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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Life at Grady: From potential to exceptional

My colleague reached out to me and said, “I am putting someone on your team. This person has great potential. Great, great, great potential.”

Rut roh.

But?” I said.

“But,” my colleague repeated with a gentle chuckle.

“I’m ready for it. Hit me.”

“Well. It’s not so much of a bombshell to drop on you. I mean, not really. I think. . .I guess . . .I don’t know. This person has just been. . .I think. . .misunderstood, maybe? I don’t know. I think, yeah. I think that’s it.”

“Misunderstood like how?” I wanted to know.

“Some not-so-great evaluations. Non-stellar. But it’s totally in them to do well. Which is kind of frustrating, you know?”

“Okay. So what is it then?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Is this person lazy?”

Lazy? Absolutely the opposite of lazy. Definitely not that.”

“Okay. What about. . . entitled or unprofessional?”

“Super earnest. And neither of those things.”

“Not a nice person?”

“Super, duper, duper nice.”

I squinted. “Well, I don’t get it then. The person is smart, non-lazy, hard-working and a nice person but has mediocre evaluations? What’s the disconnect?”

“This is what I’m hoping you can help with. But I just think. . .I don’t know. . . that’s it’s just a matter of being misunderstood, that’s all.”

And so. I thought about what my colleague said for a few minutes and then spoke back. “If you have faith in this person, then I am very excited to work with them. And I assure you that if this person is competent, hardworking, kind and eager to do well, then they will. In fact, they will do more than well. This person will do great. Let’s just claim it.” And since both of us have worked at or around Grady for some time, we both knew what “claiming it” meant.

And my colleague just looked at me and smiled from ear to ear and I did the same. Because we both knew that together we were claiming a victory in advance and that meant that it was going to be good.

A few weeks later, I joined the team and met this person. One of the first things I did was tell this person, along with the other junior learners on the team, what (in my opinion) were the features of an exceptional intern or medical student. I was very detailed and said, “I don’t want it to be a mystery.” And this person carefully took notes and, I could tell, began taking that advice to heart immediately.

I observed carefully for a couple of days and could tell right away that everything my colleague told me was true. Super earnest. Super kind. Super eager. And mostly just super enthusiastic about taking excellent care of our patients.

I watched for those 48 hours and can’t say I unlocked every mystery, but I did make a few observations. The biggest one was simple: This person was just a little bit. . . well. . . socially awkward. A little nervous sometimes, too. Just enough to make well-intentioned things veer a little too far off to the left. The kind of turns that garner snickers under the breath and jokes that you aren’t in on. Which just makes awkwardness more awkward and nervousness more nervous. So that was mostly it. Nothing else I observed at all was noteworthy or even remotely bad in any way.

I sat down with this person and chatted with them. I decided to be honest. And yes, it felt super weird to tell a person that they’re “a bit awkward” and that we’d need to find some ways to work around that. Or better yet with it. But this person was very open and appreciative of my candor. Together we strategized ways to tackle what had become a bit of an interpersonal speed breaker.

Here was one of our conversations:

“If I trip and fall in front of everyone, it’s not as much fun to make fun of me if I laugh first. Kind of like when my husband and kids catch me dancing like Beyonce in the bathroom mirror.”

“Wow. Beyonce? How ridiculous is it, Dr. M?” this person asked.

“Oh man. Super ridiculous. And ultra-awkward. But I know it already and I don’t really care. And after a while, it’s no fun to make fun of me.”


“You know what else? I counter a lot of my awkward things by working hard at the high-stakes things, you know? Like hugging my kids and reading them books, and making my husband a hot turkey sandwich on the stove instead of a cold one from the fridge.”

“Wait. Huh?”

“I guess I’m saying that when you nail the basics—like really nail them—people won’t make as big a deal about the bumpy parts.”

We both sat in silence and this person let that resonate. I could tell that it was resonating, too. But what would that mean professionally? What would “nailing the basics” even look like? We explored that together.

So the two of us decided that, in medicine, that meant things like advocating for patients and presenting them on rounds to other providers in clear, concise and fluid language. It meant having a management plan that was evidence-based and that you could defend without batting a lash. That would require preparation, yes, and some practice, too. It would mean getting every detail of the history and physical down pat. It meant knowing as much as you can about the medical problems affecting your patients. We agreed that if these things were spotless, the other little quirks would suddenly become more endearing than, well, awkward.

Yeah. So here’s the other main thing that happened during our time together: I looked at that person like they were a superstar. Like they could and would do great work and like they were number one in their class of learners. I treated them “like a winner and not a chicken dinner” as the kids around the way used to say in my neighborhood. And let me just tell you something—it made a HUGE difference.


At the end of our time together, it was easy to write that evaluation. No, not just “good.” No, not just “ai-ight.” Excellent. Stellar, even. Exceptional in every way.

And so today I guess I am just reflecting on all of that. I thought about this colleague of mine who saw the diamond gleaming in this learner and who thought enough to fight to help this person to have an optimal learning environment. I wondered what could or would have happened had this colleague poisoned me with the opposite of what I was told? That this person was a “problem child” and that’s it? What if this colleague didn’t feed forward some hopeful charge like the one I received? How would I have dealt with this person? Would they have done as well?

My guess is no.

It is in our power be a mirror to those around us. It is. We can, through our reflection of what we see in them, feed them this idea of who they are—good, bad, or indifferent. Our listening ears can say, “Your voice is worth hearing,” and “Your ideas are worth sharing.” Which is huge when you are doing this kind of work.

At the end of that time together, I received a note that included these words:

I will always be grateful for what you have taught me, and how much effort you put in to get to know me. I knew there were aspects about my personality that others might have not understood, but you explained them in a way that I can use it as a strength and not feel judged or embarrassed.

And that? That broke me all the way down and made me cry the ugly cry. It made me want to go harder, be more intentional, listen more carefully and just . . .I don’t know. . .try. Just try. Our patients got better care because of it. I became a better teacher and attending physician that month. And best of all, someone felt understood and empowered.

Kimberly Manning, MD, FACP, FAAP is an associate professor of medicine at Emory University School of Medicine in Atlanta, Georgia where she teaches medical students and residents at Grady Hospital. This post is adapted from Reflections of a Grady Doctor, Dr. Manning’s blog about teaching, learning, caring and growing in medicine and life. It has been adapted and reprinted with permission. Identifying information has been changed to protect individuals’ privacy.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

My golf lesson: Patient satisfaction really is in the eye of the beholder

Over the last year I’ve become rather addicted to golf. Having always been more into cardiovascular sports I’m actually quite surprised with how much I’ve taken to it. Fresh air, outdoors, lots of walking in beautiful nature and spending time with friends—what is there not to like? Anyway, I’ve frequented several different courses in the Boston area in just the last few months.

Last week we were due to play on one particular course which is actually situated in a less than prestigious area but happens to be pretty decently maintained. We found out about the course online where it had stellar reviews, and had already played on the course a few times. But on one evening last week we arrived to find that a tournament was taking place. In no mood to give up on our planned golf round, we quickly decided to go to another nearby public course. We debated where to go for several minutes, between a nice course that we already knew versus another closer course, but one that we both knew had quite abysmal online ratings (and had avoided before for this very reason). Due to time constraints we reluctantly opted for the latter. To our pleasant surprise when we got there it turned out to be an excellent course, indeed much better than the one we had just come from! Not that I’m by any means a pro, and my friend is no novice either—but we were really very impressed and wondered how the online ratings could have been so wrong?

But to the point. This got me thinking about patient satisfaction and reviews in the health care industry too. On deeper analysis of why the golf course could have got bad reviews—I think I got where the problem was. This course was in one of the most prestigious suburbs of Boston, serving a high-end population and surrounded by elite private golf courses. The mostly local people giving the ratings were obviously more demanding and seemingly had higher standards. Yet the original golf course which was clearly not as good, but in a much less desirable area, had glowing reviews from the local population.

This is exactly the same phenomenon that exists with patient satisfaction and their health care experience. There are huge variations depending on peoples’ socioeconomic status and geographical area. It’s well known that certain parts of the country, especially the South and Midwest, consistently outperform their Northeastern counterparts when it comes to patient satisfaction—despite no correlation with patient care standards (in fact many would argue that there’s sometimes a reverse correlation). I’ve even heard it said that in many parts of the country all a doctor has to do is stick their head through the door and wave at the patient, and that patient will be overjoyed with their care!

What my golf experience that day reinforced to me was that customer satisfaction is not a precise science and there are huge individual variables at play. Doctors, nurses, health care organizations, and even the government must keep this in mind as they digest data and look for ways to improve in this area. Whether it is golf or a hospital—satisfaction and a good experience really are in the eye of the beholder.

Suneel Dhand, MD, ACP Member, is a practicing physician in Massachusetts. He has published numerous articles in clinical medicine, covering a wide range of specialty areas including; pulmonology, cardiology, endocrinology, hematology, and infectious disease. He has also authored chapters in the prestigious "5-Minute Clinical Consult" medical textbook. His other clinical interests include quality improvement, hospital safety, hospital utilization, and the use of technology in health care. This post originally appeared at his blog.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Life at Grady: Feet of clay

I was a few steps behind her as she climbed up the 3 or 4 stairs leading into Grady Hospital. In her hand I saw that she was carrying one of those venti-sized coffee milkshake drinks complete with whipped cream and what looked like chocolate syrup on top. She wrapped her lips around the unusually large-diametered straw and slurped hard. My pace was faster than hers. It didn’t take very long for me to catch up with her.

“G’morning,” I said in what was likely the most mundane way ever. She pulled the straw from her mouth, nodded at me and returned the sentiment.

By my estimation, she was definitely younger than me. That said, her face lacked the mischief or innocence of youth so I’d say that she was definitely “grown” and maybe even somebody’s mother. Her skin was of a deep pecan color with eyes peeking from above her ample cheeks like two tiny slits. The sides of her face looked to be almost painted with this darker brown hyper pigmentation and, in that moment, the doctor in me sifted through my brain for the mechanism behind when such a thing happens when people carry lots of extra weight.

Hmmm. Acanthosis nigricans, maybe? Or even kind of like melasma or “the mask of pregnancy,” I thought to myself. Except this she didn’t appear to be pregnant at all. Just obese.

Very, very obese, to be clear.

Even without trying I could hear her laborious breaths as I walked alongside her. She was mouth breathing, yet balancing it with savoring deep swallows of what was surely a beverage well over her daily allowance of calories. Without even stopping myself, I made an unfair inventory of what I imagined to be her morning diet—some unrestricted 3,000 calories, most likely. She pulled back on the straw once more, her cheeks hollowing at the sides followed by more panting.

Confession: I could already feel my insides cringing, my nose metaphorically wrinkling with disdain. With each slurp, I noticed more things about her. The ill-fitting stretch pants that did little to hide the amorphous lumps that made up her buttocks and thighs, the wide feet folding over her distressed flip flops, the rippled upper arms that easily exceeded the size of one of my thighs—or likely even both of them.

Now she knows that she doesn’t need to be drinking that. Words I mostly thought, but that I probably would have uttered to Harry under my breath had he been beside me at the time.

Just then, I caught a glimpse of the crumpled McDonald’s bag in her other hand and immediately formed more unsolicited opinions about that choice as well. Judging. Disapproving. And almost, dare I say it? Disgusted to some degree. And you know? I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t true of what went on in my head. I’m also ashamed to say that such thoughts have probably entered my mind countless times before. Even though they were fleeting, they were there.

It was in the morning at Grady Hospital so there were many other passersby with me. They cast their glances in her direction as she shuffled up through the lobby. I could tell that many of them had those same thoughts yet the vast majority did little if anything to mask them. And so I let myself see what was happening—around me, in me—as it related to this innocent woman. The more I watched, the more I could see them; adjectives swirling all around her, pasting themselves to her swarthy cheekbones, her gelatinous arms, her abundant abdominal folds.

Fat. Lazy. Shiftless. Disgusting. Morbid. Invisible.

Her eyes kept shifting downward and away from those she encountered. It was automatic, a part of a shield of armor that immediately formed around her in such situations. The more I watched the more I saw. Person after person grimacing or even shaking their heads, right out in the open where she could see, feel, and be stung by it all..

Of course, many of those who tsk-tsked her could stand to shed a few of their own pounds. But now she was in a different realm. She had the kind of body that had crossed over into the kind that drew stares and widened eyes from little children who don’t know any better and adults who should. The kind that made single seats on commercial airplanes out of the question and even seatbelt restraints in a car a gamble. So yes, she’d moved into that public spectacle kind of obesity, making her a target for all of the stares, yes. But none of the pity.

Just that morning, I’d turned the radio station away from NPR because I was too tired of hearing about all of these unfortunate examples of discrimination against black people making the headlines. Black boys gunned down in Missouri, the President of the free world who gets openly dissed day after day, and yet another NBA franchise owner spitting out venomous words about the fans who look like me. Ugggh. Too much. Next my mind wandered to the op-ed pieces I’ve read on these same subjects, my eyes scrolling down to the nasty, racial slurs in the comment section.

But this? This, which I was not only seeing but participating in, was as messed up and discriminatory as anything. And worse, none of it was even hidden from sight. Blatant, open, egregious prejudices not because of race or sexual orientation or identity, but because of something universally affecting someone in every one of every group you can think of: weight.

And here I was, no less guilty than the rest of making her a pariah. Terrible.

Movies have won awards for complex tales of interracial loves fighting for familial acceptance. And, it seems, the world has gotten—or at least is getting—the memo that it isn’t cool to outwardly let the world know that your child can’t marry some black person or you aren’t interested in meeting the man your boy has fallen in love with and now calls his “soul mate.”

Yet somehow with obesity it’s different. It’s socially acceptable to shudder where others can see you or text some hurtful observation to a friend. No one is super angry, or rather, as angry as they would be about such open discrimination in any other group. And even worse, with obesity, the good guys are often in cahoots with the bad guys making it all exponentially worse.

So here’s what I am trying to work through: I’m trying to rage against my own machine—the imperfect human being with not-nice thoughts. I am thinking of the hurt I have felt when watching the news or listening to news radio about my own people being mistreated and how important it is for me to push myself to see my own shortcomings toward others. My hope is that it will give me more empathy toward those who think negatively of me just from looking in my direction.

Oh. And let me be clear. Obese people were not brought here against their will on slave ships, oppressed for hundreds of years and horrifically disadvantaged historically. But my point is that I don’t think there needs to be a contest to see who has been treated the worst. Instead, as we all fight for equality for the groups closest to our hearts, families and identities, that can’t ever happen if we aren’t willing to reflect on what we are doing, feeling and thinking about the groups that aren’t.

Here’s the truth: I didn’t even know that woman. I don’t know her life story, her trials, her upbringing, her resources, her support, or any such thing about her. And while I think it is perfectly okay for me to want a healthier life for her (and myself, too), I know it’s not okay for me to make up my mind that all of this represents laziness and self-loathing. I know as well as anyone that obesity isn’t that simple and can’t just be chalked up to being unmotivated. And you know? Even if it were, is it kind of me to focus just on that part without considering all of the things that may have led to that point? Hell no, it isn’t.

You know what? I’m a work in progress. And I’m going to work as hard as I can to “see” even more people than I ever have before…but to especially keep self-reflecting enough to see—and deal with—my own feet of clay in the process.

Kimberly Manning, MD, FACP, FAAP is an associate professor of medicine at Emory University School of Medicine in Atlanta, Georgia where she teaches medical students and residents at Grady Hospital. This post is adapted from Reflections of a Grady Doctor, Dr. Manning’s blog about teaching, learning, caring and growing in medicine and life. It has been adapted and reprinted with permission. Identifying information has been changed to protect individuals’ privacy.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

A letter from a medical patient to the hospital CEO

We are at a pivotal moment in health care. It’s changing so rapidly even the people leading the change can barely keep up. One of the biggest paradigm shifts over the last decade is the focus on quality over quantity. Improving the health care experience and patient satisfaction are also being talked about in boardrooms across the country (largely due to the link with reimbursements, but still unthinkable a few years ago).

As someone who has worked up and down the East Coast in a variety of different settings—from large academic centers to more rural hospitals—I have found the broad challenges to be the same everywhere you go. Unfortunately it’s also been my experience that hospital leaders often lose the forest for the trees, and are overly focused on unnecessarily complex solutions to simple problems. I’ve treated thousands of hospitalized medical patients over the years, and with my interest in quality improvement and improving the patient experience, I’ve noticed very similar patterns in what our suffering patients report back to us as their best and worst feelings towards the hospital.

While I don’t presume to be putting words into anybody’s mouth, here’s what I suspect a letter would look like from a large majority of patients who are hospitalized in America:

Dear Hospital CEO/Health care leader,

Thank you for asking me about my hospital experience during my recent bout of pneumonia. Overall I found the commitment and dedication of the frontline staff to be highly commendable. Their sincerity and professionalism was without question. However, I would like to point out a few observations (in fact, I will list them to make it easier to read).
1. I spent a lot of time in the Emergency Room waiting for my hospital bed. I know how busy it was and I’m sure everyone was doing their best, but I wanted to mention this. It’s very noisy down there and sometimes felt a little too overwhelming for me (it’s my first time in hospital).
2. There was a lot of confusion when I was admitted about my medication list. The ED and the hospital doctor both had different lists, neither of which was my actual one. I’m sorry I couldn’t remember my exact medication regimen, I’m on several different pills, but is there a better way to get an accurate list, perhaps directly from my primary care doctor or pharmacy? This nearly resulted in a small medication error on my second hospital day.
3. The nurses that saw me on the medical floor were great, but I noticed they were fixated on their computer screens and pushing around their carts more than they were looking at me or other patients! One nurse remarked to me that she agreed completely with my sentiments and proceeded to tell me all about the enormous data entry tasks that nurses now have to do. While I can’t comment on that, my mother was a nurse and my vision of a good nurse was always one who was with their patient at the bedside, talking to them regularly, consoling, and trying their best to make their sick patients feel better. I’m sure things have changed over the years, but I do hope nurses still have time to be nurses.
4. I thought the doctors were very good. Maybe a bit rushed, but again I know how busy they are. One thing though, I was seen by several different doctors in the mornings—the intern, resident, Attending, and then other specialists. All of them asked me the same questions and did the exact same examination. I was confused at first with who was in charge, but got it after a bit (some of the doctors also said opposing things to me, which needed to be clarified).
5. I found it very difficult to sleep at night. On my first night, my roommate kept calling out, and on the second night, there was a lot of commotion outside. Also, when I was already getting better, did the nursing assistant really need to wake me up at 3 a.m. to check my blood pressure? Just a thought. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but sleep and a good rest is one of the most important things the human body needs, and it’s especially true when we are sick. It should go without saying that hospitals should be calm, quiet and comfortable places.
6. I had 2 tests done which required me to be NPO. On the morning of each test, nobody could tell me what time the test would be. Have you ever been NPO before? I can tell you, it’s not pleasant. It would be good to have at least some idea how long it will last!
7. A couple of the scans I had, nobody told me beforehand what they were for. A transporter just walked into my room and announced he was taking me downstairs. There were also a couple of occasions where a phlebotomist suddenly showed up during the afternoon to take blood. I’m an educated person, and it would have been good to know the reasons why.
8. My family was extremely concerned about me, and asked on a couple of occasions roughly when the doctor would be around to speak with them. The nurse gave them an 8-hour window! Is this normal?
9. I know it’s a cliché, but the food! I’m not saying we need to have gourmet 5-star food, but I wasn’t a fan. Sorry, but you did ask me what I thought.
10. When I was discharged, the whole process seemed to happen very abruptly. I think we need to be more thorough and go through all the medications and follow-up very carefully. It’d also help if all the appointments were made for me. And while we are on the subject, on my second day in hospital, someone called my family at home and started talking about my “admission status” and when I was going to be leaving. This was before anyone even knew what was wrong with me! More tact please, my family got a bit worked up.

Having given you this list, I still want to tell you that the doctors and nurses did a pretty awesome job. I’m very grateful for that and understand that a hospital is not a hotel. Although you asked me honestly what could improve, that doesn’t mean I didn’t overall receive an excellent service. For that I thank you and your hospital’s dedicated staff.

Yours sincerely,

Medical Patient in America

Suneel Dhand, MD, ACP Member, is a practicing physician in Massachusetts. He has published numerous articles in clinical medicine, covering a wide range of specialty areas including; pulmonology, cardiology, endocrinology, hematology, and infectious disease. He has also authored chapters in the prestigious "5-Minute Clinical Consult" medical textbook. His other clinical interests include quality improvement, hospital safety, hospital utilization, and the use of technology in health care. This post originally appeared at his blog.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

Touching all the bases

Internal medicine requires knowledge, deduction, and many skills such as history taking, physical examination, and analyzing diagnostic tests. When confronting a new patient problem, we use our brains to work on finding a diagnosis. Much like police detectives, we would like to have brilliant diagnostic epiphanies, but often we make our diagnoses by painstakingly collecting all the clues and doing the necessary boots on the ground work.

We had a woman admitted to our service with confusion, decreased appetite and weight loss. In the ED, they diagnosed CKD Stage V, creatinine >5, and BUN >90. She had a 10-year history of type 2 diabetes mellitus. She had a history of ingesting high doses of salicylates and had a mildly elevated level.

The next morning as we are making rounds in the ICU she was on the bed pan. We asked the nurse to check a residual urine, because that is what we must always do with an unknown elevated creatinine. In fact her residual urine was 245 cc, despite no hydronephrosis on renal ultrasound.

The next day her appetite had returned and she no longer was confused. Three days later her creatinine was 1. Urological evaluation is the main plan now.

We had no good reason to suspect urinary obstruction, but we often are surprised with apparently newly elevated creatinine levels. We see such patients all too often. Finding obstruction when we did saved many resources.

While we love our diagnostic eureka moments, more often we get to the diagnosis through a deliberate process of touching bases and seeing what clues arise on our journey. Too often I see practicing physicians and residents skips steps. Too often I skip steps. When we skip steps we can miss the diagnosis in our omissions.

We owe our patients the deliberate process that leads to success. We need to touch all the bases.

db is the nickname for Robert M. Centor, MD, FACP. db stands both for Dr. Bob and da boss. He is an academic general internist at the University of Alabama School of Medicine, and is the Regional Associate Dean for the Huntsville Regional Medical Campus of UASOM. He still makes inpatient rounds over 100 days each year. This post originally appeared at his blog, db's Medical Rants.

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Albert Fuchs, MD, FACP, graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles School of Medicine, where he also did his internal medicine training. Certified by the American Board of Internal Medicine, Dr. Fuchs spent three years as a full-time faculty member at UCLA School of Medicine before opening his private practice in Beverly Hills in 2000.

And Thus, It Begins
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Ira S. Nash, MD, FACP, is the senior vice president and executive director of the North Shore-LIJ Medical Group, and a professor of Cardiology and Population Health at Hofstra North Shore-LIJ School of Medicine. He is Board Certified in Internal Medicine and Cardiovascular Diseases and was in the private practice of cardiology before joining the full-time faculty of Massachusetts General Hospital.

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Zackary Berger, MD, ACP Member, is a primary care doctor and general internist in the Division of General Internal Medicine at Johns Hopkins. His research interests include doctor-patient communication, bioethics, and systematic reviews.

Controversies in Hospital Infection Prevention
Run by three ACP Fellows, this blog ponders vexing issues in infection prevention and control, inside and outside the hospital. Daniel J Diekema, MD, FACP, practices infectious diseases, clinical microbiology, and hospital epidemiology in Iowa City, Iowa, splitting time between seeing patients with infectious diseases, diagnosing infections in the microbiology laboratory, and trying to prevent infections in the hospital. Michael B. Edmond, MD, FACP, is a hospital epidemiologist in Richmond, Va., with a focus on understanding why infections occur in the hospital and ways to prevent these infections, and sees patients in the inpatient and outpatient settings. Eli N. Perencevich, MD, ACP Member, is an infectious disease physician and epidemiologist in Iowa City, Iowa, who studies methods to halt the spread of resistant bacteria in our hospitals (including novel ways to get everyone to wash their hands).

db's Medical Rants
Robert M. Centor, MD, FACP, contributes short essays contemplating medicine and the health care system.

Suneel Dhand, MD, ACP Member
Suneel Dhand, MD, ACP Member, is a practicing physician in Massachusetts. He has published numerous articles in clinical medicine, covering a wide range of specialty areas including; pulmonology, cardiology, endocrinology, hematology, and infectious disease. He has also authored chapters in the prestigious "5-Minute Clinical Consult" medical textbook. His other clinical interests include quality improvement, hospital safety, hospital utilization, and the use of technology in health care.

Juliet K. Mavromatis, MD, FACP, provides a conversation about health topics for patients and health professionals.

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Matthew Mintz, MD, FACP, has practiced internal medicine for more than a decade and is an Associate Professor of Medicine at an academic medical center on the East Coast. His time is split between teaching medical students and residents, and caring for patients.

Everything Health
Toni Brayer, MD, FACP, blogs about the rapid changes in science, medicine, health and healing in the 21st century.

Vineet Arora, MD, FACP, is Associate Program Director for the Internal Medicine Residency and Assistant Dean of Scholarship & Discovery at the Pritzker School of Medicine for the University of Chicago. Her education and research focus is on resident duty hours, patient handoffs, medical professionalism, and quality of hospital care. She is also an academic hospitalist.

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John H. Schumann, MD, FACP, provides transparency on the workings of medical practice and the complexities of hospital care, illuminates the emotional and cognitive aspects of caregiving and decision-making from the perspective of an active primary care physician, and offers behind-the-scenes portraits of hospital sanctums and the people who inhabit them.

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Ryan Madanick, MD, ACP Member, is a gastroenterologist at the University of North Carolina School of Medicine, and the Program Director for the GI & Hepatology Fellowship Program. He specializes in diseases of the esophagus, with a strong interest in the diagnosis and treatment of patients who have difficult-to-manage esophageal problems such as refractory GERD, heartburn, and chest pain.

I'm dok
Mike Aref, MD, PhD, FACP, is an academic hospitalist with an interest in basic and clinical science and education, with interests in noninvasive monitoring and diagnostic testing using novel bedside imaging modalities, diagnostic reasoning, medical informatics, new medical education modalities, pre-code/code management, palliative care, patient-physician communication, quality improvement, and quantitative biomedical imaging.

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David L. Katz, MD, MPH, FACP, is an internationally renowned authority on nutrition, weight management, and the prevention of chronic disease, and an internationally recognized leader in integrative medicine and patient-centered care.

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Kevin Pho, MD, ACP Member, offers one of the Web's definitive sites for influential health commentary.

MD Whistleblower
Michael Kirsch, MD, FACP, addresses the joys and challenges of medical practice, including controversies in the doctor-patient relationship, medical ethics and measuring medical quality. When he's not writing, he's performing colonoscopies.

Medical Lessons
Elaine Schattner, MD, FACP, shares her ideas on education, ethics in medicine, health care news and culture. Her views on medicine are informed by her past experiences in caring for patients, as a researcher in cancer immunology, and as a patient who's had breast cancer.

Mired in MedEd
Alexander M. Djuricich, MD, FACP, is the Associate Dean for Continuing Medical Education (CME), and a Program Director in Medicine-Pediatrics at the Indiana University School of Medicine in Indianapolis, where he blogs about medical education.

More Musings
Rob Lamberts, MD, ACP Member, a med-peds and general practice internist, returns with "volume 2" of his personal musings about medicine, life, armadillos and Sasquatch at More Musings (of a Distractible Kind).

David M. Sack, MD, FACP, practices general gastroenterology at a small community hospital in Connecticut. His blog is a series of musings on medicine, medical care, the health care system and medical ethics, in no particular order.

Reflections of a Grady Doctor
Kimberly Manning, MD, FACP, reflects on the personal side of being a doctor in a community hospital in Atlanta.

The Blog of Paul Sufka
Paul Sufka, MD, ACP Member, is a board certified rheumatologist in St. Paul, Minn. He was a chief resident in internal medicine with the University of Minnesota and then completed his fellowship training in rheumatology in June 2011 at the University of Minnesota Department of Rheumatology. His interests include the use of technology in medicine.

Technology in (Medical) Education
Neil Mehta, MBBS, MS, FACP, is interested in use of technology in education, social media and networking, practice management and evidence-based medicine tools, personal information and knowledge management.

Peter A. Lipson, MD
Peter A. Lipson, MD, ACP Member, is a practicing internist and teaching physician in Southeast Michigan. The blog, which has been around in various forms since 2007, offers musings on the intersection of science, medicine, and culture.

Why is American Health Care So Expensive?
Janice Boughton, MD, FACP, practiced internal medicine for 20 years before adopting a career in hospital and primary care medicine as a locum tenens physician. She lives in Idaho when not traveling.

World's Best Site
Daniel Ginsberg, MD, FACP, is an internal medicine physician who has avidly applied computers to medicine since 1986, when he first wrote medically oriented computer programs. He is in practice in Tacoma, Washington.

Other blogs of note:

American Journal of Medicine
Also known as the Green Journal, the American Journal of Medicine publishes original clinical articles of interest to physicians in internal medicine and its subspecialities, both in academia and community-based practice.

Clinical Correlations
A collaborative medical blog started by Neil Shapiro, MD, ACP Member, associate program director at New York University Medical Center's internal medicine residency program. Faculty, residents and students contribute case studies, mystery quizzes, news, commentary and more.

Interact MD
Michael Benjamin, MD, ACP member, doesn't accept industry money so he can create an independent, clinician-reviewed space on the Internet for physicians to report and comment on the medical news of the day.

PLoS Blog
The Public Library of Science's open access materials include a blog.

White Coat Rants
One of the most popular anonymous blogs written by an emergency room physician.

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