My husband and I were on a tour. Our traveling buddies consisted of older folks like ourselves. The woman knew I was a retired NP and had told me she frequently saw either an NP or PA when she went for routine medical appointments. She was satisfied with either but didn’t know the difference.
I became an NP in the early 80s and worked in Chicago when NPs were trying to expand our practice by gaining prescription privileges. We were much maligned by the traditional medical establishment. “If nurses want to act like doctors, let them go to medical school” or something to that effect seemed to be the mantra of the American Medical Association. (Both the AMA and the Illinois Medical Association are located in Chicago).
I, with other NP’s, worked in a not-for-profit clinic on the west side of Chicago, caring for the medically underserved. There were few general practice doctors in this part of the city—most set up offices in the more affluent sections. In spite of the fact we NPs were supplying an unmet need, better accomplished if we could prescribe necessary medications, we were seen as competition.
Physicians counteracted the influx of NPs by cultivating their own homegrown subordinates: the physicians’ assistant. I, for one, thought the PA mimicked the doctor’s role in treating illness and didn’t take into consideration the broader aspects of patient needs: physical, mental, psychosocial, economic and functional ability. Aha, we all have some prejudices at one time or another.
At first I did bore my table companion a bit by describing educational paths and state requirements of each profession. But then, remembering the many PA’s I had worked with over the years, I said, “There really is little difference. Both want you to stay healthy and independent.”