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Man vs. machine: Who will win the title of Dr. Right?

I’ve got doctors on the brain recently, probably because I’ll be seeing a new one next week. I get excited about a new doctor almost the way some people anticipate a first date. Will I like her? Will she “get” me? Will she at least be better than the last loser? Might she—dare I dream she could be the One? The doctor I’ll want to commit to forever, in sickness and in health?

I am hoping this new doc will work out. But lately I’ve wondered if I’ve been looking for care in all the wrong places. What if the doctor for me isn’t like those others I’ve known? What if my Dr. Right isn’t even human? That’s right—I’m talking about Watson.

watsonjeopardyAccording to an article in the Atlantic, a future in which computers process symptoms, test, diagnose, prescribe, and even perform surgery is no idle daydream. Picture this: you walk into your doctor’s office and he/she sits in front of you with a laptop or tablet, typing in your symptoms (or recording them via voice recognition technology), and then you both wait as the system crunches the data and spits out a list of potential diagnoses and tests to be ordered. Or, maybe, the symptom-listing step is bypassed entirely, because you’ve already been walking around with sensors in your clothing or on your smartphone that have been feeding information about your bodily processes directly into the system, leaving you to fill in only the less quantifiable information—the psychological stuff, perhaps, if they haven’t found a way to quantify it yet. The doctor, in this scenario, wouldn’t be much more than an accessory to the work of the computer.

Personally, I’m intrigued. I’d love to know that my symptoms were being recorded in a database longer lasting than my memory or a doctor’s poorly executed scrawl on a clipboard (it’s mind-boggling to me how backwards and unsystematic our current electronic medical records are). I also appreciate the idea of my symptoms being systematically investigated for patterns, without ignorance or biases clouding the picture. Research is moving too quickly and medical practices are too overbooked for doctors to be able to keep up with the volume of new knowledge or prioritize it appropriately. A computer, properly “trained,” perhaps could.

The Atlantic article references a TechCrunch article from 2012, in which writer Vinod Khosla writes compellingly about “Dr. Algorithm” eventually replacing 80 percent of physicians, with the remaining 20 percent continuing to make themselves redundant by helping the computers improve at diagnosing illness. The Atlantic article characterizes doctors’ response to this prediction as “skepticism, derision, and anger.”

I’m sympathetic. Since I work in book publishing, you might say that I’m living in a glass house when it comes to throwing technological stones. After all, people love to claim that publishing houses are on their way out. Why work with a publisher when you can use CreateSpace? Who needs a publicist when there’s Twitter? Why bother with an editor when you can just turn on spell check?

From my perspective in the publishing industry, I see the oversimplifications implicit in these questions. I know that editors do more than check spelling, and I don’t think that what they do do—isolate and clarify ideas, improve upon the readability, accuracy, and quality of writing, and push authors to consider cuts or additions that would not occur to them, given their proximity to the material—will be made redundant anytime soon. Beyond that, anyone who self-publishes must face the difficulties of designing a beautiful cover and interior, working out the intricacies of metadata and ebook distribution through multiple channels and formats, and finding the time for the kind of promotion that allows a book to sell more than a hundred copies or so. People in publishing have developed expertise in these things and do them on a daily basis. It’s hard to say exactly which traditional publishing professions will still be in play ten or fifty years from now and how the industry as a whole will look, but I do feel safe predicting that it won’t be dead yet.

Similarly, I think it would be oversimplifying to ask, “Who needs doctors when we have WebMD?” WebMD is a fantastic tool, and more sophisticated systems like Watson offer even wilder possibilities. Still, as the Atlantic goes on to note, doctors “do more than process data. They attend at patients’ bedsides and counsel families. They grasp nuance and learn to master uncertainty. For their part, the innovators at IBM make a point of presenting Watson as a tool that can help health-care professionals, rather than replace them.”

Doctors—those mystical good ones, anyway—provide something a computer cannot: connection on a human level. A real, warm hand to hold in trying times, a shoulder to lean on, a compassionate face, a soothing tone. Will we see doctors become, essentially, medical counselors? Will, perhaps, the top 20 percent go on diagnosing alongside the computers, while the rest simply provide the “human” care they’re currently too busy to give?

I must admit, I scoffed a bit at this idea. My mind went to a recent NYT Well blog post about “failing” medical students, which discusses a certain student who couldn’t handle the pressure of working with patients but “did extremely well on all her tests,” so her professor found it difficult to fail her. The prof claimed there were “no multiple choice exams when it comes to things like clinical intuition, communication skills and bedside manner.” Many commenters on this post pointed out that medical schools prioritize the memorization of data for standardized tests over the teaching of those “soft skills” that the Atlantic article suggests may be doctors’ most critical contribution in the future.

On a personal note, I’ve had terrible doctors when it comes to soft skills. They were uninterested in communicating with me, they were too harried for empathy, and as for providing a shoulder to lean on, they may as well have worn barbed-wire epaulettes. Their “hard” skills weren’t stellar, either—they couldn’t seem to cobble my symptoms together into a diagnosis, and they all had their own pet distractions: one harped on fiber, one was big into prescriptions, and one always managed to turn the conversation back toward ear wax. I’ve never felt confident in my doctors’ ability to help me, and in the end, like many people, I had to ask to be tested for celiac disease (and then ask—beg, really—for my test results, too). Would these doctors improve if they had more time to relax and speak with their patients, or would they just become even more useless? I don’t know for sure, but faced with docs like mine, I’m ready for the robot revolution.

But I do have one friend in med school who talks a lot about her doctor-to-patient training as though it’s the part of school that interests her most: the part in which students role-play difficult conversations about health or meet real patients to learn about their medical history. My friend is smart, too, and if she retains her interest in interacting with patients and doesn’t get burnt out by school, she just might be the face of the future of medical care. If the doctor I’m about to meet is anything like this friend, I’ll feel like I’m in good hands—though that doesn’t mean I’ll stop doodling Watson’s name in the margins of my notebook anytime soon.

How do you feel about the idea of robots taking over the stethoscope? Heady daydream, or science-fiction nightmare?

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A revised hygiene hypothesis (with tips for the hypothetical slob)

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Researchers, as you likely know, are eager to learn why food allergies, gluten intolerance, and celiac disease appear to be on the rise. Many are fond of the hygiene hypothesis, which states, in a nutshell, that decreased early exposure to bacteria—i.e., being too clean as babies—predisposes us to all kinds of autoimmune and allergic BS.

I’m fond of this hypothesis, too. I’ve been known to turn down offers of hand sanitizer, citing it as my reason. Still, I propose that it is incomplete. The full hypothesis should read:

Good hygiene may cause celiac disease, but bad hygiene keeps it strong. 

We all know this on a basic level, and some people don’t even seem all that blown away by it. I’ll mention, shuddering, that having this disease means I’ll need to wipe down countertops for the rest of my life, and they stare at me as though wiping down countertops were something they’d always done. People diagnosed with celiac disease who know how to wield a sponge are lucky; they’re one step closer to good health. But those diagnosees who trend toward the slovenly side must cultivate a neat streak, and (as you may recall from my ode to mess) it’s a heavy leaf to overturn in a day! I would contend that a leading cause for a lack of response to a gluten-free diet, right up there with non-adherence, is poor hygiene.

Sloppy sufferers who have spent weeks on a strict diet and still feel ill may need to look beyond the standard “sneaky gluten” hiding places. For these hypothetical sufferers, I’ve taken the liberty of compiling a list of additional warnings. Please keep in mind that the below suggestions are intended to address a strictly hypothetical celiac patient.

  • If you bite your nails or put your hands to your mouth, you may be picking up traces of gluten. This is especially likely if you don’t tend to make a specific point of cleaning under your fingernails.
  • If you were accustomed to eating breakfast at your computer before diagnosis and if you ever dropped a Cheerio (or several) onto your keyboard, you might be picking up cereal residue every time you touch said keyboard. If you then put your hands to your mouth—say, if you have continued to eat breakfast at your computer—you might be ingesting particles of gluten.
  • If you are a green type who carries your groceries home in a tote bag, and if you have also eaten a hunk of apple cake out of said tote bag on the subway, and if you happen to have not washed that tote bag since before diagnosis, you might be ingesting cake crumbs that are stuck to your potatoes (if you aren’t the most finicky ever about washing your produce).
  • If you have been known to wipe your hands on your jeans when no napkin was available, and if you happen to have not washed those jeans since before diagnosis, and if you continue to use said jeans as a napkin and then put your hands in your mouth, you might be ingesting traces of—really, who knows what at this point.
  • If you are partial to eating in bed, and if you don’t fret too much over dropping crumbs in said bed, and if you haven’t washed your sheets since before diagnosis, and if you bite your nails or put your hands to your mouth in your sleep, your dream about eating cookies may not be so far off from reality.
  • If you drop a fork on the floor and if you decide to use it anyway without washing it first, and if you haven’t swept your floor since—charitably speaking—before diagnosis, you may be consuming forkfuls of gluten.
  • If you have always been an unrepentant slob, and if you haven’t yet changed your ways, and if you still feel sick as a dog, you might want to think about quitting your nail biting and doing a few loads of laundry. One way or another, it’ll probably do you good.

Like I said, this post is all about hypotheses and hypotheticals. The above list is not even a little connected to my personal life. However, you may be interested to know that I did recently quit biting my nails and do a few loads of laundry. Before sitting back down at the computer to eat breakfast.

If you have more hygiene suggestions or tough love for the aforementioned hypothetical celiac patient, feel free to include them in your comments!

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Dispatches from Bob’s

Remember the $50 gift card I received from the best parents in the world? No? You don’t? Why doesn’t anybody pay as much attention to the minutiae of my life as I do?

Anyway, Mom and Dad sent me a gift card (along with the infamous baking mixes) to help me restock my gluten-bare cupboards, and I put together an order in record time. When my box arrived, it was a time of great anticipation and anxiety. I’d switched out items in my cart so many times—trying to get the total as close to $50 without going over, agonizingly making my way down from $53.78 to $51.12 to $50.03 (“Come on! Can’t I get a break on the pennies?”)—that I couldn’t recall what I wound up ordering.

Here’s me opening my box:

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Yes, that’s how I look on Christmas day, too. Except with even worse bedhead, if you can believe it. And yes, I took these pictures at work. Hey, you take your lunch break your way, I’ll take mine my way.

Even though I picked all of the items myself, I still felt the packing list read like the contents of an interplanetary dispatch from Mars:

Organic raw buckwheat groats
Organic amaranth grain
Flaxseed meal
Xanthan gum
GF mighty tasty hot cereal
TVP (textured veg protein)

I guess that’s what comes of being not only intestinally challenged but also a wannabe-gan.

The buckwheat groats, which I’d never seen raw before, did not look anywhere near as appealing as that buckwheat pilaf from Quintessence I had in mind when I ordered them. But, you know, I’ll make it work. You will never, ever see those pictures, though, because a) the only camera I have access to is the one on my computer at work, and b) buckwheat groats pilaf is just one of those things that tastes better than it either looks or sounds.

After taking the totally candid photo above and setting aside pesky questions like, “What the heck was I planning to do with 16 ounces of flaxseed meal?,” I moved on to more important ones like, “Are packing peanuts gluten-free?”

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I sure hope so!

By the way, the nice folks at Bob’s recalculated my shipping after I placed the order and the total plummeted to $47.08. Darn! I could’ve bought the teff flour after all. Or even more flaxseed. Anyway, the total might as well have stayed where it was, because I will never, ever remember to use that $2.92 on a future order.

Are you an online/bulk orderer? Where do you buy your gluten-free Martian ingredients? And what the heck am I going to do with all that flaxseed?

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Be our guest…Then again, maybe not.

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Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test!

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Tie your napkin round your neck, cherie, and we—
What’s that you say?

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Celiac disease? Tu ne peux pas manger quoi?
Cook your food on a clean—sacre bleu! No substitutions, mademoiselle!

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P.S. I know, I know, many restaurants—even in France—are pretty good about handling special dietary requests. But Beauty and the Beast was set sometime in the eighteenth century, after all. And judging from a few recent posts on the subject, the behavior of some establishments toward diet-restricted guests is still, like Gaston’s, positively primeval. Do you agree?

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