Once only the wealthy, the scribes and the priestly class
accessed the word of God. The
populace had to settle for images wrought within stained glass, carved within
stone and painted upon walls to enlighten them. Then the printing press was invented. Then Martin Luther demanded
change. Then he translated a Latin
Bible into the people’s German.
Nothing stood between the common man and the word.
In the background Kathy stands in her scribe’s gown. Her hands are typing on a keyboard and holding the quill. The paper uncoils before her saying, “This is important, this is the patient story.” In this moment she is combining worlds; her role of scribe and caregiver become one.
Behind her the cloud and sun streaming into the room offers a promise of a new day. Only if we combine the compassion of the caring scribe, the analytical thought process of the doctor and self-reported patient data with the technological promise of the cloud will we create an EMR that truly is the patient story.
The world was thrown into turmoil. Scribes wondered what they would do. Priests felt their Godlike powers sway,
as a questioning public read the word in their native tongue. During this time the western world
plunged into religious war due to a change in technology.
We are again at a time of great change. The doctors of medicine long have been
revered like priests of old; scribes copied their words as a holy writ that the
public could not easily access.
Then came the electronic medial record. Now patients, doctors, nurses and scribes are trying to find
their way in this new world. Each
has a place in the system of care and scribes are walking a new path.
As an artist, I create lovely calligraphy whilst having very
poor penmanship. I can write fast
and the longhand text appears as an insane scrawl, or I can write legibly at a
glacial speed. I have great
respect for the scribes in our culture that can quickly write in a beautiful
fashion. That respect applies even
as they embraced typing and technology.
They hear and type with great speed, making that which was illegible,
easy to communicate. My eldest son
has autism so he often must use a scribe to get his thoughts quickly upon the
page. The word “scribing” is
enmeshed in our daily life. I have
great respect for scribes and Kathy Nicholls is the best scribe I know.
This is Kathy Nicholl’s jacket: “The Scribe.”
Kathy Nicholls reached out to me in September of 2010. She had stumbled across my blog while
following Meaningful Use and HIPAA regulations. She has worked in the medical transcription field for many
years and was concerned that the patient story was being lost in the culture of
‘click the box’ electronic medical records. She also explained she was caring for her grandmother and
was very frustrated by records lost within EMR systems.
For the next year I read Kathy’s thoughtful and astute
comments on the Society for Participatory Medicine list serve. She brought such a grounded perspective
to conversations that often were highly theoretic. Then in the fall of 2011 she reached out again after seeing
that I would be presenting as a keynote speaker at the AHDI (Association forHealth Documentation Integrity) conference in August 2012. That was her professional
organization and I asked her to join The Walking Gallery. Kathy was torn as to which story she
would tell. Would she focus on
caring for her grandmother or on her fight for patient-centered and accurate
data access in the EMR for patient and caregiver?
Kathy sent her jacket to me and it would rest in the queue
as her story twisted and turned as the care for her grandmother became more
intense. Much inspiration for this
painting came from Kathy’s life experience in February 2012. Her grandmother was hospitalized and
records were not accessed. Kathy’s
grandmother had created an advance directive specifying no DNR prior to the
onset of dementia. Nevertheless,
she was intubated upon admission to a local hospital and was asked to under go
duplicate tests, as data was not transferring between EMR systems.
From the end of February through the first few days of
March, hundreds of Kathy’s friends followed her care giving journey as she
updated us on her grandmother’s slow decline.
In this vignette a doctor is checking on Kathy’s
grandmother, while a young relative asks, “Why don’t you just clear her nasal
passages so she can breathe?”
Active death is a concept not well known outside the halls of
medicine. The young and
inexperienced in death cannot understand that fluid slowly fills their
great-grandmother making it hard to breathe.
In the background Kathy stands in her scribe’s gown. Her hands are typing on a keyboard and holding the quill. The paper uncoils before her saying, “This is important, this is the patient story.” In this moment she is combining worlds; her role of scribe and caregiver become one.
Behind her the cloud and sun streaming into the room offers a promise of a new day. Only if we combine the compassion of the caring scribe, the analytical thought process of the doctor and self-reported patient data with the technological promise of the cloud will we create an EMR that truly is the patient story.
