Whack-A-Mom for Peace in Healthcare
Someone recently compared me to the game, "Whack a Mole". Affectionately, he described me as a person who kept sprouting up in a variety of arenas, sharing a different skill he didn't know I had or had interest in. Roaring in laughter, I agreed it seemed a spot-on description and reason why I might get so many headaches. In sharing a variety of experiences, opinions, successes and failures, I have been beaten around a little bit for them. Including a recent unexpected series of harassing phone calls and emails from a surgeon who seemed to misunderstand (and appeared quite threatened by) my goals for transparency and disclosure in health care. Whether it has been a tragic rift with family & friends because of poor or lacking communication or a medically trained clinician I have never met, my head still hurts from the blows. I never seem to know where they will come from, so like other grievers I go undercover to protect myself. My assessor explained what he was seeing....