Doctor’s Out

by

Marc J. Yacht

 

Time: Present

 

Cast: Dr. Sails 50 years of age

         Mrs. Finklestein, 72 years of age

         Nurse Diana Jenkins, 35 years of Age

         Mrs. Swann, 25 years of age

         Herb, 45 years of age

         Fred, 45 years of age

         Phil, 62 years of age

         Dr. John Smyth, 35 years of age                         

 

(Doctor Sails is in his private office, he sits behind a large desk with books behind

him and magazines and journals in disarray on his desk. He wears a white coat; his

Stethoscope is on his desk.  Panels separate three exam rooms SR of Doctor’s office.

Curtains are drawn on each exam room. Stage lights up.  Nurse Diana Jenkins enters

SL.)

 

Dr. Sails:        (looks up) Is the next patient ready Diana?

 

Ns. Diana:      (steps into office) Yes, but I better give you a heads up.

 

Dr. Sails:        What’s the problem?

 

Ns. Diana:      She’s got a sick baby with a high fever.  I could be wrong but you’ll          probably want to admit the infant to hospital.

 

Dr. Sails:        Sounds serious, anything else?

 

Ns. Diana:      No insurance and black.  That’s a sick baby, Doc.

 

Dr. Sails:        The other rooms?

 

Ns. Diana:      Mrs. Finklestein in 2, the usual complaints.  Herb in 3, depressed, with his little dog.  Oh, and a drug rep wants to see you.

 

Dr. Sails:        A dog, you shouldn’t let him in with a dog. 

 

Ns. Diana:      I know, but the Chihuahua is so cute.   I tried to get Herb to put   him in the car, but they both cried. 

 

Dr. Sails:        The dog cried?

 

Ns. Dana:       Whimpered.

 

Dr. Sails:        All right, all right, what else?

 

Ns.  Dana:                  The hospital administrator called, he wants to bring the doctor over         who wants to buy your practice.

 

Dr. Sails:        Not so loud, I don’t want the patients to hear. (Doc crosses down stage and across to 1st exam room with nurse, picks up chart, opens curtain where mother rocks sick infant. Spotlight room 1, stage lights dim.)

 

Ms. Swann:    My baby’s awful sick doc, I think my babies goina’ die (weeps).

 

Dr. Sails:        (Doc gives comforting nod to mom but focuses on the chart. Now looks at mom.) This baby is very sick.  She has a 105º temperature and I can hear the congestion from here.  (Doc now places stethoscope on baby while mom holds the infant).  This baby is dehydrated and may have pneumonia.  Why didn’t you take her to the emergency Room?

 

Ms. Swann:    I did, Doctor.  They sent me away.

 

Dr. Sails:        Who sent you away?

 

Ms. Swann:    The lady at the desk, she said just to give her juice and a bath and she would be fine, but she ain’t fine.  She can’t hold nothin’ down and she keeps getting hotter.  I put ice chips on her chest but that don’t do nothin’ and she ain’t breathen too good. She goina’ die!  (Mom rocks baby and hums.)

 

Dr. Sails:        The lady at the desk!  What about the Doctor?  (Doc is agitated)

 

Ms. Swann:  I never saw no Doctor.  The lady at the desk asked about my health insurance.  I told her I don’t have none.  Then she asked me for $500.00 cash.  I told her that I didn’t have that neither.  That’s when she told me that I should take the baby home and give it some juice and it would be fine.  That baby don’t hold nothin’ down, I knew that weren’t no good.

 

Dr. Sails:        Don’t you have Medicaid?

 

Ms. Swann:    I work at Wal-Mart, I make too much to get Medicaid and Wal-Mart don’t offer no insurance.  My baby just kept getting’ sicker and my friend Mabel told me to come here.  She says you was a carrin’ Doc.  I don’t know where else to go. 

 

Dr. Sails:        Diana, this baby needs to be hydrated, start an IV with 250ml D5 ½ normal Saline.  Give her a Tylenol rectal suppository and give the baby 250mg of Penicillin IM.  We’ll watch her here.  (Doc looks at Mom) Don’t worry Mrs. Swann we’ll do all we can for your baby.  That baby will be fine.

 

Ms.  Swann:   I don’t get paid till next week.  Is that Okay?

 

Dr. Sails:        Pay me when you can.  Anyway, stay here with your baby and Diana will take good care of both of you.  (Doc leaves room 1, shakes head, closes curtain, crosses downstage to room 2,gets chart, opens curtain, Spotlight on Room 2).

 

Dr. Sails:        And how are you Mrs. Finklestein?

 

Finklestein:    Oye, Doctor such pain. I’m sure I should need surgery.

 

Dr. Sails:        Where do you have pain?

 

Finklestein:    He vants’ to know where I have pain?  If I knew, I vouldn’t’ be here.  I vould’ be on an operating table.  My pain starts in my toes and Doctor, even my hair hurts.  My blood pressure must be through the roof.  My head is pounding, pounding, pounding.  My stomach is tvisting’, tvisting’, tvisting’.  That I sit here before you alive, is a miracle from God!

 

Dr. Sails:        Is your knee better, from your last visit?

 

Finklestein:    Oye vey, the knee.  (flexes right knee.shakes head side to side) It seems a little better, but it may be the same.  All the other pain hides it.

 

Dr. Sails:        (looks at chart and then to Mrs. Finklestein) Your blood pressure is normal, no temperature, and your pulse rate is normal.  (Doc listens to her heart and chest.) Your lungs are clear and heart fine.  Your blood work is good.  Mrs. Finklestein, you’re healthy. 

 

Finklestein:    You curet’ me.  You are a very good Doctor, the best!  You valk’ into the room and I feel perfect.  Anyvay’, I von’t’ need an operation?

 

Dr. Sails:        Not today.

 

Finklestein:    I’m glad to hear it. It’s my Bridge night.  If I went to the hospital, Zelda and the others vould’ never forgive me.

 

Dr. Sails:        See you in three months.

 

Finklestein:    A little birdy told me a story, but I said dat vas’ not possible.

 

Dr. Sails:        What was that?

                       

Finklestein:    I heard from someone, who I cannot mention, that you were retiring, selling the practice.

 

Dr. Sails:        I am thinking about it.  How could you know?

 

Finklestein:    It’s true, vhat’ terrible news.  You’re young, my Abie worked until he was 70 and dropped dead in the factory, fixing a sewing machine.  He vouldn’t’ vant’ it different.  Ve’ put the machine next to him, in the coffin, so he should still be able to fix it.  It vas’ a Singer.

 

Dr. Sails:        It won’t be for a while, but I’ll be taking a job in Public Health.  I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.

 

Finklestein:    (shakes head back and forth, squints eyes, and puckers her mouth) Very high falootin,’  A big shot Doctor in public health.  And vhat’ will happen to us?

 

Dr. Sails:        You’ll be fine.  I’m seeing a Doctor today who may be taking the practice.  He’s younger, better educated and much smarter than I am. 

 

Finklestein:    Aye, but does he care?  You, I can talk too, you understand.  Will he understand, Doctor?

 

Dr.  Sails:       (Doc hesitates and looks at Mrs. F., then smiles) He’ll be terrific, you’ll see.  I’ll see you in three months. (He leaves Mrs. F. and closes curtain, puts chart back and goes to room 3, opens curtain, Spotlight.) And how are you Herb?  (Doc pets tiny dog)

 

Herb:              Do you see this, do you see this pimple? (Herb points to his chest which he bares for the Doctor) It’s AIDS isn’t it?  Tell me the truth!

 

Dr. Sails:        Why do you think you have AIDS? Did you have a blood transfusion?

 

Herb:              Never in my life!

 

Dr. Sails:        Are you injecting illegal drugs?

 

Herb:              Are you crazy, you know me for 10 years.  Such a question!

 

Dr. Sails:        Are you a homosexual?

 

Herb:              What?  My mother would turn over in her grave, rest her soul.  Of course not!

 

Dr.  Sails:      Then, why do you think you have AIDS?

 

Herb:              I hear so much about it, and people where I work may have it. 

 

Dr. Sails:        You don’t catch AIDS by hearing about it.  People at work are no risk to you if they have AIDS or are HIV positive.  Herb, you don’t have AIDS, but if you want I’ll have a test done for you.

 

Herb:              Please Doctor, I’m worried sick.  I haven’t slept for a week.  A test would make me feel better.

 

Dr. Sails:        Wait here, Diana is busy right now but will come in and draw some blood.  The test results will take about 10 days.  (Doc writes some things on the chart and places it back in the rack, leaves room three and closes curtain. He goes back to his office stage lights up.  All exam room curtains are drawn. Diana enters Docs office. )

 

Diana:             The baby has cooled down a bit but is very congested.  You know, she has to go to hospital. 

 

Doc:                (Doc scribbles a note and gives it to Dana.)  Give this to the mother for admission to hospital.  They won’t dare turn her down with this.  Tell her to call, if she has any problems.  Admissions will know to call me for orders when they’re settled in.  Have the drug rep come back, and do an HIV test on Herb.  This week, he thinks he has AIDS.

 

Diana:             Right.  (Diana exits, lights out, lights up on Docs office only.  The drug representative stands in front of Doc.  He is wearing a loud Sports coat and has a very large pill in his hand.)

 

Phil:                 (jovial and bombastic) It’s good to see you Doc.  Look at our latest product. (shoves pill in front of Doc’s nose.)  

 

Dr. Sails:        Phil, you’re nuts, nobody’s going to take that pill.  A patient would have to eat it, with a knife and fork. (Doc leans back in his chair and rolls eyes upward)

 

Phil:                 I tell you this is the pill of the future.  It’s glycerine coated, easy to swallow, and one pill with sustained release gives a full 10 day course of antibiotics.  Right now it’s available in erythromycin and tetracycline. (Phil holds pill up for Doc to get a better look.)

 

Dr. Sails:        Phil, a horse couldn’t take that pill.  No doctor in his right mind would prescribe it.  Who came up with this?

 

Phil:                 R& D, there all excited about it.  Compliance, it’s all about patient compliance.  No body takes their full course of antibiotics. (Phil points to large pill he holds toward doc) One pill, 10 days of treatment.  There’s your patient compliance.

 

Dr. Sails:        Good luck with that one.  Frankly, you’ve been at this a long time.  You were sick back in January, I remember.

 

Phil:                 A heart attack.  I’ll be retiring in a few months.  This business is not what it used to be.  Many of the reps are gone.  Generics have killed us.  You know it takes millions to bring a drug to market and the profit isn’t there.  Then there’s the government regulation.  This job’s no fun anymore.

 

Dr. Sails:        I know that problem.  You know Phil, a lot of antibiotics don’t work and I don’t see too much in the pipeline.

 

Phil:                 Everything new is for chronic disease and pain, except for the Power Pill (Phil points to pill). There’s no money in antibiotics or vaccines.  You develop a drug and if government regulation doesn’t kill profits, liability will.  With antibiotics, by the time the drug gets to market the bugs are resistant to it.  If that’s not bad enough, someone knocks it off as a generic at 20 cents on the dollar.  Look at the pharmacy stocks - that will tell you what’s going on.

 

Dr. Sails:        Hospital stocks too.  Everybody wants service and nobody wants to pay or can’t pay.  It’s a mess.  (Diana enters)

 

Diana:             Fred Ward, the Hospital Administrator is here, with a physician.

 

Dr. Sails:        Send them back.  Phil, take care of yourself.  Good luck with that pill.

 

Phil:                 You take care, Doc.  I’ll leave some samples up front.  (Phil exits)

 

Dr. Sails:        Hi Fred. (Fred Ward Enters with Doctor Smyth)

 

Fred:               This is Dr. John Smyth.  (they all shake hands).

 

Dr. Sails:        Before we get started, I sent a black lady and her very sick baby to admissions.  Her name is Swann.  Make sure she gets in, please.

 

Fred:               No insurance, right?

 

Dr. Sails:        What can I say?

 

Fred:               Only for you, Doc, only for you.  Do your best to get some to me that can pay.

 

Dr. Sails:        Promise.

 

Dr. Smyth:      This is a very nice office.  I see the potential for an extended hour’s clinic.  Yes we could open it 12 hours a day, 7 days a week.  You’ll get the hospitalizations Fred.  Yes, we could make good money here.

 

Dr. Sails:        I would want my staff protected.  Diana is a great nurse and nobody is better at billing and the front desk than Jan.

 

Fred:               That shouldn’t be a problem.  With extended hours they could make more money.

 

Dr. Smyth:      I could bring some part time Docs in here, do some marketing, this place has real possibilities. 

 

Fred:               Please, insured only, and work with us on our HMO contracts.

 

Dr. Smyth:      I’ll work with you but I’ll need some help from the hospital.

 

Fred:               We’ll work it out.  But only paying patients go to my hospital.  Indigents go to University Hospital.

 

Dr.  Smyth:     Indigents?  Not here, not when I run it.

 

Dr. Sails:        (very forlorne, looking down at his desk, looks up to the two men.) I don’t get it, don’t you two care about people.  I’ve never refused a patient in this office.  I’ve done well.  I’ll admit, its getting a bit harder with the HMOs and Liability costs.  Tell me Dr. Smyth, why did you become a doctor?  Was it to care for people or make money?

 

Dr. Smyth:      (looking uncomfortable)  Look Sails, it’s a different world out there.  My father used to go to people’s homes.  He set fractures, delivered babies and sat up all night with sick kids.  Five years ago he had a heart attack and died.  I am convinced it was a lawsuit that killed him.  He took care of a family for 3 generations and got sued because the daughter had a limp after a car wreck.  She was drunk.  Another Doctor testified against him.  That patient never paid him and claimed loss of consortium; she wasn’t even married, and a loss of her career as a cheerleader.  She got 1 million.  Don’t lecture me about the great unwashed.  I worked hard to develop my skills and I’ll provide them to people who can pay.   There’re government clinics to take care of the poor.

 

Dr.  Sails:       I’m sorry about your father and maybe things are tough for us these days.  However, we took an oath, and it wasn’t to get rich, it was to heal.  If we forget that, what have we become?

 

Fred:               This is getting to heavy for me.  I need to get back and get your non-paying patient in.  You two can solve what’s wrong with medicine but I have to work.  Dr. Sails, can you get Dr. Smyth back to the hospital?

 

Dr. Sails:        Sure Fred.  I’m sure this will work out.  But I need to know my patients will get a caring physician. 

 

Dr. Smyth:      Maybe we got off to a bad start.  You’re patients will get good care here.  I promise, no one with a chart in this office will be refused. Your staff will be protected, as long as they do their job.  You have my word on that. 

 

Dr. Sails:        It’s a different kind of medicine isn’t it John?

 

Dr. Smyth:      When all is said and done, it’s a business Sails, just a business. (stage lights out, curtain.)

 

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