Blow Me Down

To all of my readers native to the lovely province of Newfoundland, the title is exactly the reference you have in your head at the moment.

To the uninitiated, Blow Me Down is the name of a provincial park on the west coast of Newfoundland on a peninsula between Lark and York Harbours. Therefore, it’s also found in the names of various trails, land forms, and businesses. My favourite, and really the seed of this post, was stumbling across this retirement centre about 50 km from Corner Brook.

The title is also referring to my reaction on this, the 4th anniversary of PharmAspire. 

So why was I in Newfoundland? Pharmacy of course. Due to the tragedy that befell a dear colleague just before Christmas, the region he supported has been emotionally adrift. Like all of us, when answers are lacking we try out our brave faces in an attempt to carry on as normal. The onset of winter was the darkest I can remember, and three months later, the pall carries us into the spring. It’s familiar now, so reminiscing about fond memories tends to bring about smiles a bit more often, and those touched by Dave’s spirit share a strong, common bond. I’m here to finish some audit work he started, and that thought alone has made the last week rather surreal.

Being the city slicker I am, anything outdoorsy is met with reluctance. If I’m goaded enough, I will absolutely enjoy building snowmen, sliding, skating, 4-wheeling, swimming, canoeing, but never from my own ambition; someone who knows the ropes needs to bring over the plate of excitement for me to sample. The west coast of NF is still quite wintery at the end of March, and I have never seen so many snowmobiles taking residence in the hotel parking lot. Deer Lake is my hub, my command centre. Just off the Transcanada and about 5 minutes to an airport that would fit comfortably in the new Ikea being built in Dartmouth, I’ll do my traveling 90 minutes northeast and about 30+ minutes down the coast.

A few observations that struck me driving through this beautiful part of the country: 1) there isn’t much to look at between townships (or exits for that matter), 2) sidewalks are rare, as are pavement markings, so dodging pedestrians on snow-covered roads can be a bit unnerving, and 3) through the light flurries just before Corner Brook, I’ve found myself looking directly at the side of a mountain that has angled streaks reminiscent of a marbled steak. It was pretty neat to be driving through Humber valley with walls of rock and ice on either side.

After a week of meeting new people, coaching, discussing procedure, assessing dispensary layouts and staffing mix, I am reminded of the quality of pharmacy services you find anywhere. The styles and personalities may be a bit different, but they fit well in the communities they serve. I learned something new every day that I will carry with me to others. Dave brought these pharmacists, these technicians, these assistants together. They are leaning on each other for support and healing together despite their differences and relative distance.

This blog was created to help share experiences and positivity with others. Ever the optimist, Dave’s outlook on life was to accept every day as a gift; enjoy the people, never panic, give your best, and end the day celebrating any improvement, no matter how small.

I don’t know when or if I’ll be back, but for a week I felt welcome and accepted. Those folks carry a piece of Dave with every memory and recalled conversation. Each time I met someone new, inevitably they would smile and tell a story worth a few chuckles. In some small way, it felt like I was saying hello to him once again. Pair that with an anniversary of my first dabble into the writing forum, and it’s overwhelming.

Like the strong winds that constantly whip over the Murray Mountains, it’s enough to knock me off my feet.

Blow me down…

 

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A Few Numbers

My LinkedIn feed chimed in the other day to notify that the 4th anniversary of PharmAspire is fast approaching. Four years. A full election cycle. A round of Olympic Games has come and gone. Pharmacy? I would say we’ve had plenty of evolution during that time, much of it chronicled on these pages. Thank you so much for reading and joining in the movement to practice on our terms…in our terms.

The topic today centres around my fascination with numbers. As long as I can remember, the logic and the consistency that numbers provide has ruled my behavior and my approach to problems. They are universal in meaning, and exist in all languages. In a digital age, information may be stored as never before. Numbers are broadcasted and converted to sound-waves, they are used to form images that we share with one another. They help explain this vast three-dimensional world we live in, and through theoretical physics, suggest dimensions beyond our own.

Nowadays, the numbers that pharmacists care most about are about the evidence. How treat-able is a disease? What monitoring parameters do we need for drug therapy? To which demographic slice does this guideline pertain?

A quick look at the Statscan homepage shows some interesting nuggets. Did you know that in 2014, the percentage of the population that were current smokers (18.1%), was virtually identical with the WHO classification for heavy drinkers (17.9%) and both were slightly higher than those previously diagnosed with high blood pressure (17.7%)?

The page also points out that over half (54%) of adults and almost 1 in 4 (23.7%) of youth were classified as overweight or obese. I find that amazing. How are we doing in the realm of mental health?

Perceived mental health by age group and sex
(Very good or excellent (%))
2011 2012 2013 2014
%
Very good or excellent
Both sexes 72.6 71.7 71.1 71.1
Males 73.5 72.7 71.9 72.1
Females 71.7 70.7 70.3 70.1

These numbers represent about 20 million people, meaning that 9-10 million do not report having very good or excellent mental health. The alarming thing is that these percentages are declining at 0.5% a year (~150000 people), with the largest fall coming from women aged 20-34:

20 to 34 years 75.3 73.8 74.0 72.3
Males 74.7 75.1 74.6 74.9
Females 76.0 72.4 73.5 69.7

Here are a few more  observations from Laura:

57- The average number of times Devin must remind Laura to please look at and edit his post so he can put it up (for the love of God)!

2- the number of cups of coffee needed by the editor to survive the day.

2- the number of cups of coffee needed by the editor so all other pharmacy staff and customers survive the day.

200mg- the number of morphine equivalents allowed to be prescribed in chronic non-cancer pain in NS right now.

50mg- the number of morphine equivalents that will be allowed to be prescribed in chronic non-cancer pain in NS in the next year or so.  Will funding for addiction services increase to account for this drastic decrease? We sure hope so.

It’s an important question given the stagnating economy and the illicit drug crises occurring in major Canadian centres like Vancouver and Toronto. It’s one thing to restrict access to contraband. It’s quite another to restrict prescribing of legitimate therapy without offering alternative counseling support or treatment options.

Before we paint by numbers, and generalize too much, we need to remember that each case is different. Poor mental health is pervasive and affects so many of us living with or without any co-morbidities. As front-line healthcare providers, pharmacists may be in position to intervene earlier with a frank discussion or a recommendation to a physician.

At the outset, I mentioned that numbers help explain the world around us. No one wants to feel like ‘just a number’, lost in the system with little cause for hope. Each one of those ‘numbers’ has a story to tell. Are we ready to listen?

 

 

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Positive Charge

Over the past four years or so, I’ve attempted to make physical fitness more of a priority in my life. What began as training for an upcoming Multiple Sclerosis (MS) Bike Tour has perpetuated to present day. This is something about which I am a bit proud. I’ve also come to embrace the infernal elliptical machine as a necessary evil. A muse most cruel in punishing your body so that you may feel ‘good’. The  elliptical burns energy but as the body recharges, it gives you more than it uses, allowing you to push through the pain it causes the next day.

On one particular day, I found myself watching Joel Osteen on stage in Texas. Mr. Osteen is an evangelical preacher known for extremely large congregations, writing inspirational self-help books, and constantly needing lots of money. In case you’re curious, watching this wasn’t really my choice; my Sunday morning cardio just happened to coincide with a program lineup of fishing shows and infomercials peddling foot-massagers. Pickings were rather slim.

Stripping out the religious portions of this particular sermon, one message that struck me as stunningly obvious (though often forgotten in daily life), was that of positive thinking. You really need to believe that something will be successful before it has the possibility of being realized. Consequently, proving that something can not be done doesn’t take much effort or forethought. Be it a project, or personal goal, how many people do you know who predict colossal failure but accidentally succeed? Unless you’re describing my attempts to bowl or play pool, I would say the answer is very few people.

We’re all a bit apprehensive about trying something new. The pharmacy world has experienced plenty of new in the past half-dozen years. I, for one, have been guilty of wanting to feel ‘safe’. Let someone else take the lead on minor ailments for example; whatever mistakes they make, or third party audit claw-backs they receive, staying on the sidelines until the bugs get worked out is certainly easier. The level of negative energy has been on the rise because the industry has taken a series of hits without enough visible wins. There has been progress, and we do try to highlight the works of specific pharmacists or sites in hopes they inspire others to follow their lead.

The phrase ‘keep your eye on the ball’ isn’t just meant to be a sports reference. A firm endpoint or goal is extremely important, for motivation and for measurement. If the endpoint is carefully developed and visualized ahead of time, the unforeseen challenges that could potentially create hurdles won’t slow you down. Not all negative energy is bad; it may uncover those hurdles earlier and allow for better planning, but just like a battery needs two terminals to create fuel, there has to be a balance.

So, I’m thinking we need to lean on each other to create a positive charge to bring that balance back. Our thoughts need to stay positive during these precarious times. We need to act,  and to charge toward those goals. Collaborative practices may be better developed in other provinces, but are beginning to take root in Atlantic Canada. With that comes a wealth of possibilities for prescribing, monitoring plans, authorizing lab tests, and outcome research.

Direct the current. Stay grounded. Feel the electricity.

 

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Let’s Get Ethical

Seeing how a certain someone was inaugurated south of the border a few days ago, I see it fit to provide some commentary on a topic that is on all of our minds lately. Ethics. Mr. president’s first task was to find someone to play at his inauguration ceremony and he had a hell of a time lining up anyone recognizable.

Much has been said about our neighbour’s new president, and usually any conversation devolves into a debate about ethics or morality. Whether it’s mistreatment of minority groups, inappropriate comments about other countries, or wanton duplicity with the press and public, we’re left to wonder what to make of it all. Articles pop up every day suggesting that it’s only a matter of time before he’ll be shown the door. Here’s one now.  The Twitter-verse allows everyone to share their opinions, but it also difficult to have informed debate about anything, let alone politics, when back and forth occurs on a screen in the form of soundbite material.

The terms ethical and moral are often used interchangeably, and both refer to the age-old debate between the ideas of ‘good’ versus ‘evil’, ‘right’ versus ‘wrong’. Morals are more specific to an individual’s values, whereas ethics are more often than not based upon accepted societal norms and provided by a group to shape behavior. It is therefore possible for someone to have strong morals and do unethical things. On the other hand, there are folks that appear immoral that still follow the rules, especially if it results in personal gain.

Competition seems to bring out the worst in people. Sadly, this isn’t just during election season. In business (see above), in school (plagiarism), in sport (steroids), there are always those willing to bend the rules to gain an advantage over others. Even pharmacy is not immune. Questionable incentive programs surface from time to time, as do deceitful billing practices that are uncovered during audits. As pharmacists, sometimes for all the positives we bring to the table gets clouded by some of the unseemly negatives of a very few.

As a profession, we do so many things right…or morally…or ethically. While the practice culture is changing, pharmacy services have always been about building trust with our patients. Our credibility soars when patients see the benefit of what we do, and that extends to other practitioners in all sectors of healthcare.We are bound by the same institution with respect to protecting privacy, and doing no harm. These are of utmost importance, and if we aim to leave every interaction with a positive takeaway, no matter how small, that relationship will build. Asking someone how their daughter is coping with a recent diagnosis of diabetes, or being curious about a bypass recipient who has started a rehab program.The challenge is not to get bogged down by negative rhetoric we sometimes hear about the pharmacy world. Every sector has challenges to overcome.

We are said to be the most accessible healthcare provider. Our investment in the future is an investment of time spent bettering the health of the people that need it most. It’s a moral approach, it’s an ethical approach. The only drawback is that it can’t be done in a series of 140-character missives.

 

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WWDD?

What would Dave Do?

I was working on a couple of other posts just now and needed to stop. This grief is nothing I’ve ever felt before and coming to terms with it has been difficult.

On Monday, Dec 19, I received a call to inform me that Dave Collins, esteemed member of the Pharmacy Association of NL and my work teammate for the better part of nine years, lost his life under tragic circumstances the night before.

As this is being written, it’s been 26 hours since the phone call ended. Nearly every thought has been about his family, his interests, his ever-positive attitude, and his unbending support for all of us.

Those who knew him best are all trapped somewhere in the 5-stages of grief. Me? The Denial flipped to anger early yesterday afternoon as news outlets reported additional details. Today, I believe it’s falling in the Bargaining / Depression bucket. Thankfully, our team is quite close, so having folks to talk to and remember positive memories has really helped. The last stage is acceptance, which seems will never happen. It will of course, but not for a long while. Life goes on, but time moves incredibly slow when emptiness consumes you.

If there is any silver lining to find, I know his memory will make me better. Dave had a way of looking at any situation, no matter how bleak or stressful, and taking the worries away. Quoting lines from Dylan and Neil Young, he didn’t frazzle or get even mildly annoyed. He treated everyone with the utmost respect and expected the same. He came from a large family and wanted every interaction to be meaningful and personal. He gave his all into every endeavour. As an example, he had recently started beekeeping, which is just so Dave:

These pics will always make me smile.

So in dealing with his loss, I’m now thinking WWDD? He wouldn’t want us to wallow in self-pity. He certainly wouldn’t want us stop doing what we enjoy, or be fearful of what could be around the corner. He would want us to celebrate his life, thrive in our work and home-lives, and carry on.

Rest In Peace my friend. We will meet again someday on the other side, share a cold brew and listen to some Lennon. Save me a seat, I’ll be there when it’s my turn.

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Pass the Egg Nog

The holiday season is here. The retail crush gets heavier and the bustle gets livelier. Dreams of moderation dash away magically like a post-Christmas Elf on the Shelf.

Working in a busy pharmacy at this time of year is a challenge. Physicians are trying to wrap up and take time off, leaving gaps in prescription continuity. After-hour clinics are busier, leading to longer waits and crankier dispositions. Many work extra to allow their colleagues a few days off with family and friends either before or after the holiday. Childcare is somewhat difficult for shift-workers when school is in recess.

So why again is it ‘the most wonderful time of the year?’

Well for me, the older I get, the more I am distracted by life. Work, hobbies, social commitments, family time, and financial obligations all become a drain on your energy (basically #adulting in general if you want to be trendy). There seems to be fewer and fewer instances during the year where you can just be. Then comes Christmas and Boxing Day. Almost everything is closed, even for just one of those days. Everyone wants to come together to share good conversation and good company. Folks are planning travel days and turkey dinners, church congregations triple in size as families honour the spirit of the season, and we grow nostalgic for the many traditions of our upbringing.

This year I have been remarkably slow in warming to the cheer. I still look forward to the Christmas Eve puzzle we put together as a group, sometimes accompanied by a tumbler of egg nog and a bowl full of cheesies and party mix. Nutcrackers make an appearance, with the resulting explosion of walnut shells scattered on the living room floor. The tree always seems to have more under it than the year before, and with another nephew arriving this past week, our clan keeps growing. Dad will have the woodstove roaring. The Ronnie Milsap Christmas album will play softly in the background, as it has since 1986 (oh, how my brother loathes it 🙂

As 2016 draws to a close, I have plenty for which to be thankful: a profession that has given me everything I have, a loving family both near and far, the best set of friends anyone could hope to have. I’m very much looking forward to just being; sitting and daydreaming with the in-laws on Christmas morning once the kids wake us up at 5:30am, and maybe catching the World Juniors starting on the 26th. We’ll attempt (key word) to divorce the kids from their iPods for a few hours in a row.

Once again, I’d be remiss to not extend a very Merry Christmas and happy holidays to Laura, who continues to share my blogging journey month in and month out. She motivates me more than she realizes, to share my thoughts and extend my horizons. Early in 2017, we hope to bring you posts on third-party insurance, some thoughts on opiate addiction, and perhaps she’ll let me do a cheap, overdone New Year’s resolution list 🙂 – (note from editor, she won’t)

From the two of us here at PharmAspire, we wish you the very best for the holiday season. Be safe, be merry, and aspire to enjoy this time of year to the fullest; take this time to hold your loved ones a little bit longer and a little bit tighter.

 

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Increased Vaccination Rates are no Flu-ke

A chill is once again in the air. Oak leaves are covering my yard and the daylight savings time in this part of the world has wreaked havoc on our daily routines. Morning feels closer to normal, but suppertime feels like bedtime. I’m getting ready for an off-site flu clinic this afternoon that was requested by a nursing home facility for their staff and their residents’ families. After our last appointment, we get to spend an hour driving in the dark all the way home.

Remember back to the first flu season that pharmacists were trained to vaccinate? We really didn’t know what to expect in terms of public acceptance or overlap with services provided by other health providers. I wrote about it back in 2013 and the temperature at that time was rather lukewarm. Pharmacists were tentative, cautious and, in many cases, reluctant to jump in.

Oh how times have changed.

Each successive year has pushed the practice to new heights. Year 2, the public health office had a better idea of distribution and vaccine supply was more accessible. In the first year, a number of pharmacists hadn’t yet obtained their injection permits. That limitation was abated in year two and pharmacy capacity for accommodating walk-in appointments skyrocketed.

Year 3, all staff were ready from the October announcement. Not only had workflow been adapted to accept appointments and walk-in requests, pharmacists were now out in their communities making it all the more convenient for employers and community groups alike to receive flu shots. Some were in community rooms and schools, meeting rooms and church halls. Loved ones visiting a parent at a nursing home may have been greeted by a pharmacist from a local dispensary.

This year, flu shots seem like they’ve always been part of pharmacy services. Not only are all of the experiences in previous years being repeated, but now the pharmacists are being sought out to provide these clinics. Word of mouth has led to invitations from previously unknown locations. Employer groups have started to recognize the cost-savings gained by having their staff vaccinated at work to minimize illness. Many of them had never received a shot and would not have made a special trip to the physician’s office. Rural communities with minimal medical services have enjoyed improved vaccination rates due to pharmacist injections. Entire families are coming back to see the same clinician, and are able to shop and run other errands at the same time. ‘Done for another year’ is a common quote as another satisfied customer pulls on their jacket sleeve.

The best part is the team pride. Pharmacists impress themselves with the number of shots they can comfortably do by themselves…on a Monday night…on seniors’ day…with an extra doctor in the after-hours clinic. Managers wait to see the latest aggregate counts year-to-date to see how they stack up to previous years. They speak wistfully about the reluctant child that left with a smile, or the administrator that sends chocolates as a thank you for such a smooth workplace clinic. Awareness is at a high, with more people getting their shots earlier in the season, with minimal disruption to their lives.

It hasn’t been a fluke, but rather a testament to our profession’s resilience; we have risen to meet a new challenge, and after 3+ years, the results are nothing short of impressive.

 

 

Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author(s) and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of any agency, employer or affiliation.

Big Boys Don’t Cry

 

I  was honoured and humbled to have received the Pharmacy Association of Nova Scotia’s Member of the Year Award a few weekends ago and wanted to comment on my experience at the ceremony.

My speech was blended, processed, and re-hashed in my head for the 3-hour lead up to the announcement. All I knew is that I had folks to thank, but didn’t know in which order or whether I could hold it together long enough to sound coherent.

In holding it together, I’ll admit that I failed a little.

My temptation, like many others before was to make excuses as to why it was just amazing to be nominated, or there are others more deserving. A mentor shut me down early on by saying, ‘This award is for you, but it’s also for us. We are recognizing contributions to the profession that impact us all, so say thank you, and get up there’.

Neville MacKay was the presenter/emcee for the evening and what a treat! Neville is a well-known personality on TV and radio, and somehow finds the time to run My Mother’s Bloomers, a floral services shop on Spring Garden Rd. His schtick (as he refers to it) is a mixture of comedy and inspiration. He will often demonstrate beauty, diversity and teamwork by weaving in floral creations on the fly. He kept everyone light. Even in moments of solemn reflection for a lost colleague, the venerable Larry Broadfield, he found a way to honour his legacy by cheering the crowd up in his spirit.

So the mini-bio was read, and then the video started. This video was shot earlier in the summer and featured interviews with a number of my own staff as well as staff from this year’s pharmacy of the year award-winning store. I had not seen the footage until that night, and days later, I’m still spinning from the kind words that were said. I’m truly grateful for everyone with whom I’ve had the pleasure to work. It was touching and heartfelt. With a nervous tremble, I shook Neville’s hand, and that of the outgoing association president.

A little side-note about speeches. I may like to talk too much, but that’s very different from the idea of giving a speech. Thinking this was going to be akin to graduation, where you stroll across a stage, receive a certificate and fade off the other side, my preparation was minimal. At least I had the foresight to keep my wine consumption during dinner to a reasonable level.

So start with a funny anecdote, that will buy some time, right? Neville, and his limited pharmaceutical knowledge had made an earlier crack about that ‘little blue pill’. I saw that as an opportunity to jump in with my story about counseling a gentleman with a new erectile dysfunction medication whilst holding a floppy, slinky-esque novelty pen. Certainly not a shining moment. Now onto the serious stuff…

In order, I thanked my wife Diane, but only after gathering myself. Fady, the manager at the retail store next to where I’ve been working, deserved praise not only for his store’s well-deserved award for outstanding commitment to expanded scope prescribing and injection services, but for taking the time to nominate me for such a high honour. The Association executive was thanked for hosting such a wonderful event and the Association members in attendance for sharing their experiences and successes throughout the weekend. Finally, I had to acknowledge the other recipients for letting me share in their special night. I hope it meant as much to them as it did to me.

I faltered in getting the last few words out, and my voice trailed off into nothing. I slowly trundled back to my seat.

So why have I spent 700 words to recount my gala experience? Mainly because this blog has been the outlet where I can be me, and one of the main reasons how I came to be on that very stage. Being recognized by a patient, or someone close to you is an amazing feeling. When it’s a group of peers, of mentors, of leaders…it means so much. This is a thank you to all of the people who have helped and supported me through the years, inside and out of my career. You’ve shared in my highs and lows. You’ve indulged my thoughts and words in conversation and on these very pages.

I promise to keep the waterworks to a dull roar 😉

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Learning to Lie in the Bed we MAiD

June 17/16 was a historic day in Canada. It was the day that bill C-14, legislation on medical assistance in dying (MAiD) received royal assent.

Picking the title for this post was tough. The pun idea was what initiated the post in the first place, but reading it may imply a lack of respect which is unintentional. My feeling is that Canada took the bold step to acknowledge that dying with dignity belongs in our consciousness and in how we care for those suffering the unimaginable. Now that this step was taken, and the discussions have occurred, there is no putting the toothpaste back in the tube. Providing patient care in this setting is a marked departure from anything most of us have been involved with in our careers. We are trained to be exacting in our standards and level of detail to prevent patient harm from dosing errors or drug interactions. Recognizing what was always viewed as the most extreme degree of harm as holistic patient care is not an easy feat.

It’s no surprise the debate was prolonged. The subject of death in any form is an extremely sensitive topic. It’s never supposed to be a planned event, and when it is, it’s associated with tragedy and unanswered questions. There is now a provision in the criminal code for an individual to seek assistance in ending their personal suffering on their terms without penalty to themselves or the healthcare providers involved in carrying out those final wishes.

In Nova Scotia, the regulations make clear the pharmacist’s involvement. In my opinion, the document is transparent, and is well-written. Should our team be approached with a request, we’ve discussed our comfort with the sourcing and dispensing of the medications (some of which we’ve never actually dispensed in retail). We understand our role in the process, and those of the physicians and the nursing staff. Still, when the request is actually made, it’s difficult to predict the emotions we will feel…and that’s perfectly okay. I’ve spoken with colleagues that have been approached and they describe the process as extremely collaborative and supportive. In the lead-up, it’s all about following the protocol: receiving the orders, collecting the medications and associated supplies, labeling the kits, and arranging dispensing to the responsible physician. It’s usually only after the required notification is received that the gravity tugs a little stronger.

The CBC published an article in May of this year with a province by province snapshot of the developing guidelines based heavily on the Supreme Court ruling in the case of Carter v. Canada in Feb 2015. All had defined criteria for eligible candidates, and all outline ‘effective referral’, a clause requiring any health professional unable to provide service themselves to ensure that it is received. Not everyone will be comfortable with medically-assisted dying and we respect those who decide not to participate. Since that point, there have been additional provisions and court challenges that deem the laws too restrictive, so the conversation is far from settled.

In closing, I don’t usually like to provide opinions on controversial topics. We are a community of mostly pharmacists and complementary health care providers, meaning one opinion is one voice, and no more or less important than that of a fellow pharmacist, nurse, or physician. I have been asked, and to me it really comes down to the individual making the request. If they were my loved one; a spouse, a sibling, a parent and they were suffering helplessly, would I wish for them to have that choice? Would I wish to have that choice should my health decline to the point where comfort measures are the only form of therapy available? As many times I’ve replayed the arguments, I seem to always settle on ‘Yes’.

If you have not already done so, please read the decision and the MAiD materials before you are called on to respond. Whether you participate is a deeply personal decision that can not be made lightly. History will never be undone, so we all need to be at peace with how we move forward and evolve with this change.

 

 

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Procrastination Factory

I’ll be honest. I’ve been putting off writing this all day.

I may sometimes question my abilities: how well I deal with HR situations, or whether my injection technique is as refined as it should be. There is no doubt of my innate ability to waste time. The majestic piles of nothing produced can be quite stunning. Particularly on weekends, when my attempts to relax often begin with mental checklists of household chores, lawn projects, and family outings we really should start attacking before the weather cools. By Saturday morning many items have been removed from the list and deferred to the “next weekend” pile. By Sunday afternoon, the list is empty with all intentions that priority items will somehow happen through the following week.

Labour modeling and analyses to complete? What better time to rip and rename my CD library into iTunes. The completed staff evaluation that still needs to be formally written? Well, level 816 of Candy Crush sure isn’t going to solve itself. The possibilities are endless, and my creative vices take charge to ensure the productive task gets arrested and thrown into a windowless room. After another 3 hours of browsing celebrity impressions on YouTube, a guilty conscience finally forces me into meaningful action.

At this moment, I realize that a preface would have been useful to explain that I do consider myself a hard-working and productive person most of the time. In fact, some of my best work has happened at crunch-time when there’s no room to dawdle. My oldest will have 2 weeks to deliver a book report, and there she is scrambling the morning of, scribbling on cue cards while she waits for the low rumble of the bus. Ah, that takes me back.

The worst part is, many of the tasks aren’t particularly challenging, or physically draining. Once I’m started, it’s usually perfectly fine. Things get done, a line gets scratched off the list, and a satisfying feeling overcomes me. Things like going to the gym are a bit different, as it’s a fight as soon as the idea pops into the head. That’s usually when the lawn gets mowed, or…

 

Okay, wait. Just hold on a minute

It’s 7:35am … I think Devin’s been trying to write this post for like 3 weeks now.   Hi, this is Diane, his lovely, non-procrastinating wife.  I am on the opposite end of the procrastinating spectrum.  So it can be a challenge trying to us to work on projects together.  I have a to-do list every single day.  If there’s a deadline, I’m usually the keener that has it done like 3 days beforehand (ok, maybe even 5 days).  I’ve  learned that if I do procrastinate, it usually stresses me out more. We currently have a membership due to be renewed in November. I know I should wait until November to renew it, but why did they send us the renewal notice already?!  Now it’s going to be on my mind ( and on my to-do list)  for 2 months….

So after 15 years of marriage, we’ve learned to compromise. When we need to get somewhere for a certain time, I have learned that Devin will always get us there right…on…time  (even though I would probably like to be there 5 minutes before). Just like Devin has learned that some small things on my to-do list are actually items for  the honey-do list. I know that after a bit of prodding, he’ll do it, just so  I can stop stressing  about it. And sometimes, like this post, I hear him say:”oh crap I really have to finish XYZ” and I hear it for a couple of times, and I mentally add to to my do-to list to remind him. Other times I’ll just go ahead and do it. I usually don’t interfere with his posts, but I couldn’t resist this one. So here it  is… Post complete! 7:55am – Oh, and laundry is in  the wash, clean dishes put away, young one off to school, older one ready to get on the bus 🙂

 

So honey, the moral of the story is that if I put something off long enough, or accidentally leave my PharmAspire edit page open unattended, it will be magically done when I get back? Got it 😉

 

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