are places in America where violence escalates to the heights discussed in the book. Recommended to adult readers into the medical thriller genre, or those in the mood for some well-deserved vengeance.

GREAT read!, May 29, 2012
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This review is from: The First To Say No (Paperback)
It is a shocking look into the world of medicine that I never thought existed. After reading the book, I decided to do some research and found out that it is actually more common than you would think!

Back to what I thought of the book. Sexual abuse against nurses and doctors run rampant in Parkview Hospital, and with the police being of no help at all, tension is high while Romanov and Taylor decide what to do against the local gang, the Plagues. The Plagues pretty much run the city- even turning what was once a beautiful park into a place for drug dealers, drug users, and gang members. Citizens are afraid to go near the park for fear that they may end up hurt, or worse.

But once Taylor comes up with a plan, it is a race against time to rid the city of the gang and help the hospital from closing while not getting caught. Will their plan work or will it backfire?

So next time you're at the hospital, you will see everything in a different light. I finished the book about a week or so before Mom ended up in the hospital. I saw things a little differently this time.


NO BETTER FRIEND, July 11, 2012
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This review is from: The First To Say No (Paperback)I am a personal friend of Dr. Anderson's; trained with and worked with him for many years. Everything that he has written is TRUE. Chapter 9 sums up our health care system so so well. For those of you who can not believe what he has written, then please visit any Emergency Room in our large Metropolitan centers. These places are not for the faint of heart. Assaults on healthcare workers continue as I write this review. I too have been a practicing Internest, Pulmonologist, Intensivist, and Emergency Medicine doctor for over 40 years including medical school. I have witnessed what he describes in this book. It will continue unless we as a society are the "FIRST TO SAY NO!"
Charles, Great JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AMERICA "WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Dr. Ted Georges

Enough Is Enough; You NEED TO Read This Book!, May 13, 2012

Glenda A Bixler “Glenda” (Pennsylvania) – See all my reviews (VINE VOICE)

This review is from: The First To Say No (Hardcover)

You may have noticed that, upon reading the first few pages of this book, I stopped and put out an advance notice in my blog and declared it a must-read. I feel even more strongly that it is, now that I’ve finished reading!
I recognize that Dr. Anderson has dramatized his novel by using many samples of what he’s seen as an emergency room doctor, within just one novel. (Or maybe not?) The timing is not important, rather it is the fact that I believe that every shocking example case that he has used is real, in this agonizingly realistic story …
All you have to do is read a newspaper or watch the news! America has become a violent nation! Violence of one type or another happens faster than can be reported!
Dr. Kate Taylor, head of the Emergency Department, in a small Virginia city, had lost her father too early in her life. One of her fondest memories was his walking with her to a local park where a beautiful fountain with fish was her favorite place to spend time with her father, sitting along side, looking down at all the wishes that had been made by visitors throwing in pennies…
Now that park could no longer be used by the town’s residents…
It was filled with drug dealers, prostitutes, and a place where anybody who wandered in might be brutalized or worse. It was owned, now, by the Plagues, a gang of violent criminals…
And they routinely paid off the majority of the police officers to stay away from that once-beautiful park…

Friday, July 27, 2012

Charles C. Anderson Shares--Safety Vs. Money...with Offer for Free Copy...

"On the far side of the couch on the floor of the room where
 she had been raped was her own purse and overcoat.
The work scrubs on the floor meant that she
 had been abducted on her way to or from work
in the emergency department, where she was
an attending physician. She guessed that it 
had happened in the parking deck as she was leaving,
although she had no recollection of this. 
"Walking to and from the car in the parking deck was 
the most vulnerable time for any female employee
 at Parkview Hospital. The Plagues specialized in preying
 on nurses and other female employees coming and going 
for the night shift.They were smart enough to disable
the security cameras before acting. She recalled that an 
emergency department nurse named Janice Green had
 been abducted from the second level of the
 parking deck and raped about six months earlier." 
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The Reality Behind the Book...

HOW HOSPITAL ADMINISTRATORS 
CONTRIBUTE TO E.D. VIOLENCE



I have had a close working relationship with six hospital administrators, close enough to figure out some of the things that make them tick. The easiest administrator to deal with is not the CEO of a hospital that is part of a large hospital corporation. The corporate administrator is a puppet. He wants only two things from the ED– happy patients and getting paid. After all, this is a big part of how he is judged by his corporation.

The administrator in an independent hospital is more likely to care about his employees, to institute policies that protect them, and stand behind the ED staff. He is accountable only to a local board, to which he can justify measures to protect employees. Let’s examine a couple of examples where administrators undermine their own ED.

Corporate CEOs in hospital chains are competing with their colleagues in other hospitals. In their race to keep their Press Ganey scores up, increase revenue, and capture as much market share as possible, the corporate administrator often makes promises to the public that the staff in their ED cannot keep. Have you noticed the battle of the billboards, where each hospital administrator tries to outdo his competitors by promising that a patient will be seen in his ED even before he take his clothes off. They have reduced themselves to competing over the number of minutes before a patient is greeted by a physician. Somebody forgot that our mission is to provide the best care possible for each patient and to concentrate on the sickest people first.

The ED is not a cattle drive or a theme park. Its purpose is not to entertain you or make you happy. Its purpose is not to leave you satisfied. Its purpose is to deliver the most appropriate care to each patient, as quickly as possible given the overall requirements of the sickest patients. When patients are given impossible promises and told that they are entitled to satisfaction they frequently become angry when they find that the waiting room is packed and they have to wait a half hour. The average ED patient is not known for his patience. He is noted for being demanding. Guess who is teaching him this? So the administrator sets up a confrontation between the ED staff, who are working as fast as they can, and the patient and family, who actually believe the billboards.

The best solutions to most ED problems have been known for decades. They are just trampled by the desire to make more money. One good answer to diffusing potential violence is a dedicated concierge whose only job is to advise patients and families about the progress of their relative or how long it will be until they are seen and why. Hospital administrators do not want to waste money on concierges any more than they do on adequate security. It’s always about money.

I was so happy when Virginia developed the first prescription monitoring program. At last doctors could track drug seekers from pharmacy to pharmacy. We did not have to make an educated guess who was a drug seeker. We could have the data in front of us before we confronted the patient. Guess what? Administrators have no interest whatsoever in the fight against prescription drug abuse, even though more people kill themselves from prescription drugs than heroin and cocaine combined. Remember, they want happy patients who pay their bills. The administrator does not care if you give the drug seeker 40 tablets of Dilaudid as long as he leaves happy with a smile on his face. He will be given a survey as he leaves and a follow up call later to make sure he was satisfied with the service from his pusher. Press Ganey calls this measuring quality of care.

I always take a nurse into the room with me when I talk to someone about their overuse of drugs, usually narcotics. I want double documentation that the patient was properly informed, that he was referred to a pain management specialist, or to his private doctor, or to drug rehab. It doesn’t matter where he is referred. He will be angry. He was promised a happy visit to the theme park and now he has to leave without the prescription he came for. He is not satisfied.

Again, the administrator has promised a service that I cannot deliver. I have a moral obligation to do the right thing for each patient, even if he doesn’t like my treatment. Thus, the ED physician has a difficult choice. He can generate great Press Ganey scores and turn out happy patients with no personal concern for the harm he is doing, or he can stand his ground, be branded as a trouble maker by the administrator, and generate confrontations where he is the most at risk. Are you beginning to understand why we are not making any progress in the prescription drug epidemic? Ideally, the uniformed police officer should accompany the ED physician into the room and escort the patient off of the premises. When a patient is in withdrawal and wants only one thing, he can turn violent in a heartbeat. The officer by your side is an effective tool. But the real culprit is the administrator. He is the one who is inviting the drug seeker to keep coming and to expect to go away happy. If these drug seekers were disappointed regularly, and the administrator stood behind you and what you were trying to do, they would not come back.

I have some more bad news for those of you who thought the administrator cared about best practices for common diseases. You know, all that stuff you spend hours learning in CME courses. If you have a determined mom who wants antibiotics for her kid’s cold, it is not in your best interest to try to educate the mother. Mom’s own doctor and other ED physicians have so thoroughly indoctrinated her that all URIs require a visit to the doctor and an antibiotic that your attempts at education will only produce another unhappy patient. And, of course, producing happy paying patients is the administrator’s priority, not providing care based on best practices.

Press Ganey scores have proven that doctors who pass out more drugs get higher scores. The administrator and the patient want you to order as many tests and X-rays as possible. It doesn’t matter that the patient doesn’t need them. Press Ganey measures satisfaction, not quality of care. If mom thinks junior needs an X-ray, and that is why she came, then you, the physician, are trapped. The hospital makes money on the tests you order. This is why it does not bother the administrator that the same alcoholic gets 25 head CTs per month for evaluation of altered mental status. Each physician is judged by the amount of money he can generate per patient and the number of patients he can satisfy. What does this have to do with quality of care?

Many of the basic safety measures that are unavailable in many EDs are missing simply because they cost money. Three uniformed off-duty cops per day cost money. Metal detectors cost money. Your safety as an ED employee is not as important to Mr. Administrator as saving that money. Having officers interferes with the administrator’s view of the ED as a theme park. So do metal detectors. One of the problems with the average administrator is that he has never experienced the emotional trauma of a sudden, unexpected shooting or stabbing of a real person, someone he cared about, right in front of him. He is under the same illusion as the administration at Virginia Tech—“That couldn’t happen here.”

I have been in the ED or trauma center on six occasions when bullets were flying. I have seen five people killed in the ED with guns and two shot in their beds on floors upstairs. I have seen a nurse stabbed in the parking lot and a physician’s brain turned to hamburger with a baseball bat just outside the ambulance entrance. Let me tell you what I have learned. If your uniformed officer is not in the ED when these events start, he is useless. If he is not armed, in some fashion, he is useless. Having a team that responds to “Code Atlas” is too little, too late for the type of patients that EMTALA has herded into our EDs. The pen on all those policies for response to violence has not been mightier than the sword in my 38 years of experience. You can write all of the policies you want, but if you do not have a weapon that you can access in a few seconds, you have no chance to prevent further tragedy.

Think about it. The average fight is over in less than 30 seconds, usually in half that time. It doesn’t take long to pull a knife or shoot a gun. If you believe that no one in your waiting room has a loaded gun or a knife, you are a fool. Sociopaths and deranged schizophrenics do not care about policies. They can clear out your waiting room for no other reason than they are tired of waiting. I guarantee that you will never forget it.

I spent the greater part of my career working the night shift in large hospitals. That is one of the reasons that I am more attuned to the potential for sudden violence. Most of the very worst tragedies I have seen occurred at night. The only good thing about nights is that the administrator is not around to babble on about satisfaction surveys from a group of patients who are intoxicated, psychotic, drug seeking, and drug abusing. I have never figured out how those comatose, septic nursing home patients filled out their surveys, but I appreciated them.

What is the point of having uniformed guards, or any security guards, or any action team, if no one is allowed to touch the patient? In a subsequent post, I will discuss the effect of fear of litigation on violence in the ED and how this constant over-concern with being sued prevents us from giving any useful guidelines to our own employees. Many employees feel that anything they do to help a colleague who is under attack will result in being fired. They are often right.

I just finished reading the position statement of the Emergency Nurses Association on violence in the emergency setting. I was shocked at the list of generic recommendations. Even the ENA does not demand uniformed, armed (in some fashion) officers. They do not specify concierges. They do not ask for relief from charges of assault if they are forced to come to the aid of a colleague. They do not ask to be able to defend themselves without fear of being charged with a crime. They do not provide the specifics that are necessary to take to the legislature.

I still contend that it is better to prevent an assault than respond to one. Preventing assaults requires a constant show of credible force. Administrators are standing in the way of this with their emphasis on satisfaction, speed, and theme park environments.

In summary, hospital administrators are one of the chief barriers to having a safe workplace in the ED. They put their money into television sets, security cameras, lights, and policies. Happy patients and paying patients. These are some of the reasons you are being assaulted. I pray that no nurse ever has to look down at her dead colleague in the floor of the ED before insisting on protection in specific terms.
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