Old school hospitals offered lots of special treatment to their esteemed medical staff. Free front row parking with valet service on demand and an ornate dining oasis which was far removed from drab, utilitarian hospital environs were the more obvious perks. Physicians were the alpha predators in the hospital food chain, far removed from nurses and ancillary staff. There were no "mid level providers" in days gone by. It was just the doctors and everyone else.
Doctors' dining rooms were entered through a solid wood door conspicuously marked PRIVATE. Inside the door was a room paneled in dark mahogany with fancy brass grills covering the radiators. Maroon Karastan carpeting covered the floor. Pictures of the institutions hallowed great healers from the ages adorned the walls with an occasional pretentious bronze bust tossed in for good measure. Genuine white table cloths with a fresh floral arrangement salvaged from one of the many bouquets left behind by departing patients added to the ambience. Fancy light fixtures illuminated these deluxe digs and sculpted plaster potentiated the high brow ambience of these over stated eateries. A two year old with a plate of spaghetti could do more damage to an over adorned room like this than a hurricane
General practitioners and internists served the role of personal physicians and asserted complete control over the care of their patients spending many long hours in the hospital. A readily available source of nourishment was essential. These dining areas were a feeding lot open 24/7, serving snacks like Good Humor ice cream bars, bagels, donuts, and crackers laden with cold cuts or liver pate' during off hours. Normal operating hours featured food from the hospital cafeteria embellished with little sprigs of parsley, ripe olives or whatever else the colorful characters known as hospital cooks could whip up. A distinctive touch to our hospital dining room were bottles of hot sauce smack dab in the middle of every table.
Doctors' dining rooms were the consummate private place for the boys to raise questions about care and explore solutions to ethical dilemmas. Operating rooms were fertile ground for mishaps and screw ups when minimally trained general practitioners were granted surgical privileges. Thankfully, they were prudent in restricting their services to simple procedures like vein strippings, tonsillectomies, and D&Cs.
A ham fisted G.P. might ask an ENT specialist if it was OK to with hold information about a patent's uvula that had the nerve to get tangled up in an errant tonsil snare. The ENT doc usually advised it was best to be truthful since the first time a patient looked in the mirror he would notice that little thingee hanging down in the back of his pharynx was AWOL. It's best to be honest when your mistakes are obvious.
Wrong site surgery was an egregious error but could be easily explained away by claiming that the errant surgery was necessary and not a simple minded mistake. Circulating and scrub nurses would likely be fired for wrong site surgery or foreign body oversights, but the surgeons remained unscathed except, perhaps, for an admonishment to be more careful next time.
Doctor's private dining rooms were doomed by hierarchy busting youngsters and the welcome influx of women to the medical field. Most women did not take kindly to putting their own needs ahead of patient welfare when covering up mistakes, an issue frequently addressed in all male forums like doctor's dining rooms.. Corporate healthcare had a significant role in shuttering doctors' dining rooms because of their negative cash flow. Any use of space that failed to contribute to cash flow was history.
I wonder did this happen at all hospitals OFRN - we not only had separate dining for medical staff, all Interns (then all males of course) had to reside in the Students' Quarters for their internship year - and the poor guys had to wear a distinctive uniform of white pants (shorts permitted in summer), white shirt, and dark hospital tie (with the hospital crest on it) - and long white socks and shoes if wearing shorts in summer. Even back in those days we nurses felt sorry for them... Cheers from Sue!ReplyDelete
Decades ago, I believe most USA hospitals had a doctor's dining room, with some being more upscale than others. Only attendings were permitted in doctor's dining rooms.ReplyDelete
Dr. Slambow frequently invited house staff and nurses to the doctor's dining room. A few of the house staff took him up on the offer, but for us "just nurses" it did not seem proper. A line none of us were willing to cross. Dr. Slambow frequently discussed topics of conversation from the doctor's dining room and more than a few seemed unsavory. Medicine was an all boys club centered on self interest.
Very interesting, but the part that is really relatable to many is that bottle of hot sauce on the table. It can even help hospital food (which I once cooked many decades ago). The closest I ever got to eating like that was at the University of Rochester Faculty Dining Room. I was completely out of place, but the food was delicious.ReplyDelete