Healthcare Marketer Turns Patient
- Posted by Julia Shea on March 11th, 2008
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It’s inevitable. We stroll the halls of hospitals galore, confident and nonplussed in our role as healthcare marketing professional. We meet the eyes of the gurney-bound and empathize with their plight as we continue to chatter about the newest expansion, brand campaign, or survey results.
Then our turn comes. And boy do things feel different. Your briefcase is replaced with a plastic bag to hold all of your personal belongings, please. Your sense of control melts into nervousness and vulnerability.
In my case, I was in pain, and grouchy from adhering to the “no food, drink or meds after midnght” rule. I glared at every chatty Starbucks-carrying person I saw.
However, I always try to use my patient experiences as learning tools. I become a mystery shopper, trying to notice every touch point (difficult when caffeine and med deprived). The older gentleman who opened my car door was an angel from above, even at 6 a.m., bless his heart. A huge contrast from the check-in clerk, who got through her litany of monotone questions without once making eye contact with me.
Eventually, a bed to lie in! Heaven! Curtains shut and my own nurse who proceeded to accomplish her myriad of tasks (including many redundant questions). I’m not perky at 6:30 a.m. either, but a little personality, maybe an attempt at some light humor, could have eased my nerves. She was nice enough as she completed her duties, while I laid under the warmed blanket meditating, praying, trying to get a grip. But I can’t say we “connected”. And I can’t say we had to.
Things brightened considerably when my doc appeared. Relief. Comfort. Reassurance. I like her very much, but my emotions escalated to love at this moment in time. “Save me from my pain. Make me myself again”, I pleaded with my eyes. She held my hand, said she’d see me in a few in the O.R. and it would all be over soon.
I didn’t think it could get better until the anesthesiologist arrived . “Well, HI THERE! How are we doing today? I’m just going to give you a little something now to take the edge off — we’ll roll you down the hall to the O.R. –and then I’ll give you more for the procedure.” Call me shallow, but at this moment, after being in uncontrollable pain for weeks, I think I fell in love on the spot. He was an honest man too! Everything he said was true. I love how you can’t remember the procedure. I just don’t understand why he couldn’t come home with me and take care of the post-procedure recovery pain!
My post surgery nurse was all smiles and perky fun. We shared stories (can’t remember what they were) and she made me laugh. I later pondered how this was likely the result of the high Julia, who was feeling no pain. Yet.
Again, an elderly gentleman escorted me ever so tenderly to my car and wished me well. All that and it was only 9:30 a.m.!
Moral of the story: I’m in hospitals all the time and they don’t bother me a bit, but they really aren’t so much fun for the patient. However, the people and caretakers you encounter do make a difference in every little thing they do.
Another suggestion I would definitely make is to bring in that anesthesiologist a little sooner!
