Saturday, February 9, 2019

It's All About the People



It's all about the people.

That's what makes or breaks a job, wouldn't you agree?

We are finally settling down in the new job. It didn't start out smoothly, but then again, I can't think of any job that has. There's always that period of adjustment where you are thrown into a new environment, and you go through the dreaded learning curve.

And here's the kicker... I didn't realize DocH's new job would mean a new full-time job for me. Being in private practice is a TON of work! Man, we took so many things for granted at the hospital. I submitted his credentialing packages over six weeks ago and we are still waiting. I know. It takes forever. In the meantime, I have a husband who is dying to get back into the OR.

But, who cares? He is HAPPY. He is busy with a full clinic, and more importantly, colleagues and staff who are happy to be at work. They are happy he is there. They are bending over backwards to make sure he is loving his new digs by reorganizing and reconfiguring the clinic to his liking. It's a great vibe. It's all about the people.

He comes home, and let me tell you, he is a different person. He may be tired, but it's a good tired. He is re-energized. At dinner, he smiles, he laughs at my dorky jokes, he even cracks his own dorky jokes. I can go over business items with him and he is attentive, conversation bounces back and forth like it should. Seeing him like this gives me all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings. It's sooooooo good!

Before, he thought he had about six years left in him. Now, he can see himself doing this until he is no longer competent. *Insert the sound of tires skidding here.*  I'm not sure how I quite feel about that.


Friday, January 18, 2019

What Happens When Hospital Admins are Unsupportive

Ok, here we go.... this is the post my husband doesn't want me to write.

The past two years have been shit at the hospital. I don't normally like to swear. I like to keep it for special occassions, so family and friends know I'm really upset or dissagreable with something. So, again, I tell you these last two years at the hospital have been shit.

Today, let's tackle the hospital administration. Remember my posts about Doc H's last start-up? The one that was successful and all above board with the previous supportive hospital administration? It was wonderful. Doc H told them what he was doing, they supported it, had their legal team draw up some documents outlining boundaries (to eliminate any conflict of interest), he signed, everyone abided, and all was good in the world. No problems. A precedent was set.

**In case you are new to my blog or need a refresher, in addition to his passion for surgery, Doc H is an innovator. While he innovates, I manage the business end of our start-ups.**

The current hospital administration (well really, the top administrator) is just a whole new type of batshit crazy. It took them almost two years to tell Doc H, "No, sorry. No can do." In the meantime, here we were under the impression all would work out, because it did before, right?

To make matters worse, the admin retaliated. I seriously think they hated Doc H for putting them in the position of having to make a decision. So for the past two years, Doc H ran his department with absolutely no support of the hospital admins. Whatever he asked for, whatever idea he came up with, admin always nixed it. Or worse, they listened to his idea, implemented it, and gave credit to someone else. Such bastards.

But, here is the worst. Admin gave Doc H orders to reel in his partners; cut down expenses; run a much leaner department. Well, of course no one liked the changes Doc H had to implement. Doc H didn't like doing it. So, when his partners complained and pushed back to the admin, admin decided to take it out on DocH.

Yes, the messenger was shot by both sides. On one side, Doc H's physician colleagues were acting like bratty 5 year olds, no longer inviting him to sit with them at their lunch table, and on the other side the admin {GET THIS} is upset that DocH has angered his colleagues by implementing policies which they pushed him to do! So, what did admin do? For TWO YEARS they withheld Doc H's bonuses. Yes. They withheld his bonuses because DocH did what they asked him to do.

Oh, no! Wait, I lied. One year they gave him .05% of his normal bonus.

We were beyond insulted. I still am... hence the birds flew towards the hospital as I left with him the final time.

Ok. So, this was my Mama Bear, don't mess with my family post. Maybe next time I'll write the rational, intellectual, calm post which would (and should) outline why hospital policies forbidding physician innovation are bad policy. I'm sure that's the post Doc H would want me to write. Not this one.

Thanks for reading and allowing me to vent. I feel better already!





Sunday, January 13, 2019

The Doctor is Outta Here


So, here we are-- 2019.

First, if that photo has your mind racing and your wondering if DocH left me, let me put your mind at ease. No. We are still very happily married! Phew!

Let me underscore the highlights of 2018 for you, because I know I haven't been the best at keeping you informed.

LB graduated high school
D2 graduated from college
D1 broke up with her live in BF
LB left for college
D3 graduated from college.

On a personal level, 2018 was wonderful to us. We are now empty nesters (are you considered an empty nester if you have an adult child living with you? Not sure?). We feel free from lots of financial responsibility to our kids and former spouses. It's quite liberating, and we love our family and are so proud of our kids. They have all done so great and continue to amaze us as they follow their own dreams.

But, probably most important to this blog, DocH kindly, gracefully, and humbly stepped down from all his administrative duties at the hospital, and then gave his contractually obligated 30 day notice the beginning of December. He made sure to thank everyone for their hard work and for supporting him and his department. I, on the other hand, waved the bird with both hands, as we packed our SUV with the last of his personal effects from his office of almost 20 years and drove off. Yeah, it made for an interesting Surgery Department Holiday Party, that's for sure. More about that event later...

Ugggg. You guys. These last two years were ROUGH for my DocH. I don't know where to begin. So, here's what I'm going to do. I tried to write this all out in one blog post. It is way too long and convoluted. I'm going to break this up into small blog posts, so I don't overwhelm myself and end up with nothing to post for you all.

Plus, I want to dish the dirt properly and give everyone their fair share.

More to come. I promise.




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