Thursday, April 13, 2017

I have a philosophical objection to falling sick or dying due to a stupid, avoidable error

Back in hospital for a routine shunt angiography, a nurse comes in to draw blood. She takes out the needle from its sheath, and accidentally drops it onto the bed. The exposed needle has now made contact with the surface of the bed, where I have been sitting for 15-20 minutes. What is the correct procedure here? It doesn't take 10 years of medical school to work it out: you replace the needle with a new one. But no.

The nurse proceeds to pick up the needle to put it into my vein. I stop her and ask her if she can use a new needle, and she immediately says, "sure", and replaces it.

What could possibly happen if she had put the needle into my vein? It's possible nothing would happen. As a nurse once casually informed me when I complained about lack of hygiene in a Berlin dialysis center I used to be at, whether one would get an infection in such situations really depends on how many bacteria are entering your body. This may well be true. But, if there is an avoidable source of infection, is it not reasonable to avoid it?

If, instead of nothing happening, I now get an infection that knocks me out for some weeks, or I get an infection that kills me, if all that it takes to avoid that rare event is that the needle be replaced, is it not worth doing it? Clearly, the answer for the nurse was, fuck that, I'm too damn lazy to now go get a new needle that's one meter away from me. For the nurse, it's just another day in the workplace, *she* will go home to her family, *she* will not have to pay any price for her mistake. The risk is all mine to take.

My impression is that German nurses and doctors are especially casual about hygiene in a medical setting. In Japan, the UK, France, Sweden, the US, the standards are much, much higher. There are stringent rules about disinfecting the hands even before one puts on gloves; this is unheard of in Germany. A doctor at a dialysis clinic in Berlin once yelled at me when I mentioned that there was an infection risk if nurses didn't disinfect their hands. Her argument: the clinic has a zero infection rate so the current procedures are adequate, and besides it's not reasonable to require that medical personnel disinfect their hands every time they move from one patient to the next, it's just too much work. The patient must pay the price for this casual attitude.

I have a strong objection to all this: I don't mind dying as a result of an unavoidable situation. The heart can and will eventually fail. A deadly infection that you get by chance that ends your life. An accident on the street ends your life. I can live with all these ways of dying, so to speak. But, on principle, I have a strong objection to having to incur risks just because of situations like a nurse being too sloppy to replace a needle she has dropped on the bed. I understand fully that nobody gives a rat's ass what my position on this important issue is, but here it is, for the record.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Dialysis shunt shut-down

When I first got my dialysis shunt in mid-2011, I received clear instructions on paper to check every day, several times a day, with a stethoscope, that the shunt is still working. When a shunt is working, it has this unmistakable whoosh-whoosh-whoosh sound. The instruction was to go to emergency if I don't hear that sound.

In the beginning, I was rigorous about checking shunt function. After a few years of largely uneventful dialysis, I became complacent. I eventually paid the price for this complacency. Last week on Wednesday night, I went for my regular overnight dialysis, and the nurse came around and got ready to puncture the shunt. Lately I haven't been doing the puncturing myself because I just got operated on for an aneursym and it's now much more difficult to insert the needle myself: due to the operation the shunt has been embedded deeper inside the arm and it takes a lot of force to pierce the needle into the artery and I don't feel confident doing that (yet).

So the nurse simply stuck the needle in... and nothing happened. Normally, when a needle enters the shunt, a gush of fresh red blood appears in the tubing attached to the needle. It pulsates strongly because of the pressure in the shunt. That's how you know you are in. But nothing. Thinking that she had missed the shunt, the nurse moves the needle around under the skin (this is very painful because she has to change the direction of piercing under the skin--the sharp needle must be ripping through the muscle and tissue) and a bit of blood appears, but it's nearly black and not pusating at all. That's when the nurse realized that the shunt was not working.

It seems that my shunt had shut down sometime between Tuesday morning, when I finished my last dialysis and Wednesday evening, and I had no idea when. I had felt some pain and distension in the shunt, but it was consistent with the usual pains associated with the shunt, so I didn't bother to look more closely.  I had gone about my usual work on Tuesday and Wednesday, when I should have been in emergency getting the shunt reopened.

So this is now 10PM and my shunt is down. I have three liters of fluid that have to be removed from my body so dialysis is urgently needed. The nurses then sent me to emergency one floor below (the night dialysis is in a hospital). The nurses there were quick to do an EKG, and blood tests to establish potassium levels. They decided the potassium was too high and gave me a battery of medicines to reduce potassium levels, and stuck me in a hospital room for the night. I've never had a shunt shutdown so this was a terrifying experience for me; I had kind of expected that they'd operate on the shunt immediately that very night, but no. It was some 12 hours later that I was scheduled for an operation.  All this time the shunt is just not working. What's happening to the blood that's stuck in the shunt? It must be festering, because stagnant blood is just like flesh. I have no idea how bad the situation is, so I'm just lying there in the hospital bed the whole night, anxious.

The operation happened around 10:25AM and lasted an hour. I opted for local anaesthetic as always; these operations are really painful but getting general anaesthesia means you pay a price later. I generally throw up a lot and recovery takes longer. It's just too expensive time-wise to get general anaesthesia and I always opt for the more painful but faster option. However, this operation was way more painful than any shunt OP I have had in a while, and I think this was my sixth shunt operation. The thing with pain is that it flows through you and takes over all your ability to feel anything else; you only feel the pain and nothing else impinges on consciousness. In that sense, it's possible to tolerate even high levels of pain, if you treat yourself as an observer. But it was harder this time and eventually I was crying, silently.  Not sobbing or anything, I just had tears streaming down my face. This seemed to upset a nurse passing by much more than it upset me---if crying gives my body an outlet and gives relief, why not? It's a natural reaction. But the nurse felt horrified that I was crying, and came and stood by me and hold my free hand. Strangely, that led to an increased stream of tears. I suppose that any human contact magnifies one's emotional response. Is crying such a rare response on the operating table, I wonder? What do other patients do? Maybe they are all opting for general anaesthesia.  The surgeon asked me if I feeling any pain and I said yes, but I told him to keep going because I could tolerate it. But the other nurse standing by him found that outrageous and said it would be inhuman to make me endure pain and they injected more local anaesthetic into the arm. I don't really understand that. If I can tolerate the pain, in the sense that it doesn't make me cry out loud, it should be OK, no? There's no need for more anaesthetic. But apparently the doctrine in medicine is, no pain whatsoever.

The surgeon was the same one as for the aneurysm; a very competent guy. Within an hour, after much painful cutting and pulling and shearing, he had the shunt working again. I learnt later that my shunt had shut down due to calcium deposits blocking it. They literally used a sucking device to pull out the calcium from the shunt (I could hear it, it sounded like a vacuum cleaner).

So, the shunt is working at 11:30AM on Thursday, and, amazingly, I was dialysed through the shunt at 2PM, right there in the hospital. I thought this was nothing short of miraculous.

The hospital stay lasted four days while I recovered from the operation.  I was put in a room with two other patients. Unfortunately for me, one of the patients had a cough and running nose that eventually proved to be the influenza. This came back to bite me later.

Saturday they sent me home, and told me to get re-admitted to hospital on Tuesday morning to get a follow-up shunt angiography. This involves sticking a large catheter into the shunt and injecting iodine and then watching the flow of the iodine through some kind of x-ray type of machine. They wanted to establish whether the shunt had some dangerous narrow spots. When it does, they can use a balloon catheter to widen it. The angio is not a big operation, but one has to stay overnight in hospital. So I ended up spending Tuesday night in the hospital. By this time, I have a cough and the sniffles as well. The doctor takes one look at me and quickly decides I must have the flu as well because I had been in the same room with the guy with the flu, and puts me into strict isolation in the same room with the guy who has the proven case of the flu! I had a strong feeling that she was wrong about the flu, so I took matters into my own hands. I was stuck in a room with a guy who has the flu, I probably just have a common cold. If I breathe the same air as him (he was coughing non-stop) I would probably get the flu as well. I was inoculated against the flu but it seems the injection failed this year. So my solution was to ask the nurse to give me one of their heavy duty masks that they wear when dealing with infectious patients. She gave me one, it was a massive mask that covers the whole mouth and it's not so easy to breathe through it, but it's not impossible. I spent the whole night lying there with the mask on while my neighbor alternated between snorting, snoring, and coughing right through the night.  I could block out the astonishingly loud sound mostly, through my trusted Bose noise cancelling headphones, but I didn't get much sleep because it was so hard to suck in air. But I wasn't willing to risk getting the flu on top of my cold so I was disciplined enough to hold on. At one point I must have dozed off and in my sleep removed the mask; so I was exposed for I don't know how long.

Anyway, I'm home now and recovering from this harrowing experience. Could I learn something from this?  I think that I could have reduced the shock of having to go to emergency in the middle of the night, and a lot of the attendant unpleasantness if I had continued to be rigorous about checking my shunt's operation two or three times a day as instructed. At least I would have gotten to emergency earlier and would be in control of the situation rather than being buffeted about by the surprise of a shunt shutdown. It seems to help me a lot psychologically if I am being proactive about the problem rather than being pushed ahead by factors out of your control.

The second lesson I learnt is to always have a supply of heavy duty sterile face masks at hand. I am going to order them from the pharmacy later today. The next time I'm in hospital I am going to keep the mask on all the time. I may even use it when traveling on the train to work when the infection season is on (like right now).

PS The ironic end (?) of this story is that I do have the flu. The initial diagnosis was right.  I only learnt this when I called my doctors to tell them that the hospital had given me the wrong dose of Tamiflu to take home. They said: "you have the flu, the hospital just informed us; the hospital should have never let you leave for home".  The strange thing here is nobody thought to call me and tell me this. I have now exposed my son and wife as well to possible infection. I just don't understand how the medical world functions.  My doctors also told me to get a face mask to protect others from getting my infection. So I send my wife to the pharmacy to get the same mask they gave me in hospital, the 3M Aura 1862+. It seems this mask is not for sale to ordinary citizens. Even if one were to order it from the wholesaler, bypassing the usual routes, it would take 10 days! On it is available right now however, it costs a whopping 90 Euros for 20 masks. We have asked the pharmacy to get whatever is appropriate for the current situation.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Kidney transplant: yes or no?

For a long time I have been thinking about what I am going to do when the time comes for me to decide whether to get a kidney transplant.  I have another 5-6 years to wait so there is no real hurry, but I still need to have put thought into it. If I talk to a transplant surgeon or a nephrologist, they have no hesitation in arguing for a transplant. However, none of these people have any personal experience of living with a transplant. I have 25 years' experience. It's a nightmare. You have to constantly be under stress about your blood values, you are in a doctor's office every few weeks getting a blood test (and then the excruciating wait till the results are known), the occasional, random increases in creatinine stressing the hell out of you (is this the end?). You have to take immunosuppressives, and they make you catch infections all the time.  Transplantation just replaces one problem with another set of problems.

But yesterday I talked to a nephrologist who gave me a much more sensible criterion for making the call. He told me that for my specific case, i.e., for my individual and particular situation, it makes sense to hold out for a good quality kidney. Then he defined good quality for me: from a young, healthy person, non-smoker, does not take too long to get to me, has a good match. When I get the phone call, I will be allowed to ask the surgeons whether these criteria are met before deciding whether to say yes or no.

This doctor's advice was to just say no if the kidney didn't meet the criteria, and wait for the next one. And if the kidney met these criteria, I should take the chance and get a transplant. I think this makes a lot of sense: I can maximize whatever gain I can get by a transplant by getting the best possible kidney I can get. Until then I am just doing fine on dialysis. I feel much less stressed about this now.

This is the first time a nephrologist or surgeon has given me anything other than an unconditional "yes" answer. I think that doctors need to think harder about their patients and their particular situation and give more informed advice than they generally do.  Just giving a patient an oversimplified answer is more harmful than helpful.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Shunt Revision [Warning: blood-drenched photos of shunt]

So I just got home yesterday from a four day stay in hospital, following what the Germans call a Shunt Revision, which I guess translates to shunt repair. I had developed an aneurysm in the shunt, and it had to be urgently repaired because there was a danger of the shunt just breaking open. It is an interesting academic exercise to think about what would happen if it did: I have five liters of blood and the rate of flow in my shunt is one liter per minute. This time round we didn't get a chance to test the outcome empirically because the surgeons quickly operated on the shunt and (hopefully) fixed it.

The OP was done under local anaesthesia under my request. This is my ninth operation. I don't like general anaesthesia and avoid it when I can. It's dangerous and I suffer much longer if I get general.
I guess I will save the next general anaesthesia operation for my next kidney transplant, imminent in 5-6 years. The price I had to pay for local was hearing them cutting into the shunt and a certain amount of pain when they pierced the shunt with various sharp implements. However, I have read somewhere reliable that pain is largely in the mind. This seems to be true. When you feel pain, you can stop to observe it objectively like an outsider. If you just let it wash over you and treat it like an exercise in observation, it doesn't have as much of an effect on you as when you react to it, as we reflexively do. I would say the pain during the OP was bearable, much less than a toe-stub, and certainly less than certain nights when I accidentally hit a nerve when I insert the needle into the shunt; on those occasions, I have to suffer 7-8 hours straight and no psychological tricks can get rid of it (falsifying my earlier statement that it's all in the mind---maybe I just haven't figured out the right trick yet).

The operation itself went smoothly, the surgeons were super-duper relaxed guys who talked non-stop during the one hour procedure and it felt like they were sitting around at at a coffee table and just chatting about inconsequential stuff. I was really impressed at how these guys can do such complicated procedures so effortlessly. I cannot even understand how one can do such an operation: they opened up half my shunt and then stitched it up again, without my losing much blood. How?? My shunt gushes out blood like a fountain when I insert or remove needles. How can one just cut open the shunt and control bleeding? Sure, they used a clamp to prevent the artery from delivering blood. No big deal. But they had to stitch together about 6 cm of opened up shunt, and stitch it so well that no blood would come out. Or almost none, as you can see below. At one point I did feel a gush of blood just flowing out of the shunt and pouring out like a shower onto my arm, but the surgeons continued to sound completely cool and relaxed, and it stopped pretty quickly.

Right after the operation

An hour or so later

Several hours later

It was really remarkable how little blood came out over the next 12 hours. And the next day I was dialyzed in the hospital with a single-needle procedure, using the shunt!!! It feels like an amazing feat of surgical skill to open up a shunt, fix it, close it up, and then use it the next day like nothing happened!

It's awe-inspiring to see such skill in action. It's so great that in surgery there is a binary outcome: success or failure. You don't need to do any BS statistics to work out if you found an effect. You either got it or you didn't get it.  Few things in life have such clarity.

Anyway, I am now finally out of hospital and hope to be able to get back to my normal life.

I must say I am very thankful to be living in such a civilized country like Germany. Thanks to the amazing medical facilities here, I can live a nearly completely normal, some would even say productive, life, despite being half blind and in total kidney failure. That privilege is not available in many other countries.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Year six of dialysis

In the flurry of the US presidential election, I didn't even realize that I have crossed the five-year mark of my dialysis. I've now entered the sixth year. So, how are things going?

The good
I'm still in very good shape for a 52 year old guy with kidney failure. On a good day I can do 200 pushups, on a bad day 100. I regularly skip rope, ride the stationary bike in the gym, lift weights, do body weight training and Iaido. I go for longish walks, either with my wife or alone. Overall, I end up spending quite a bit of time on exercise, maybe an average of 50 minutes to one hour a day. This seems like the bare minimum. If I do anything less than this, I start to lose muscle mass very fast, probably to do with the dialysis sucking out so much protein from my body. I have to accept that there is no way I can build up more muscle mass than I currently have (which is not much), and have to settle for just maintaining strength and endurance at a steady state.  It's not that I want to bulk up like those poor bozos in the gym whose brains have settled into their biceps; they have so little brain power left they have to randomly walk around the gym trying to find out where their locker is. But I wouldn't mind having a bit more muscle. My doctors are pretty amazed that I exercise; it seems I am the only one under their care who does.  They keep telling me vaguely to "take it easy", without really defining what that means, so I just ignore them.

Another good thing is dialysis in Germany. Despite the recent cut-backs in dialysis funding, the system hasn't yet become a totally dysfunctional one. There is now such a scarcity of narrow tape for taping up the needles during dialysis that nurses have to rip up a wide tape lengthwise to get the right width. Even the tubing has become much shorter, so that I have to have the dialysis machine extremely close to me when I sleep. I believe the nurses are also getting paid less. Nevertheless, I am lucky not to be living in any of the following countries: USA, France, Netherlands, Austria, Sweden. Did I mention the US? After the recent amazing discussion about how dialysis patients should be just allowed to die because they cost so much,  I want to add Japan, but maybe not just yet. Germany is still better than most of these countries. I feel very lucky to get night dialysis so that I can lead a near-normal life.

The bad
I can't think of anything bad at the moment. Oh yes, my shunt is narrowing and will need regular treatment at the hospital (every three months). They will have to regularly stick in a balloon catheter into the shunt to widen a narrowing in my armpit. It isn't much fun, but I guess things could be worse. Here too, the only really annoying thing about the procedure is having to spend a night in the hospital with other patients, who loudly talk their way through their hospital stay (see below, The Ugly).

The ugly
That's a no-brainer. It's the typical (dialysis) patient in Berlin. The typical patient in Berlin is basically an animal with no ability to think about what effect their behavior has on other people. TV: on at full volume. Music: the same. Walk around the dialysis center touching the water bottles and glasses while holding on to one's urine container. Playing the guitar loudly, singing a weirdly demented version of Stairway to Heaven at the top of their lungs. Talking loudly to fellow dialysis patients while dialyzing despite the fact that many other patients are sleeping. Jesus, who the fuck are these people? I'm trying to recall where I have seen this kind of behavior in Berlin. Oh yeah, everywhere! The definition of Berlin is Rücksichtslosigkeit. If there were a polar opposite to the consideration people show in Japan to each other, it is Berlin.

So now I have some five more years of dialysis to do before I get a transplant. I must say I am now totally willing to risk another transplant to squeeze out another 10 or so years of near-normal life.

Monday, November 14, 2016

The worst thing about dialysis in Berlin is other dialysis patients

In the last five years, I have now dialyzed all over western Europe, Japan, and the US (just two weeks or so there).  One striking difference between dialyzing in Berlin vs any other city I have been to is the sheer obnoxiousness of dialysis patients. They will either turn their TV headphones to full blast and put them on the table so they don't have to put them over their heads, or talk loudly to each other even when other patients are sleeping, talk loudly on the phone, or all of the above at the same time.  I have seen doctors sometimes try to get patients to be more considerate, but in one particular case I saw, the patient told the doctor that there is nothing the doctor could do to stop the patient from talking loudly.  In my dialysis center, one guy actually brings his guitar and walks around all over the dialysis center loudly singing and strumming his guitar. What's so special about Berliners? Why are they such assholes?

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Fifth year of dialysis

So, I'm now in my fifth year of dialysis, my third year on overnight dialysis.  What has changed in these years?

1. I finally got used to night dialysis. The main challenge was getting to sleep with the noise of the dialysis machine (the machine can be very loud, these are really very old machines, not the fancy Japanese ones I saw in Tokyo and Kyoto). The other major challenge was keeping my shunt arm immobile for eight hours. I solved the sleeping problem by exhausting myself with work on the day of dialysis---I get up early and work non-stop to the point that I can't go on any more after 6PM, so that falling asleep by 9:30PM really is no problem any more. This works on most days. The shunt arm problem I solved by placing my arm on a cushion; the contact with the cushion provides enough of a cue to my brain to keep it stationary even if I am asleep. The brain is an amazing machine that can be trained to do virtually anything.

2. I have become really good at inserting my own needles. Gone are the days of failed punctures and fountains of blood. I can always get the needles in with no or almost no blood. I still occasionally mess up, but this seems to be within the bounds of normal error. My last serious error was about a year ago, when I went right through the shunt, but I have learnt to change the angle of the needle when I'm going in.

3. The skin on the shunt is getting weak from repeated puncturing. There are parts of the shunt where I cannot puncture any more or else I will bleed all night. The skin can't take any more assaults of the needle. So I have to creatively enter the shunt from the side, a bit of a challenge that I sometimes leave to the nurse.

4. Perhaps because I'm getting older, it takes much more work to retain muscular mass and fitness levels. If I don't exercise for a week, it feels as if I lost the last six months' gains instantly. This is an area that needs significantly more effort from me. I spent maybe four or five sessions a weeks, 1-1.5 hours each, exercising; once or twice a week, these sessions involve weights. Each session has about 40 minutes of core exercises (I spend most of my energy on maintaining core strength because I had a hernia operation in 2010 and never, ever want a repeat of that experience). The positive outcome of all this effort is that at least I don't have the typical potato-with-matchsticks-for-legs-and-arms look of a German professor. But I am definitely nowhere near the fitness levels when I was at my peak in my transplant days.  I am currently working with the Sports medical center at the University of Potsdam to build up an exercise program that will help me build up stamina. My goal is to get to 1.5 hours six days a week. Another measurable yardstick I set for myself is being able to do 250 pushups in multiple sets but in one exercise session. Currently I am at 150.  I will need to be very fit if I decide to get a transplant, the operation is huge stressor for the heart, and I anyway need to be very fit in order to have a decent chance of surviving till retirement. So I'm very motivated to fix the fitness problem.  One thing I don't know is: how fit can a dialysis patient get? Is there an upper limiting bound? It would be cool if I could talk to a doctor about that, but unfortunately such a doctor would have to know both about exercise science and dialysis, and such people apparently do not exist in my immediate circle.

So, now I just need to hunker down and keep going like this for another five years till I get high up enough on the transplant list. I'll be 57 years old by then, and will have to decide then whether to get a transplant.  If I get a transplant at 57 and it survives another 10 years, I could even spend the last 10 years of my working life as a nearly normal person.

In closing, I must say that I am extremely lucky to be living in Germany, and in Berlin in particular. I've seen dialysis establishments all over western Europe, US, and Japan. Almost none of them provide night dialysis; it's a huge luxury and allows me to live an almost normal life. Germany is really the only country I know (maybe apart from Japan) that really found the right balance between patient needs, sustainable medical cost, and quality of care.  A fantastic achievement.