From HIMSS with Dr. Jayne 4/17/23

I’m on my way to HIMSS after an eventful weekend. Saturday evening was to be a gala in celebration of the 50th anniversary of the program where I completed my residency training. The planning committee has been working for months to make it a bit of a reunion, a bit of a commemoration, and a celebration, not only of the past, but of what is yet to come. It was time to dust off the little black dress, slip into some heels that were a little more comfortable than what I wore when I was a young resident, and dance the night away.

Unfortunately, the weather was less than cooperative, with severe thunderstorm warnings giving way to a tornado watch and finally a tornado warning. We were in the middle of cocktail hour in the special events annex of a local museum when the sirens went off and they asked everyone to move to the designated storm shelter areas. Being asked to choose between the kitchen area and the ladies’ room, I opted for the latter since I knew it would be less hot and humid than the kitchen.

It was a time to experience a whole new level of networking, as we leaned on the cool porcelain tile and talked about how we were affiliated with the residency program. Several attendees were current program staffers and enjoyed hearing the stories my date and I told about our time as residents. Back in the day, the hospital had on-campus housing ,which created an environment that was significantly different than programs where everyone lived away from the hospital. The more recent graduates were interested to learn what it was like before work hours limits and mandatory vacation days.

Our “shelter in place” time also led to my spotting the best shoes of the night, which were a pair of glittering Tretorn sneakers. Knowing I was headed for HIMSS in the morning, they made me seriously question my footwear choices. I hadn’t packed anything quite as memorable as those, so I’m definitely going to have to start upping my game.

After nearly an hour, the weather was downgraded to a severe thunderstorm, and we were allowed to finally make our way to the cocktails and appetizers. We ended up at a table with two members of the class of 1985, who had even wilder campus housing stories than we did, including an episode where one of them rented a hot tub and had it delivered to the hospital’s parking lot for an evening of debauchery. One of them is in a private practice locally and the other is at an academic medical center on the West Coast, but they were both eager to learn about clinical informatics.

After dinner, it was time for some speeches and recognition. My class was recognized due to its distinction as the first all-woman class in the program’s history, which has not been repeated until recently when the class of 2025 entered training. We learned that the 300-plus graduates of our program are actively practicing in more than half the states in the US, and that since its inception, our residency program clinic has treated over one million patients. It was a good night to see old friends and to remind ourselves that we’re part of a legacy of people who went into medicine for all the right reasons, and to recommit ourselves to doing the best for our patients each and every day.

By the time the dancing wound down, and a couple of younger physicians learned from us “seasoned’ ladies that it’s perfectly acceptable to bring your dancing slippers in a tote bag for the later parts of the evening, the rain had stopped. The organizers had thoughtfully commandeered some golf carts to take us back to the parking lot, so we were able to avoid the puddles. I headed home, eager to get a good night’s rest before heading to chilly Chicago. The weather for this week’s HIMSS conference certainly isn’t the lovely Chicago spring that many of us had expected, and I swapped out my cute spring jacket for the more practical ski-ready puffer.

My flight was a bit of a roller coaster, so I was glad to make it to the city in one piece. It was followed by a baggage jam at Midway that led to an hour’s delay in getting my luggage. Normally I wouldn’t check a bag, but I had a special situation this time which required it. Delays always leave me questioning my life choices, but everyone in the baggage area was friendly and there was a sense of camaraderie since we truly were all in it together.

My taxi driver spent most of the trip cautioning me about my personal safety given some recent violence that occurred downtown. While I appreciated his caution, I didn’t appreciate his bait-and-switch at the end of my trip by trying to have me swipe my credit card through his personal Square reader.

Upon arriving at my hotel, I discovered that it still has limited food service and no room service options, so knowing that I have some back-to-back calls in the morning, I made a quick Target run. It’s always entertaining to see people who have never seen a store that has a cart escalator. They are amazed watching the shopping carts go up and down. Fully stocked with Diet Dr. Pepper and snacks, it was back to the room to do some work before an evening out with friends.

The weather in the morning is supposed to be dicey and I haven’t figured out the HIMSS shuttle schedule yet, so it should be an adventure. At check-in, my hotel didn’t seem to recognize that my reservation was part of the HIMSS block, and the agent said they didn’t have any information on the shuttle schedule. I was able to find one on the HIMSS website, but it looks like it was part of a welcome packet from January, so who knows. My original plan was to walk to McCormick place since the mileage to and from my hotel is similar to what I walk at home on a daily basis, but the forecast has changed that. We’ll just have to see what things look like in the morning. HIMSS has been characteristically quiet on the forecast attendee counts, so there’s no way to know what the morning migration will look like.

Are you at HIMSS, and if so, are you looking forward to it? What’s your goal for the meeting? Leave a comment or email me.

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