Sunday, November 21, 2021

The P.I.M.P.

Once upon a time, I was walking through the parking lot at our local grocery store when a black man who was watching me said; "Hey man, did you hurt your leg or is that your pimp walk?"  I laughed and said; "Both!"  Yes, it is a gimp right leg I've been hauling around for a lot of years but it doesn't hurt. Probably just a nerve or something.  When asked about it outright I typically reply; "It's my sympathy limp." and that is good for a laugh.

This is about a movement that is not gimp leg related though...PIMP is an acronym for the Pushup Institute of ex-Military Personnel, hereafter known as the "Tute."  As such, the Tute has promulgated certain guidelines for pushup completion that naturally changes as a person progresses toward septuagenarian status and beyond;

1. Age 0-15 - none expected - just crawl baby crawl

2. Age 15-45 - elbows at 60 degrees, face in the mud, straighten up then repeat

3. Age 45-70 - elbows at 45 degrees, huffing and puffing permitted

4. Age 70+ - elbows at 15 degrees, smelling salts to begin, or if you are a politician, adderall.  Prayer recommended. Also recommended; Rescue personnel standing by to help you to your feet.

Okay, okay I made that all up but hey, it is elder entitlement to just make things up right?!

Anyway I did it and here it is...the 2021 winner of the official P.I.M.P Institute Badge of Merit.  Click on that puppy...

76@76


 

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Dear United States Air Force Medical Service Corps,


This morning, I read this fine article written by Bill Murphy from the New Yorker magazine about Sam Watterson, creator of the "Calvin and Hobbs" comic strip.  It was Watterson's letter written to "Dear Reader" in 1995. In it, he announced his resignation to take on other projects...to pursue other dreams.

Reading it stirred my tendency for gushing sentimentality concerning my tenure with the Medical Service Corps.  You see, I left the Corps also..."to pursue other dreams." This, in turn, prompted me to write a similar letter in what may well be an awkward but nevertheless sincere imitation...

Dear Medical Service Corps Officer,

This is to announce my departure from the Air Force and the Medical Service Corps after serving equally as airman and officer for 24 years.

When and if you read this, I will have been retired from the Corps for more than 30 years. So yes, I am really late here. Yet, in that time, I have remained in touch with many, though regrettably not all, fellow officers who I served with and admired. I know I should have written this then and I apologize.  Even though you do not expect it, I want you know how much you meant to me and what a large part of my heart still belongs to you.

Julieann Marie Campbell
Spring, 1987, Air Force Spouse
of the Very First Order.
I am keeping this letter painfully short although it could easily be book length. In fact, elements of my Air Force life comprise one fifth of the memoirs in my book "Travel On," a tribute to an amazing and most fortunate life. 

I just want you to know I miss the camaraderie and common causes you have. For you and most of your fellow officers, I hope and believe it is something you will cherish until the end of your days.

I left simply because, after joining our Air Force at the tender age of 17, I was curious about what a life would be like if I was free from the cycle of geographical and work assignments. Yet, I loved what I was doing in supporting patient care for the military and their families. The fact is, I still miss it to this day.

Things have gone very well since. No complaints here but I want to say I loved serving with you and would have been honored and happy to serve with you well beyond my 24 years.

I wish you the very best Ma'am, and Sir as you serve, or have served with such fine people. I sincerely hope you eventually find your heart filled with the love and memories you will experience with the Corps.  And when you choose to end your time, maybe you will remember...maybe you will write a letter to those you served with. 

Until then, as our first soldier, George Washington wrote; I remain "...Your Most Obedt and Affectionate Hble Servt."


Wednesday, November 3, 2021

"CHAMPS'R'US"

It was 1988 and that's what it said on the sweatshirts he designed as motivation for the staff of Foundation Health Plan; "CHAMPS'R'US." Foundation Health was the winning (only) bidder for a new, massive government health care contract.  The designer was a recently retired Air Force Lieutenant Colonel line officer who was working in our newly established corporate marketing department. He was part of a massive roll out of a Department of Defense demonstration project called the "CHAMPUS Reform Initiative" or "CRI." It was a test of a triple-option health care health plan that was designed to supplement the military health care system with providers who would deliver health care to nearly a million eligible members throughout the western US.

A commemorative contract award
plaque and the world's largest name tag.

In 1987, I had recently retired from the Air Force and was rotating among Foundation Health Plan departments to learn the HMO ropes when we won the contract. Foundation was one of the first federally recognized companies under the HMO Act of 1973.  It was something new and interesting to me and I was happy to be learning under the tutelage of one of its founders, Dr. James J. Schubert and his expert staff.  

Then, I was fortunate named COO for the Northwest portion of the contract, serving almost 400,000 beneficiaries and their MTFs...mainly because of my military health care background and certainly not because of my managed care knowledge. The southern part of California was to be operated by a subcontractor to Foundation. 

We were given just six months to hire and train the staff needed to perform the contract requirements and a lot of new folks were pretty burnt out.  The Colonel thought up the "Champs R US" expression in a spin off of the famous "ToysRUs" company name and had it printed on sweatshirts for all the staff. It was a small bright spot in an otherwise difficult time.  All in all though, we were extremely lucky and hired some terrific people.  

I do recall one dark moment in our hiring process.  We had been at it for a few weeks and we needed nurses for our advice lines, utilization management and satellite offices near MTFs.  We had an open interview one Saturday morning and when I walked through our lobby I saw a bunch of them waiting to be interviewed.  My first reaction was a sense of disappointment that our healthcare system would attract nurses away from patient bedsides. It was my old hospital hat kicking in I guess but I couldn't help but wonder why we, as in all of us, couldn't do a better job of retaining them in direct care.

Plaque reverse side -
Copy of the actual contract award
As you might suspect, just getting to the implementation of CRI involved hundreds if not thousands of chance occurrences. There had to be an Assistant Secretary of Defense for Health Affairs (William Mayer, M.D.), supported by Colonel Fred Vago and Lt Col Dave Fant, both Air Force MSCs and a host of others who had the vision and support staff needed to design a workable request for contract proposals.  There had to be an HMO Chairman of the Board, another MD (James J. Schubert) who also had the vision and support staff to see the possibilities. Doctor Schubert had done his Orthopedic residency at Walter Reed and felt closely tied to the Military Health System. 

Finally, there had to be what was called a "risk management corridor" to spread the rewards if it worked and limit the losses if it didn't.  There was so much money and so many lives involved that failure meant many jobs and an entire company would likely be lost.  More importantly, a program to improve military family access to quality health care at a reasonable price would be lost. Before the risk corridor (which I believe was thought of by the Foundation actuary) there were several HMOs nationwide who had interest and all but one had dropped out over concern for ambiguities in the program including enrollment projections, sharing resources with the military and most important to them...the potential for significant financial losses.

The contract technical proposals themselves were 12 volumes of individual 3 inch binders, all with matching binders of attachments covering such major topics as contract management, provider relations, utilization management, implementation, claims, resource sharing, finance and on and on.  Somewhere between 6-9 sets were to be submitted as I vaguely recall and of course, there had to be at least an equal number of sets retained for internal use. Just the actuarial work on available data needed for substantive estimates on factors including enrollment and utilization alone could easily run a couple of million dollars. There were, again, hundreds if not thousands of moving parts to the project and it is very likely none of the parties knew them all.

For example; just imagine putting together a full service provider network using newly trained hires to convince docs and hospitals to sign up to deliver health care at a price significantly lower than they were used to...for a million people give or take.  Then build a claims system that would adequately handle the results.  Well, the first worked pretty fair but the second; claims, was a disaster. The fact is, an entire lengthy book could be written on the failure of the "Eagle" claims system alone.  But those are stories for another time and someone much more knowledgeable than I. Blend in some utilization management (a review and denial system) that the docs hated and throw in some rigid quality assurance for good measure.  While you are at it, convince and reassure MTF commanders and military families they were being well taken care of..."those moving parts" right?! 

The up front hiring was set at a frantic pace and there were government monitors everywhere.  DOD had a full-time rep (the Major Don Palen, another AF MSC) on site to watch for things that were broken. There were frequent visits and meetings held at various headquarters and health care facilities throughout the Western US and Hawaii.  In the end, CRI opened its doors for business, suffered setbacks but eventually worked out. It was blessed by an external, independent review from Rand Corporation and over time was expanded, became known as Tricare. Tricare has continued for more than thirty years and is presently serving over nine and a half million beneficiaries world-wide.

Note:  There are probably a bunch of mistakes in this account and they are all mine.  Memory doesn't always serve you know?!