Practicing Medicine

Today, I had to visit the cardiology center for additional EKGs and an echocardiogram to compare the new readings to my previous baseline. This follow-up was necessary because the infusion therapy I’m undergoing is expected to cause changes in my heart, so regular monitoring is crucial.

Upon arriving at the cardiology center, I checked in and noticed the staff using descriptors on the check-in log to help locate patients more efficiently. I was wearing navy blue scrubs and a blue jacket, so they listed me as “navy blue scrubs and blue jacket,” which made it easier for them to find me when it was my turn.

My technician for the day was Ursula. She had a thick accent but spoke slowly and clearly, making it easy for me to understand her instructions. I was asked to undress from the waist up and put on a hospital gown that opened in the front. Once ready, I lay down on my back and turn towards my left side to allow for a clearer image of my heart.

Ursula applied a generous amount of gel and positioned the electrode from the echocardiogram machine right between my breasts to get a view of my heart. She needed to capture images from various angles, including under my breast, pressing down on my rib cage, and from the top at the middle of my clavicle, facing downward. Although I have had this procedure done before, this particular session was the most painful experience I have ever had.

It became evident that every technician has their own techniques, and Ursula was particularly heavy-handed. It felt as though she was pressing into every rib and bone in my thoracic cavity. This experience gave me a firsthand understanding of how important it is for medical professionals to balance their focus on the task with attentiveness to the patient’s comfort.

Throughout the procedure, Ursula kept assuring me, “It’s just going to be a moment. I just have to get a good picture.” Despite her reassurances, the pain was intense. It felt like each second stretched into an eternity as I tried to endure the discomfort.

Reflecting on this experience, I realize the importance of effective communication and empathy in healthcare. While the primary goal is to obtain accurate readings and ensure the patient’s health, the process should not overlook the patient’s immediate comfort and experience. It’s a delicate balance, but one that makes a significant difference in the overall quality of care.

As I left the cardiology center, I couldn’t help but think about the importance of advocating for oneself in medical settings. If I ever encounter a similar situation again, I will not hesitate to speak up about my discomfort and ask for adjustments to make the experience more bearable.