in the old days sometimes confrontation was the only way to get things done. but sometimes anger lead one into useless and unnecessary confrontation. i recently spent some time with my old friend, swimmer's chest and a story came to mind when that swimmer's chest saved me from my own anger.
we were on call together. quite early in the day the chemotherapist called me. he had apparently put a patient on the emergency list the previous day for a portacath and the case didn't get done. this was due to the fact that the emergency list first did critical cases like actively bleeding patients before they did relatively stable patients. something like a portacath would tend to get shifted down the list and may even stand over to the next day. this is what had happened here. he now wanted me to do the case.
"sure i'll do it" i said. "as long as it's on the list as soon as it comes up i'll be there."
"i want it done now!" he retorted. i was not impressed.
"well phone the anaesthetist on call and motivate for him to move it up the list." i said helpfully.
"that is not my job! you will do that!"
it was clear we had a communication problem. whenever i had a telephonic communication problem i would put down the phone and take the effort to go to the relevant person to sort it out face to face. not only does it help to speak things out in person but the walk usually gave me time to calm down (there was more than enough residual anger in those old days to go around). this is what i did here. i turned to swimmer's chest and told him to accompany me. off we set at speed.
we walked into the chemotherapy ward and asked to see the relevant doctor. soon he was there in front of me. swimmer's chest hung back. i introduced myself and explained that i was more than willing to do the surgery but i had no control over the order of the list. that was entirely in the hands of the anaesthetists. if he felt the case needed to be done before the other cases on the emergency list then he should phone the anaesthetist and discuss it with him.
"you will phone the anaesthetist yourself and you will do this case right now!" he said.
i could feel my anger slowly turning into fury.
"no! you will!" as i said it i clenched my fists and took a step towards him. swimmer's chest realised things were on the verge of going south. he later told me he thought i was going to punch the guy. i denied this, but the thought was going through my mind at the time, i confess.
so my good friend stepped in front of me with his broad chest and nudged me backwards. he then started speaking to the chemo doc in a calm diplomatic voice. he also subtly and slowly (almost so one didn't notice) ushered the guy further and further away from me. by the end of it we left with the chemo guy feeling that we were there for him and would do all we could. i don't think he even had an idea of how enraged he had made me.
walking away swimmer's chest asked me if i was mad. i had only a few month's of training left and something stupid like getting into a fight was just about all that could stand in the way of me becoming a surgeon.
those times in the end brought out the worst in me. by the end of my studies i knew i needed to get away from it all. i had very nearly become something i did not like. after leaving pretoria i gradually rediscovered the true me again. it was still there to my relief.