Error prone

MARIE: In the last post, Jon told you about his recent night in hospital for tests ahead of getting the Duodopa pump. He didn’t have a whole lot of fun there, but it served its purpose, so that’s fine. Less fine were the errors made with his medication. I had been warned to expect this by other carers, who had told harrowing stories of medication schedules horribly messed up – because hospitals like to medicate three times a day, at mealtimes, which is a) far too infrequent and rigid for many Parkies and b) just plain wrong, as Parky meds and food should be separated if at all possible.

But these stories were from non-neurology wards, nursing homes, etc. I thought that surely, in a neurology ward, and particularly one where they specialize in Parkinson’s, it would be okay, I could relax and leave Jon’s meds to the experts. Imagine my surprise when one of the first things Jon’s room mate told us was that he’d elected to be in charge of his own meds as he didn’t trust the staff to get it right every time. Huh? Was he paranoid or what?

No, as it turned out, he was right and I was wrong. In the 24 hours Jon spent in hospital, no fewer than five individual errors were made. None of them catastrophic, but all of them errors with the potential to make him unnecessarily miserable. To whit:
1. Jon's evening meds were stopped several hours earlier than agreed with the specialist nurse running his tests.
2. He was given Madopar (L-dopa) in tablet form instead of his usual capsules.
3. His back pain meds were given to a strict schedule, although they are prescribed to be taken as needed, and was the one drug not to be stopped for the duration of testing.
4. He was given only a half-strength patch of Exelon (anti-dementia drug).
5. An anti-nausea drug essential for the execution of the test was omitted.

The first three problems arose at the same time, when the evening nurse came to give Jon what she claimed were his last meds of the day, at 7:30pm rather than as agreed at 9pm (and excluding the slow-release tablet we’d specifically agreed with the specialist nurse that Jon could take to give him a decent night’s sleep). This portion contained a tablet I’d never seen before, but excluded the back pain drugs. When I queried this, the night nurse was entirely unwilling to consider that I might be right and the doctor’s notes might be wrong. She stonewalled, leaving me only the sneak’s option of quietly slipping Jon some of the meds we’d brought from home. And leaving me determined to be there every waking moment of Jon’s hospital experience to guard against further errors. Two such occurred the next morning, but I was there to point them out and the day nurse was rather more amenable to sorting things out.

Why did these five errors occur? One reason only, as far as I can see. When Jon was admitted, he first talked to the specialist nurse who gave us all the information we needed. But he then had to talk also to a young doctor, recently graduated and on rotation between wards before deciding on his special field. Jon was asked to go over all his symptoms and list all his meds. Jon finds exhaustive lists impossible, so I gave the medication info. Doc scribbled and scribbled and later transcribed into the computer that is God around there.

Now, I know I did my best to give the correct information, and I’m sure young Doc did his best too, but the details are extensive and complicated. So there were five errors made. I seriously doubt that would have happened with a more experienced doctor. But the really infuriating point is that this was not necessary. All the information on Jon’s meds was already available in the holy computer, entered there by his regular neurologist, an extremely experienced doctor with highly specialized knowledge, not just of Parkinson’s in general but of Jon in particular.

I understand that young doctors have to learn somehow and that learning by doing is a great method. But when the young Doc’s doing is my husband’s potential undoing, my understanding rather evaporates. One thing is for damn sure: I’m sticking to Jon like a burr during his next stay in hospital, the planned two weeks to get the pump installed. We’re considering the purchase of large dog basket so I can sleep under his bed.