Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Plunged Into Caregiving
About four months ago my mother asked me to call my father's cardiologist to get clarification on something - "He wants us to do some testing. Is this really necessary?" So I did.
"Your father has aortic stenosis," the cardiologist said without preamble (he knows I'm an MD), "and it's pretty significant."
My attitude when we opened the conversation had been doctor-to-doctor. Now suddenly all that vanished and I was repeating, in a very small voice, "Dad has aortic stenosis?"
The gist of the conversation: yes he did, and furthermore it was getting worse, and the cardiologist wanted to do an angiogram. One angiogram later, Dad had a stent in his right coronary artery but still no clear word on the valve. Cardiologist #1 suggested that we see his pal, Cardiologist #2, an expert in aortic valve problems. By a stroke of luck #2 works at my hospital, Tertiary Care Medical Center.
This guy is hardcore. He has a large office in the very newest building on the hospital campus. Each room has a chair that looks a bit like a recliner, which doubles as a scale. Yes, they press a button and the chair raises a few inches off the ground and they weigh the patient sitting in the chair. He also has a fleet of nurse practitioners and technicians, high grade office equipment and the ability to perform echocardiograms in the exam rooms. The tech clearly knew what he was doing but still could not get a clear picture of Dad's valve. He pressed a button on the room's intercom, ordered a bag of contrast and this was infused through a vein, right in the exam room, by a nurse who appeared out of nowhere.
It's wonderful what money can buy. I guarantee you that no internist or primary care doctor has facilities like this.
After this, we found that the AS was really quite bad indeed. Dad needed a valve replacement as soon as possible. We all agreed that the traditional method (aka "cracking the chest") was not a good idea as Dad is not in the best medical condition. He has a history of several strokes and some dementia. Cardiologist #2 specializes in valve replacement via the femoral artery. How he does this I have no idea, but overall it is less stressful and risky than open chest valve replacement.
Today we go for the final round of preoperative assessments and tests. He is having more of a workup than average because he's been entered into a study wherein the surgeon places a filter in the aortic arch before doing the valve replacement, which should lessen the risk of additional strokes. Tomorrow, if all goes well, he has the procedure.
I have been in charge since the workup started: transport to the hospital, spending the night in the hospital with Dad postprocedure and translating developments to the rest of the family. I now really empathize with patients who get confused and lost, and who complain about having to go to the doctor all the time; I am learning exactly how that feels. As you can imagine, I've had to do some canceling and reworking of my office schedule, but I really don't care. All I want is for this to work.
Wish us luck.
Tuesday, May 05, 2015
Not My Best Week
Another wildly insane day is under my belt. It's hard to say exactly why I left the office feeling so jittery and tense. It may have been the phone call that turned into a 30 minute conversation with a worried son of a new patient. It may have been my current patient who has lost her insurance and now is on Medicaid, which means that for some mysterious reason several of her medications are no longer being covered; suddenly the pharmacy is demanding authorization requests for even the most basic of medications.
It may have been the new patient I saw today who turned out to have multiple unforeseen issues. This particular patient discontinued their diabetes medication three years before and then proceeded not to seek medical care for three years. Today this person turned out to have a random blood sugar of 311. Surprise!
It doesn't help that I am still jetlagged. This past weekend I attended the ACP annual conference. This year it was held in Boston. I did not have the luxury of extra time to adjust to the three-hour time difference between Los Angeles and Boston either going or coming. The conference was good and I think I learned quite a bit, but it is very hard to get spoonfed lectures for 10 hours a day for three days running without losing your mind. No exaggeration; the lectures start at seven in the morning and run until 5:30 PM (with breaks, of course).
And there is more. Two weeks ago my father's cardiologist decided that he needed a catheterization to evaluate his aortic valve. The valve turned out to be functioning reasonably okay but he had a stenosis in his right coronary artery which required a stent placement. This meant that he had to spend the night in the hospital. Guess who spent the night with him? Yes, it was I. I was somewhat philosophical about this turn of events until I was told by the nursing staff that they have no arrangements made for family to spend the night with patients. This meant that I slept in two chairs, continually getting up to remind my father that no, he could not get out of bed to go to the bathroom.
This week I learned that two of our physicians will be taking medical leave somewhat urgently. I don't know the cause and I don't need to know. What I do know is that their patients have to go somewhere, and they will be distributed among the rest of us. Is it any wonder that I am giving serious thought to running away screaming?
I don't have a good way to end this jumble of thoughts. Consider it a therapeutic brain dump. I will be back soon, hopefully in a better mood.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
So Bad It's... Bad.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce the return of Workout Movie Theater. In this ongoing series I review fragments of film I have caught on the elliptical or treadmill while at the gym. (Yes, I belong to one of those chichi gyms that have television screens attached to the workout equipment.)
Today's film is Con Air, an action-adventure film from 1997. I like to think of the nineties as the golden era of crap action movies, possibly because that was the last decade when I actually had time to go to the movies. This film is outstandingly, memorably bad, not least because the cast is really very good. If only Arnold Schwarzenegger had been in it it would have been perfect. It's based on an actual federal air transport system used to move convicts and illegal aliens across the country. You don't have to be psychic to predict the plot: the criminals take over the plane and wreak havoc. Needless to say we've got a good guy on board who tries to take down the criminals.
So far so good. Things start to unravel when you realize that the hero is played by Nicholas Cage, who has clad himself in a wifebeater T-shirt and Southern accent for this film. He's supposed to be a former Army Ranger from Alabama who went to jail for manslaughter committed when he was trying to protect his pregnant wife from assault. He's been in jail for seven years and has never seen his kid. Why he wound up on a plane with a bunch of mad serial killers I have no idea (I missed the start of the movie). The cast includes John Malkovich (chewing the scenery as the head bad guy), Steve Buscemi as a serial killer who really doesn't seem so bad compared to Malkovich's character, Colm Meaney (aka "the Irish guy from Star Trek") as a DEA agent, and John Cusack, who looks about twelve, as a U.S. Marshal. (I understand Cusack hates this film so much that he refuses to talk about it in interviews. I can't say I blame him.)
So. With a cast like this, why is it so bad? Let's list the reasons.
These thoughts left me asking myself "Whither Hollywood?" I could only answer with a shrug and "Nowhither, I guess."
Monday, February 23, 2015
A View to a Crash
Driving home from work tonight I turned on the radio and found myself in the middle of a freeway car chase. If you aren't from Los Angeles, you may not realize how frequent a happening this is: L.A. has 527 miles of freeway and a whole lot of cars, not to mention any number of lawbreakers whose first instinct, when the police turn on their flashing lights, is to put the pedal to the metal. The first really heavily televised car chase was back in 1994 and I blame O.J. Simpson and his white Bronco for this whole phenomenon. Tonight's chase was out in the Lancaster-Palmdale area north of the city and was eagerly being narrated by the clowns John and Ken on KFI, a talk radio station with a conservative bent.
"They say he's going a hundred and twenty miles an hour!"
"He's slowing down. Why is he hitting the brakes?"
"He just went into a GATED COMMUNITY!" (The driver apparently rammed the gate, drove in, a passenger [who has since been arrested] jumped out of the car, and then the driver headed back out and onto another freeway. As one of the radio hosts pointed out, this has never happened before in the televised history of Los Angeles car chases.)
One well-meaning network journalist on television recommended that people in the area keep their children indoors. John and Ken greeted this rather obvious piece of advice with glee and every five minutes would again remind their listeners to lock their doors and stay inside. As I listened I heard that the chase had started in Northridge, in the San Fernando Valley - a good 40 miles back - and that the driver had hit a pedestrian there. No word on how the pedestrian was doing. Who cares? There's a car chase to narrate!
Eventually the chase petered out, as these things do. The fox - I mean, driver - was run to earth on a dirt road out in Palmdale. Driver then proceeded to sit in his car for about fifteen minutes, before eventually being persuaded to come out of the car, where he was promptly cuffed and will no doubt face any number of charges. I just hope manslaughter isn't one of them.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
To all who are reading this now, or in the future. The annual Christmas miracle kicked in about 24 hours ago. Traffic has slowed down, nay, has all but disappeared. Peace reigns over Los Angeles (more or less). Merry Christmas to you and yours. Be well and avoid the flu.
Labels: Random Thoughts
Thursday, October 02, 2014
Hi There, Captain Trips
Let's start things off with a picture, shall we? Notice the complete lack of any bioprotective gear on the guy cleaning up the Ebola-laden vomit ejected by Patient Zero on his way to the hospital?
Sigh. OK, I used to think the US had one of the best public health programs in the world. All that stuff about immunizations, handwashing, treating TB, clean water supplies - you know the drill. But after seeing the way the Ebola case has been mishandled I am beginning to wonder. Read the following (lifted from the Ace of Spades site, and MAJOR props to blogger tmi3rd for his info on the case):
The patient's quarantined girlfriend Louise told CNN on Thursday that she had not been told what to do with the soiled linens used by Mr Duncan when he was ill and had not been given food. The woman has been legally ordered to stay inside her Dallas apartment with her 13-year-old child and two nephews, who are both in their twenties, as they came in direct contact with Mr Duncan. ... The quarantined family members of Ebola sufferer Thomas Eric Duncan had tried to escape their Dallas apartment after being told they had to stay inside because they were at risk, having been around Mr Duncan while he was contagious... It also appears that Mr Duncan did not mention his close contact with a severe case of Ebola to his partner Louise, with whom he has one child.So, yeah. That apartment is LOADED with infected bodily fluids and the local health department (and/or CDC) is telling them to stay in there. I don't see that working out real well. The family is understandably terrified and has already left the apartment once. Why doesn't the city move them to a clean, isolated area?
Go read Ace, who's all over this story. You won't get better info anywhere.
Friday, September 26, 2014
As an addendum to the previous post, I will tell you what I brought to the office today for lunch though I would never think of cooking it in the office (impossible, really). It's no gourmet surprise but works well enough on a busy week.
1 lb mince (aka ground beef, ground turkey, etc)
some chopped onion, maybe 1/2 cup or more
1 15 oz can diced tomatoes, preferably "Mexican style" (plain is fine)
1 15 oz can beans (pink, kidney, even black beans)
generous amt chili powder, between 1-3 tablespoons
shakes of cumin and garlic powder
This is what I call good old housewife 1960's chili. And I mean that in a good way. Brown your meat, throwing in onion. Drain (if meat is not low fat). Add undrained beans, tomatoes and spices. I sometimes add some cayenne or Tabasco. Keep tasting to see if it is as you like it, simmer from 30-60 minutes. Serve with your choice of shredded cheese, chopped onion, sour cream.
You can turn leftovers into "chili casserole" as my mother used to call it. Layer the chili in a greased casserole with tortilla chips, chopped onion and shredded cheese. (This is also known as "Mexican Lasagna"). Bake at 350 degrees till done, maybe 45 minutes. It isn't great but it isn't bad either.
Hands Off My Kettle!
The food writers of the Guardian have done it again. One of their recent "Word of Mouth" blog posts deals with fixing lunch in the office. Not bringing your lunch, but cooking it in the office. The writer gives the example of using the office kettle to boil eggs in. Need I mention the primary use of said kettle is to boil water for tea? I can only imagine the sulfury, eggy taste of the first cup of tea made out of that kettle after lunch. And I'd get tired of boiled eggs for lunch awfully fast.
As always, the comments are gold - better than the article really. I append a few.
As I worked in a foundry, I fear my eggs would have been very hard indeed.
According to my mother (a fount of misleading information) boiling eggs in the kettle gives you warts.
I've been crisping bacon in the laminator and making my own pesto in the shredder for years. It makes the office smell wonderful.
Rather than turning my pasta into tagliatelli in the shredder, we could use my pasta and your bolognese sauce to make ravioli in the laminator. Is there no end to the glory of the office lunch?
I've converted our office water-cooler into a fermentation vat and am currently conditioning a young but surprisingly fruity Rioja.
My jerky is nearly ready, I've had little strips of beef hanging in front of the aircon for two weeks now.
Several comments from vegans, folks with egg allergies and those fearful of salmonella livened up the debate. I also would not be doing my blogging duty if I did not point out that the comments include a very clever ode to the George Foreman Grill. You're welcome.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
A New Life In Total Disbelief
Apparently, the zombie apocalypse may be upon us after all:
Two Ebola patients, who died of the virus in separate communities in Nimba County have reportedly resurrected in the county. The victims, both females, believed to be in their 60s and 40s respectively, died of the Ebola virus recently in Hope Village Community and the Catholic Community in Ganta, Nimba. But to the amazement of residents and onlookers on Monday, the deceased reportedly regained life in total disbelief...The above quote came from a Liberian news site called The New Dawn. I'd like to have a chat with the author about dangling participles and such. In all seriousness, it speaks to the level of panic and lack of medical support in this epidemic that patients could be mistakenly pronounced dead - and to the amazing powers of the human body that these two women could revive after (I would assume) at least 24 hours without fluids or medical care.
That said, if any news breaks about brain eating zombie rampages, I'm heading out to find a nice safe bunker.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
How to Skate Around Obamacare (Maybe)
This article appeared in the New York Times this weekend. It relates mostly to surgical fees and billing, but I found it interesting. The gist of it is that even when savvy patients go in for surgery with a surgeon they know is approved by their insurance plan, and make sure the procedure is scheduled at the hospital contracted with said plan, they can still get hit with unexpected fees if the surgeon calls in a noncontracted assistant. In many cases the assistant is in the same office as the surgeon in charge of the case. It's easy to infer that the assisting surgeon's higher fee is likely split with Surgeon #1.
In other cases, patients reported that a hospitalist or internist who appeared on their hospital bill as rounding on them daily never in fact showed up. Or they got an echocardiogram that they didn't actually need for surgical clearance. Or other things.
The surgeons, in many cases, blamed the hospital for the extra procedures and charges; they state that due to the drop in reimbursements this is the hospital's way of getting additional cash. As for the assistant issue, it actually is common for surgeons to have an assistant on their cases. It makes things much easier and faster in the OR to have someone retracting the edges of the wound, assisting with suturing, and so forth. My father, in fact, did this for many years on his patients. This was well before the era of managed care. His specialty was family practice, but he was deft and smart, and the surgeons loved working with him. However, he did not bill for the astronomical sums mentioned in this article; he was just an assistant, and "out of network" was not a concept that applied at that time.
If the surgeon knows he or she is going to need an assistant on the case it is his responsibility to explain this to the patient (including exactly why one is needed) and to make sure the assistant is contracted with the patient's insurance plan. As someone who works for a large group which employs lots of staff who deal with this exact issue, I'm kind of surprised this ploy is as frequent (and successful) as it apparently is.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Oh, this. THIS.
Please go and read this wonderful post right now. It's a collection of stupid comments made on food blogs and I hope it makes you as happy as it made me.
(h/t Ace of Spades)
You may have noticed there has been a slight delay in posting. My apologies. (Full disclosure: I started this post in May 2013.)
Quite a lot has been happening. I'll try to condense it for you.
- I once again went through the agony of recertifying in Internal Medicine. This happens every ten years and it seems to get worse every single time. The good news is that now all internists are equally discommoded by this process, instead of only those who were certified after 1990. The older doctors who were originally told that they would not have to go through this process are now stuck with it just like the rest of us. An online revolt began almost immediately; a torrent of protesting emails have been fired off to the Board and to the ACP (our academic organization for Internal Medicine). So perhaps we will finally get some relief from this torment.
In case you are wondering about ongoing medical education, there has been a longstanding requirement for licensure that all doctors must earn a certain number of CME credits every year. The certification process has been added on top of that requirement and, in my opinion, is the board's way of grabbing control of the lucrative medical-education pie. Many doctors are threatening to let their certification expire. You can still practice without being board certified, but most medical groups and hospitals will be reluctant to hire a doctor who is not certified in some specialty. The question is, would an established physician be dismissed for letting his or her specialty certification expire? No one seems to know.
- I turned fifty last year and celebrated it in a way I did not expect. On my birthday my mother passed out cold while walking to the refrigerator, crashed to the floor, was taken to the hospital and found to have a cardiac arrhythmia which resulted in her getting a pacemaker a week later. Fortunately she is now doing fine. But the month before my father had had a serious stroke. Add in an aunt who needed hip surgery and two cataract surgeries on my mother, and you can see it's been a very busy year.
So what shall we talk about then? The heat wave, perhaps. It has been really warm and humid for over a week, what with two rogue hurricanes tracking up from Mexico through the Gulf of California. In Los Angeles we got little or no rain, but Nevada to the east got enough to wash out part of Interstate 15. Like many older houses on the west side, mine has no air conditioning; and because the windows are French-style that open on hinges, rather than the slide up-and-down kind, I cannot use a window unit. I dug out the giant box fan my father gave me years ago and it has been a lifesaver. It must be 40 to 50 years old and still works like a champ.
Southern California residents are also now having to cope with the constant announcements that we are in a Drought. The Worst Drought Ever. We must save water. Well, of course we must; any fool knows that we live in a semiarid climate and the population count here is far too dense for the amount of rainfall we get. We were bound to run out of water at some point. Some years we get heavy rain and flooding, some years we get very little rain. This past winter we only had one significant storm and that was in February. California is working on desalination plants, but I think that water storage tanks in everyone's backyard to be filled during the rainy season would also be a good tactic to try. Strangely this idea has not been discussed in the local press (as far as I can tell).
And lastly, our medical director has decided that the medical group ought to have a blog. It won't be for the public, but available on company Intranet only. I wound up being one of the doctors picked to write for it and was happy to participate, but he came up with this idea over a year ago and we still don't have the website up and running. Enduring the various delays has been somewhat frustrating, but we are told that "any day now" the blog will be functional. Uh-huh.
The other problem regarding the work blog is that our Fearless Leader wants posts of 150 words or less. I told him that at 150 words I was just getting started. He says the idea is more to present ideas that will "foster debate" about the best methods of practice. Okay, I can see that would be educational and it will force me to stay current on topics such as vaccination recommendations, when to start treating high cholesterol levels, and so forth. But it won't be very entertaining. My idea is that after a month or so I will start mixing in a little entertainment as well. We'll see how it works.
He doesn't know about this blog. I aim to keep it that way. I'll post more soon.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
ZORK: THE QUEST FOR INSURANCE INFORMATION - A Text-Only Adventure Game
> You are facing north, looking at the mouth of a cave.
You have a walking stick.
You have a torch.
You have a knife.
You have one bag of jewels.
You have a handful of magic beans.
> GO NORTH
> You are in a dark cave. A woman wearing a headset is approaching you.
> HOW MUCH IS MY DEDUCTIBLE?
> I don't understand that.
> QUERY DEDUCTIBLE
> She shakes her head. "That depends on your employer," she says. "You must go back to Start."
> GO EAST
> You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
> GO EAST
> You are standing in a vast underground cavern. Many confused people are wandering around it. There is a display with numbered cards.
> TAKE A NUMBER
> You are number 1,752.
> You are number --
> YES I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME
> I don't understand that.
> USE KNIFE
> The crowd scatters and you find yourself at the head of the line. There is a counter with computer terminals. Behind it a man is standing.
> QUERY DEDUCTIBLE
> He tells you your deductible is $750 per year. You have $650 left on it.
> OH NO
> QUERY PMD
> He tells you that you have been reassigned to a different medical group without your prior knowledge.
> USE MAGIC BEANS
> You show the man your magic beans and his face lights up. After a delay of 45 minutes, he tells you that he has been able to assign you back to your original PMD.
> QUERY COPAY
> He tells you your copay for PMD is one bag of jewels. If you go to the ER it is three bags of jewels. Specialist: two bags of jewels.
> FIND PMD
> This is a quest, remember?
> SIGH. GO NORTH
> You are in a narrow dimly lit passage. The ground is rough here.
> USE STICK
> The stick helps keep you from stumbling. Suddenly as you move forward you realize the ground is opening up. Before you can react you have fallen into a large pit just ahead of you.
> USE TORCH
> You raise the torch above your head to see better and realize the pit is filled with... pharmaceutical representatives.
> USE KNIFE
> You fight them off and scramble out of the pit just in time.
> KEEP GOING
> You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
> GO LEFT
> It is pitch dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
> USE TORCH
> You are in a chamber filled with smiling people wearing white coats.
> QUERY PROVIDERS
> You must be more specific.
> QUERY PMD
> The chamber is filled with physicians' assistants, nurse practitioners and pharmacists, all of whom are eager to help, but none of them is an MD. Do you wish to continue?
> HMMM. GUESS I'LL CONTINUE FOR NOW. GO BACK
> You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.
> NOT AGAIN
> I don't understand that.
> GO RIGHT
> There is a light ahead of you and a trail of discarded cardboard coffee cups and donut boxes on the ground.
> KEEP GOING
> You are in a lighted chamber. There is a stethoscope here. There is a reflex hammer here. There is a tired looking person in a white coat here.
> GIVE JEWELS
> The person in the white coat is your PMD. Congratulations. You have won the game.
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
A Really Good Headline
As a good Stepford staff member of Tertiary Care Center, TCC's intranet web page doubles as my home page. Every morning when I fire up the box I am greeted by perky articles about the Star Safety Team Member of the Week, the latest blood drive/fundraiser/politically correct spokesperson for Disease X, or warnings about parking restrictions due to construction. There is nothing intrinsically wrong with this. It's just part of working for a big corporation (which, let's face it, I do).
My complaint here is that whoever writes the headlines for Tertiary Care Center's intranet web page needs some remedial education. This morning the top caption reads:
A Benign Brain Tumor, a Malignant Tumor, a Love Story and a Doctor's Reassuring Presence
I haven't read the story, but I'm sure it is heartwarming. No doubt. Unfortunately when I read this, my twisted brain immediately produced the following:
...and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
...and Two Hard Boiled Eggs. Make That Three Hard Boiled Eggs
...and Six Weeks To Live
Rewrite, people! Rewrite!
Thursday, February 07, 2013
State of January
Dementia is like a sinkhole. It erodes from within. Particularly with Alzheimer's, the social graces are preserved until late in the disease. You see someone who is clean, properly dressed, gracious and smiling, able to carry on a conversation - although they might seem a bit vague. It isn't until you start asking detailed questions that you begin to see what's behind the facade. What's there is a vacuum.
Patient Gracious Lady, GL for short, has been my patient for many years. She would sometimes be brought by a family member, but often came alone. I usually see her about twice a year, as she has been in pretty good physical health. During her appointments nothing about her demeanor said dementia or struck me as unusual. She was recently hospitalized for a fairly minor problem, but the admitting MD warned me that she had been quite confused and the family member who brought her to see me for a post-discharge visit confirmed it.
"She'll ask me a question and I answer it. Then five minutes later, she asks the same question again."
"Who's been paying her bills? Are they getting paid?" - if you suspect dementia, this is always a good question to ask as finances are one of the first things to go by the wayside. In this case though it didn't help.
"I'm paying them." It turned out that family members had been helping her pay her bills for the past several years. During this discussion, GL sat quietly with a calm smile on her face, divorced from the entire conversation.
"I'm going to do something called a mini mental state exam." This is a fairly quick test which covers vocabulary, short term memory, math and orientation to place and time. It isn't perfect as even someone with early dementia will likely get the questions right. But sometimes, as today, the results can be quite striking.
I held up a pen and she named it immediately. But when I tapped the object on her wrist and asked her to name it, it took her 45 seconds to remember that it was called a wristwatch.
Time to test location. "What state are we in?"
Oh crap, I thought. Wait a minute.
"Is it someplace like Wisconsin? Rhode Island?"
"No, those aren't right." She pondered for a while. "It's January."
I stole a look at the relative, who was looking pretty devastated. Every answer revealed another deficiency. To be brief, the maximal score on the MMSE is 30 points; she scored less than half that.
There are tests that can and should be run if you suspect dementia, to rule out medical causes. You check thyroid, vitamin B12 and syphilis titers among other tests. I ordered them, but I am not really optimistic that her problem is treatable. Her MMSE score is probably too low for her to benefit from medication.
The one blessing that I have seen in dementia is that the patients themselves don't seem to be aware that they have a problem - or if they are aware, it doesn't really bother them. When a patient comes in with a complaint of "I keep forgetting things and I'm really worried that I have a problem," you can almost guarantee that they are not dementing. It's when the family or friends bring the patient in that you have to be concerned. GL had that same calm, detached air. The good news is that she has caring family who will look after her, and I firmly believe that social interaction helps in this disease. Still, it is not something that one would ever wish for a relative or loved one.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
I say, Your Majesty, you know how to handle a weapon. Rumor has it Jack Bauer took lessons from you.