The Space Between Sickness And Death

There is much to deplore in our medical system.  Atrocities abound in the dark recesses of hospital wards, the over packed waiting rooms of outpatient offices, and the algorithmic hum of insurance claim denials.  Yet time and again, the most vile of of insults are hurled at one setting in particular.  I'm talking of the place cursed by emergency room physicians when admitting yet another poor soul with a sacral ulcer, a place spoken of by patients and families in the most hushed and fearful of terms. I am talking of the modern day nursing home.The allegations of abuse and neglect abound.  The New York Times is littered with stories and editorials claiming inappropriate use of medications.  The view of nursing home owners is a bunch of fat cats, deceiving our elderly and neglecting the flesh in favor of the all important bank account biopsy.  And no doubt, as with any reputation, some of this is true. Nursing homes endure, however,  because there is no other setting for such patients.  Long after the hospital has discharged and the family has gone home, someone has to take responsibility for our most downtrodden: the poor, the frail, and those maimed by disease.  The extraordinary complexity of the average nursing home patient has leaped forward over the last few decades.  The staff pivot from the average knee replacement rehabilitation to a paraplegic with a stage four pressure ulcer, TPN, and no understanding of the meaning o...
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