This week I had to go to the tire shop to get a little puncture in my tire repaired. While I was hanging out waiting on the work, I
overheard one of the salesmen explaining tire options to a lady.
Apparently her Mercedes sedan used 225/45-17s on the front
and 245/40-17s on the rear wheels. But
if she wanted, she could go with the 225/45-18s on the front with 245/35-18s on
the back. But then she would have to get
eighteen inch wheels, which shouldn’t be a big deal if she traded in her
17s. The Yokahamas were studless winter
tires, but cost about $50 more than BFGoodrich’s speed rated tires. Did she know about speed rated tires? No? Don’t
worry about it. Anyway, the Bridgestones
had a longer warranty, but cost $20 more per tire and would need different
wheel-mounted pressure sensors. There
was a cheaper Bridgestone tire, but it wouldn’t work on the eighteens they were
talking about.
Something like that. The dude
went on offering confusing options for about fifteen minutes. I quickly became confused by all of the
jargon and choices. Apparently the
customer did, too. (You did too, I
bet. Didn’t read all of that paragraph,
did you?) She extricated herself from
the salesman, saying something about needing to sleep on it. I bet she just went to another shop where
someone competent helped her.
This salesman offered her too many choices, based on
technical information that she didn’t understand. There is no way for her to understand the
relative benefits, costs, risks, and sizes in all the different
combinations. Nor did she need to
understand all of that. Do you know why
she doesn’t need to understand all of that?
She isn’t a tire salesman! That’s what we pay tire salesmen for!
I’m not a tire expert.
The last time I had to buy tires, the salesman asked what kind of tire I
wanted. I said, “Black ones.” My knowledge was exhausted at that point.
Dude, I don't even know. Is that the right size for a Honda Civic? I mean, at least it's black and all... By Greencolander, via Wikimedia Commons |
The salesman should have learned what the customer needed
and then offered his recommendation. Did
she drive long distances at highway speeds, how much winter driving did she
expect to do, that kind of thing. Using
that information, he (the expert) could know the two or three best options for
the customer. The customer still gets a
choice, cheaper with short warranty or more expensive with long warranty, that
kind of thing. But the lady wouldn’t
have been overwhelmed. If the two or
three options he offered didn’t work, move to the fourth one. He shouldn’t have shotgunned choices at her.
The same thing happens in EMS.
We need to inform people of technical information all the
time. But most of our patients are not
medical experts. It is difficult for a non-expert to accurately weigh the risks
and benefits of a given choice, multiplied by the relative odds that condition
such-and-such is even what they have going on.
When you add in fear, uncertainty, embarrassment, and pain, the ability
to make complicated choices becomes nearly impossible.
People get confused.
Experts need to de-confuse people by giving them simple
information.
I use this phrase all the time: “If it were me…” Repeat after me: “If it were me…”
“If it were me, I would stay home, rest, and take some
ibuprofen. There is always a slim chance
that something terrible is going on, like a one in a million broken neck. But in my opinion, based on everything I see
here, the risk of that is really low. It
is common to be sore after a jolt like this and it usually better after a day
or two of rest, ice, and ibuprofen.
How’s that sound?”
“If it were me, I would send him to the hospital in the
ambulance. This could be something minor
like a breath holding spell, but I don’t like to mess around with
breathing. Breathing is important,
right? If you let me take your son, I
can keep an eye on how he is breathing and intervene if it comes to it. How’s that sound?”
“If it were me, I would probably get my wife or a friend to
drive me to an urgent care. They can
shoot an x-ray and take care of it if it is broken. It would be a lot cheaper that way, too. But if you want come with me to an ED, it is
probably more expensive but I can give you some painkillers to help you feel
better on the way. It’s up to you, based
on how much pain you are in. But one way
or the other, you need to get to a joint with an x-ray. What do you think?”
Give people your honest opinion. You are an expert. Work in their best interest. You have an opinion. Let them know that it is your opinion by
using the phrase “If it were me.” But you have to give
people your expert opinion of what is going on.
Tell people what they should do. If you don’t know something, tell them that you don’t
know.
Base your opinions on what would be in the best interest of
that patient.
People still make choices opposite my opinion all the
time. I’m actually okay with that. Information is what patients deserve, so that
they can make decisions. Give the
information, show them the best path based on your training, knowledge, and
experience, and let them make their choice.
Don’t be the tire salesman, spreading confusion in your wake.
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