When I leave the hospital each day I’m hit. First I have to get through the main waiting area thoroughfare at the entrance, the visitors with balloons, patients waiting in wheelchairs. Scruffy beards, polished hair, wrinkles and makeup. Eye contact.
Then the main doors slide open and there’s loud dented trucks, patients struggling to get out of the car. It’s hot. I can smell the asphalt. And as I walk down the hill toward the traffic of State Street, squinting from the sun, I’m accompanied by the exodus: the exodus of scrubs, going home, done with another day of trying to keep the state alive.
Crossing State Street
The hospital is a difficult place. It’s difficult for me to focus on projects when there are constantly oncoming waves of very stark social dynamics.
It’s a cacophony of individuals, a range of people, no signs for navigation and direction. It’s like we’ve all been thrown in a maze as some sort of crude social experiment.
Passing people down the halls I generally feel a tension, with rushed thoughts:
- Who will talk to who?
- Who’s going to say hi first?
- Who’ll ask for help?
–> And who won’t offer it? - When a patient’s being rolled by, who will yield? Who will barge by?
The front entrance
Going out to more rural parts of the state is important for me. I like to think that it helps me understand “what it’s like” for people to come to Jackson for medical care. Of course I know that I’ll never know what it’s really like, but at least it helps me notice the stark differences that I do see.
The hospital is tough because for a lot of people it’s the end of the road, or very close to it. One thing I am coming to grips with is the multitude of specialties, subspecialities of care, and lots of complex conditions that people may have – and sometimes, not all that preventable.
But others do end up at the hospital with complications after years of alcoholism, years of untreated or undiagnosed hypertension, and living a life in which, for a myriad of reasons, the condition wasn’t ever addressed. Are these things preventable?
For a good many, the hospital is a nice place with air conditioning, reliable food, and a cadre of people to shower you with attention and to listen.
The mismatch of someone’s life and an experience at the hospital strikes me. When people come to the hospital, they’re extracted from their ‘home’ environment and come here subjected to external judgement. It’s obvious they aren’t a part of the hospital system – they look over their shoulder, hoping to make enough eye contact to invite conversation. They wear flip flops and carry overnight bags.
When things happen that even further distance myself from the hospital and the system, I sort of go into a tailspin.
Not too long ago as I was walking down a public corridor, two young blue scrubs were talking loudly to one side of the hallway. As I began to pass by them, another blue scrub passed on my left and before I knew it the blue scrubs were fist-bumping immediately in front of me. Instinctively I stopped walking as none of the blue scrubs acknowledged the generosity I had offered them. I looked down at their fists as their loud talking echoed around me.
Later I thought about the woman I had seen slowly walking, seemingly to nowhere, with legs and ankles swollen to a foot in diameter. I thought about the double amputees sitting outside the hospital, the amputees at the Medical Mall. The men with bandages at the bus stop. The woman who asked me how to get to Children’s Hospital to see the young man’s newly born child, the young man with her who thanked me and to whom I said “congratulations.” The woman who warned me to be careful getting to my car after dark, spoke to a security guard, and asked him to escort me.
I thought about these very limited experiences I’ve had with hospital visitors, and I thought about that interrupting, careless, stupid fist-bump. I thought about the horrible disconnects and I’m still thinking about what we do about them.
“The Most Effective Economic Development Opportunity We Have”
I’m not going to cite publications to make the case that economic development does not come from an economy based on sick people. Yet here we are.The health care sector is the least efficient we’ve got. We know the steep prices the US pays for health care do not yield better health outcomes. Among 34 other developed countries, we rank 30th in infant mortality – one of the best indicators for a population’s health (McCullough et al 2012). The Institute of Medicine estimates that the US has spent $760 billion more than it should for health care, due to high administrative costs, missed prevention, and medical fraud (McCullough et al 2012).
Development
We should not pride ourselves on having a profitable health care industry in the sickest place. In a place where many are dying while others face many challenges to live. There’s this strange obsession with Mississippi’s poor health (and poor everything) but then a focus on strategies used again and again that actually do very little to address the problems that result in poor population health. Not expanding Medicaid is just a symptom of much bigger problems. Critically examining the state’s history is important, but we also have to examine how our health care system itself, today, continues to support old ideologies, old politics, old ideas. From the physical environment, the daily social interactions, to the cultures and teachings. And what these mean and what they result in. The fist-bump is one small, but telling, symptom of these things.
Blues – Small Town – Deep Forests: The Mississippis we like to see
So what do we do? I’m trying to figure out if practitioners here really know what it’s like to live with severe medical conditions, to live where these patients may live, and the upset of a visit to the hospital causes to life. I believe there are some who do. And who am I to say otherwise? But is it even possible to really know? And what does the alternative model look like? To begin, it’s a place footed on common ground. And for that, thoughtful strategic steps are needed to lay that groundwork.
Works Cited:
McCullough, Jeffrey C., Frederick J. Zimmerman, Jonathan E. Fielding, and Steven M. Teutsch. 2012. "A Health Dividend for America: The Opportunity Cost of Excess Medical Expenditures." American Journal of Preventive Medicine 43(6):650-654.