Internal Medicine: Distilled

By Omar Nabil Metwally, MD
Internal Medicine Physician
First published 30 August 2026 · Revised and expanded with references


One of the most important classes that I attended as a Clinical Informatics Fellow at UCSF was a course on clinical research. This reflection surprises me in hindsight because I long associated “Clinical Informatics”, which was then a new medical specialty (I was in UCSF’s second class and their third Clinical Informatics Fellow), with the intersection of technology and patient care — a niche for technologically-affine physicians capable of transforming healthcare, if only (so the reasoning) they connected with the right decision makers, got on the right Teams calls, and joined the most elite mailing lists. I was not expecting to sit down almost 10 years later to write a blog post about what I then considered the driest of subjects: biostatistics.

In retrospect, I had a lot to learn, and I could have learned those valuable lessons with a more open and receptive mindset. I consider Professor Pletcher’s course significant in two regards. First, it gave me an opportunity to think deeply about the tests that doctors (especially non-surgeon physicians) routinely order on behalf of their patients and are expected to interpret and act upon correctly. Second, it planted the seed for the realization, many years after my time at Parnassus, that the specialty of Internal Medicine boils down to one concept: a priori likelihood.

There are two types of doctors that take care of people: physicians and surgeons. Physicians — doctors like internists and pediatricians — do a bulk of their work in the cognitive realm, which often takes the form of making a short-list of diagnoses and honing in possibilities (in medical jargon, this is called making a differential diagnosis). This is in contrast to surgeons, whose work tends to be more operative in a hands-on, physical sense than a physician. A physician who does not understand the tests they are ordering, the diagnostic consequences of their choice of test, and how to interpret the results, is like a surgeon without the physical skills necessary to perform a particular operation. I’m deliberately over-simplifying to make the point that despite the fact that test ordering and interpretation has traditionally been a core competency of physicians in general, I encounter an alarming number of physicians, new and experienced alike, who lack the skills to understand what they’re ordering (or not ordering) and how to correctly interpret positive and negative results. Equally alarming, and I suspect related, is organizational policies that narrowly prescribe diagnostic protocols in order to move a patient from point A to point B on the healthcare labyrinth — in the process, stripping physicians of what little autonomy they still have to exercise their clinical judgement.

The objective of this writing is to capture that lesson for any doctor who will ever order (or decide not to order) a test and be expected to interpret the result — if they are lucky to even have the choice.

The order that sounds correct

A middle-aged man presents with months of progressive hip and buttock pain. The pain is worst in the first hours after waking and after prolonged sitting. It wakes him at night. He has a years-long history of intermittent low back pain, a personal history of eosinophilic esophagitis, and a family history of autoimmune disease. Plain films show mild bilateral hip osteoarthritis — premature for his age. He asks for a rheumatology referral.

A reasonable-sounding plan: order an ANA and rheumatoid factor first. If negative, hold the referral. If positive, refer.

That plan has the shape of good medicine — screen, then escalate. It is also, for this presentation, close to backwards. Two errors are stacked inside it, and the second one is the more instructive.

Error one: the tests cannot see the disease

The clinical question here is axial spondyloarthritis. AxSpA is a seronegative spondyloarthropathy — and “seronegative” is not decoration. RF is expected to be negative. ANA has no association with the disease and appears nowhere in the ASAS classification criteria [1]. No result either test returns can move the probability of axSpA in either direction.

So the proposed gate was built from tests that cannot detect the condition being gated. A negative result would have been recorded as reassurance while carrying zero information about the actual question.

Error two: predictive value belongs to the patient, not the test

Here is the concept the wards tend to erode: sensitivity and specificity are properties of the assay. Positive and negative predictive value are properties of the encounter. The same ANA, on the same analyzer, means something entirely different depending on who is in the chair.

Do the arithmetic once and it inoculates you.

Worked example: the ANA in this patient

ANA is positive in roughly 20–30% of healthy adults at a 1:40 titer, and 10–15% at 1:80 [2]. Our patient has monoarticular hip pain with a mechanical mechanism, an axial pain pattern, and no features of connective tissue disease. Be generous and set the pretest probability of an ANA-associated disease at 0.5% — 1 in 200.

Per 1,000 similar patients Test positive Test negative
Disease present (5) 5 0
Disease absent (995) ~120 ~875
Total ~125 ~875
Assuming ~95% sensitivity and ~88% specificity at a 1:80 cutoff [3].

PPV = 5 / 125 = 4%. Twenty-four out of every twenty-five positives are false. A positive ANA in this patient is not a signal — it is noise wearing the costume of data.

And the costume is expensive. A positive ANA in the chart is never inert: it cascades to an ENA panel, a dsDNA, a “possible early connective tissue disease” note, a referral placed for the wrong reason, a patient reading about lupus at 2 a.m., and a label copied forward through every future chart review. The harm of a low-value test is rarely the test. It is the machinery the result switches on.

Worked example: the test that actually earns its place

Now run HLA-B27 through the same patient. Sensitivity is roughly 85% for axSpA — best established for radiographic disease, somewhat lower for non-radiographic axSpA and in non-European ancestries — with specificity around 90%, capped by a background allele frequency of roughly 6–8% in US populations of European descent (and higher still in Scandinavia) [4]. That yields LR+ ≈ 9 and LR− ≈ 0.15.

Given the inflammatory pain pattern, morning predominance, hip involvement, male sex, and family history, a pretest probability of 35% is defensible (pretest odds ≈ 0.54).

  • Positive: 0.54 × 9 = posterior odds 4.9 → ~83% post-test probability. Decision-changing.
  • Negative: 0.54 × 0.15 = posterior odds 0.08 → ~7% post-test probability. Also decision-changing, in the opposite direction.

That is the signature of a test worth ordering: both results move you substantially, from an intermediate starting point. Note the dependency, though — run that same B27 on unselected back pain with a 2% pretest probability and the PPV falls under 20%. The likelihood ratio is a property of the assay; the usefulness is a property of your clinical reasoning.

And the tests that are neither: CRP and ESR

Worth naming because their prominence in “inflammatory workups” oversells them. CRP is elevated in only 40–50% of axSpA — a normal value carries a likelihood ratio near 1 and excludes essentially nothing. Their value here is prognostic (elevated CRP is one of the strongest predictors of radiographic progression, alongside baseline syndesmophytes and smoking [5]), as a baseline for treatment monitoring and ASDAS scoring, and for flagging infection. Diagnostically, they are close to inert. Order them knowing which job they are doing.

A worked example everyone lived through: the COVID home test

During the pandemic the federal government mailed free rapid antigen tests to any household that asked — well over a billion tests moved through federal programs before distribution wound down and was finally suspended in March 2025 [6]. Today the same tests sit on pharmacy shelves at $10–20 a box, and most people with a cough don’t bother. That shift is the thesis of this essay playing out at national scale — though the arithmetic contains a surprise worth sitting with.

At the Omicron peak, roughly half of symptomatic adults with acute respiratory symptoms actually had COVID: in CDC’s outpatient surveillance network, 56% of symptomatic adults tested positive during Omicron predominance [7]. Rapid antigen tests in symptomatic people carry a pooled sensitivity of about 73% and a specificity of about 99.6% [8]. Per 1,000 symptomatic people at 50% prevalence: 365 true positives against 2 false ones — a positive predictive value near 99.5%. The test was superb, and it was superb because of who was taking it.

Today, the same symptoms in the same person carry perhaps a 10% probability of COVID in a typical week — the rest is rhinovirus, RSV, influenza, and everything else — and closer to 3% in a deep trough between waves. Same assay, same operating characteristics. At 10% prevalence: 73 true positives against about 4 false ones — PPV around 95%. At 3%: PPV around 85%.

Here is where the intuition usually goes wrong, and it is the most instructive moment in this essay. The PPV fell — but nowhere near as far as it did for the ANA in our patient, whose PPV was 4% at low pretest probability. Why the difference? Specificity. The antigen test generates false positives at a rate of about 0.4%; the ANA at a 1:80 cutoff generates them at about 12%. When prevalence drops, a test with a fraction-of-a-percent false-positive rate degrades gracefully, and a test with a double-digit false-positive rate falls off a cliff. Pretest probability sets your ceiling; specificity determines how fast you fall from it. A positive home COVID test today is still probably real. A positive ANA in a patient without connective-tissue-disease features almost never is.

One more property worth internalizing: the sensitivity of a strategy is not the sensitivity of a test. A single antigen test on the first day of symptoms detects only about 60% of infections, but two tests taken 48 hours apart detect over 93% [9] — which is exactly why the FDA recommends repeat testing after a negative result [10]. Operating characteristics belong not just to the assay but to how you deploy it.

So why did universal home testing wind down? Partly for structural reasons that have nothing to do with epidemiology: the public health emergency ended in May 2023 and took the insurer free-test mandate with it, federal distribution stopped, and the tests now cost real money. But the clinical logic tracks the third question of this essay: will the result change what I do next? Under CDC’s unified respiratory-virus guidance, isolation is now symptom-based — stay home until improving and fever-free for 24 hours — regardless of which virus you have [11]. For a healthy, low-risk adult with mild symptoms, a positive test changes little about their own care.

And notice that the answer flips right back for the people in whom question three is still answered yes: anyone eligible for antiviral therapy, where a positive result starts a five-day treatment clock [12]; anyone about to sit down with an immunocompromised relative; healthcare workers and congregate settings, which the relaxed guidance explicitly does not cover. The newer over-the-counter combination flu/COVID tests sharpen the point further — in a high-risk patient, distinguishing influenza from COVID selects between two different antivirals. Same test, same prevalence, opposite recommendation — because the question being asked is different.

We ran a natural experiment on 300 million people, and the lesson was the one Professor Pletcher was teaching in a classroom on Parnassus: the test never changed. Who we gave it to, and what we planned to do with the answer, changed everything.

The three questions that replace the panel

The fix isn’t memorizing which panel goes with which complaint — panels are how we got here. It’s a habit, asked in order, before anything is ordered:

  1. What disease am I testing for? Named and specific, out loud. Not “inflammatory something.” If you can’t name the disease, you can’t choose the test — tests are only interpretable against a named hypothesis.
  2. What is my pretest probability — even crudely? “Under 5%, coin flip, or over 50%” is enough resolution to change behavior. The discipline is committing to a number before the result exists. A probability estimated afterward isn’t an estimate; it’s a rationalization.
  3. Will either result change what I do next? If positive changes nothing and negative changes nothing, the test’s only outputs are cost, noise, and cascade risk.

Run the case through them. Disease: axSpA. Pretest probability: intermediate. Will ANA/RF change the next step? No — the MRI and the referral were indicated regardless of serology. Question three deletes the ANA in about four seconds. It also reveals something sharper: the problem wasn’t only which tests formed the gate. There should have been no gate.

Why good physicians make this error

This is not stupidity. It is a systems failure with a cognitive assist, and you should recognize the ingredients, because they will be your working conditions:

  • Order sets are frozen decisions. Someone decided once that ANA + RF = “rheum labs,” and the EHR has been re-making that decision on autopilot ever since. Every checkbox panel is a colleague from the past overriding your present reasoning — sometimes correctly, and you won’t know which times unless you look.
  • Covering is medicine at low resolution. An unfamiliar chart, an intermediary, a message queue. Pattern-matching to “joint pain → rheum panel” is what cognition produces under those constraints. The antidote isn’t heroic effort; it’s cheap heuristics that survive low resolution — which is what the three questions are.
  • “Baseline” is a thought-terminating word. Nobody argues with a baseline. But a baseline is just a test whose pretest probability nobody bothered to state.

And the sequel matters. When this reasoning was raised — politely, in writing — the physician reviewed the chart and ordered the appropriate labs within two hours. That responsiveness is the trait to emulate. The initial error was ordinary; the rapid update was excellent medicine. If you take a villain from this story, you’ve misread it. The villain is the reflex, and every one of us has it.

The distillation

A test result is not information about the patient. It is information about the patient conditional on why you ordered it.

The test doesn’t know who you ordered it on. You do. The entire interpretive weight of every result you will ever receive rests on the probability you assigned — explicitly, or by default — before you clicked the order.

Assign it explicitly. Every time. Ten seconds, and it is the highest-yield ten seconds in diagnostic medicine.


References

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Clinical details are composite and deidentified. Test characteristics are approximate, vary by assay, cutoff, population, and timing, and are cited to their principal sources above — the arithmetic is illustrative, and the habit is the point.

NYC Captives

Notes from a two-day detour, and a brief field guide to the collapse

By Omar Nabil Metwally, MD

Written and published from a plane with its engines turned off on the runway, and no ETA.


“This is real. I am really here.”

— Gate B33, John F. Kennedy Airport

The Cast

The Bulbul my father. A physician. Dreams of a home by the water.

Mom (Louly) awake since 6am, on the phone since midnight.

Me the son. The reason for the trip.

Siblings the chorus, texting from a safe distance.


Part One

The Detour

In which a family goes to New York for a piece of paper.


I

The Errand

We came to New York for a piece of paper. Military exemption paperwork, to be filed at the Egyptian consulate, in person, because some things still require a body in a room.

The consulate visit was brief and uncomplicated. That is the last sentence in this story that will be either of those things.

II

The Logic of a Physician

Before the consulate visit, I enjoyed kombucha at a cafe across the street. On the back of the can, a founder’s story: an infectious disease physician who met his wife on his way to the West African Ebola outbreak, and who now brews wellness without compromise.

Bulbul: What a wasted career. Kombucha is bland without the spice of pain.

Bulbul didn’t actually speak the above words. I am paraphrasing and synthesizing decades of wisdom that he’s instilled in me. Mom asked if I wanted milk in my cappuccino. Mom has not slept in a long time. Neither have I. It reminds me of how she used to order steak at Red Robin: well done but not too dry, medium well without the pink.

Bulbul says he’s always dreamed of a home by the water. I tell him I want to live in the mountains.

He suggests Tennessee. I ask him why Tennessee. If he’s ever been to Tennessee.

He says no. But I hear it’s gorgeous.

“Where then, if not Tennessee?” he asks. “Arkansas?”

And slowly I began understanding the logic of this man. My father. The logic of a physician.

That’s the thing about doctors. Too naive.

Later, on the way in, Bulbul slipped and called the consulate the pharmacy. He has not slept in a long time. Neither have I. I silently hope he wouldn’t walk inside asking for controlled substances.

III

The Cancellation

Then Delta began its slow work. A delay, and another, and another after that, each one announced with the confidence of a thing that would not happen again. At 2am the flight was cancelled outright. The ground staff had no information, no plan, and no visible theory of what an airline is for.

Mom had a system shutdown with her eyes open, holding the iPhone to her head with one hand, gazing at a crowd of angry Delta passengers trying to grasp what was happening to them.

By morning, Mom and Dad were still trying to find a flight to DTW. I was in a Lyft on the way to JFK.

NYC captives.

In a desperate act of love for one’s child, Mom bought the last ticket to Detroit, sacrificing herself and the Bulbul for their son.

And so they set out on their new life in Chinatown, wondering if they’ll ever see their children again. If anyone will remember.

IV

That’s Your Bed. This Is Mine.

Poor Mom. She was beyond exhausted last night. We had a really sweet Bengali Lyft driver, and Mom fell asleep listening to me talk to her.

The hotel — a nice and expensive SoHo hotel, for the record — is where Mom’s discomfort became obvious. She asked if there are bed bugs here.

The Bulbul asked with sincere concern: “What are you afraid of, rapists?”

And for a moment, I wondered if I should be afraid too. But I was too tired. I simply told the Bulbul, waving at Mom’s bed: “That’s your bed. This is mine.”

Sibling T: “Mom’s worst nightmare.” · Sibling U: “I told her to sleep at my place tonight.” · Me: “I told her the same.”

V

Morning in Chinatown

The Bulbul woke up at 10am, scratched his balls, and went back to sleep. Louly had been awake since 6am and on the phone since midnight.

I walk through vibrant, endlessly fascinating Chinatown — open air markets, tai chi in the park, the sounds, scents, and colors of life — and have coffee at a Vietnamese cafe. Between a Grab bike helmet and condensed milk cans, a hardcover book commands my attention: KIM JONG IL LOOKING AT THINGS. The Supreme Leader in a field of green wheat, generals arranged behind him like a hedge, all of them looking at things.

I flip through it while waiting for my coffee. It seemed like the correct souvenir from a week in which nobody in charge of anything was looking at anything.

Seriously though, Chinatown is endlessly fascinating. The mental stimulation was almost worth the pain.

VI

To the South

And now I am listening to the undulating breaths of the peaceful young Korean man taking me to freedom.

To the south. Where I am free to try, and to fail, and to keep trying.

VII

Gate B33, Terminal 4, John F. Kennedy Airport

This is real. I am really here.

Look closely and you’ll see a young woman with a travel pillow hugging her neck. She is crying. Not tears of sadness or fear — that was hours ago. These are tears of joy and relief.

And just out of view, to my right, is a veiled Arab woman wearing sunglasses and munching potato chips. She has witnessed true hardship in her life. Her family has lost everything, twice, and started over three times. To her, it’s another beautiful day in NYC, and yesterday’s detour an almost imperceptible inconvenience.

The paperwork, by the way, went through without a problem. It was the only institution all week that did what it said it would do, and it belonged to another country.

Part Two

The Failed State

In which the delay turns out not to be about Delta.


VIII

Not Enough Human Workers

For thirty-six hours I believed this was a Delta problem — a private failure, the kind you can be compensated for with a voucher. Then the article came through the chat.

Air traffic controllers had called out sick in unusual numbers. Thunderstorms did the rest. Equipment failed at a few hubs, apparently on principle. The FAA answered with ground stops at eight major Northeast airports, and the Transportation Secretary went on television to advise the nation to brace for more of the same, in the tone of a man reporting the weather rather than the forecast he himself commissioned.

The fix is on the books: 8,900 new controllers, hired by 2028. A promise scheduled to arrive several years after the problem — the national genre, really. In the meantime the system is short a few thousand people and runs on mandatory overtime, six-day weeks, and the private decency of individuals who have been given no other tools.

ATC staffing issue. There’s literally not enough human workers to safely direct air traffic.

That sentence should stop a country cold. It didn’t. It scrolled past between a sports score and an ad.

This is what a failed state looks like in a rich country. Not rubble. Not sirens. A terminal at 2am, fully lit, air-conditioned, staffed by people in uniform who have been instructed to know nothing, while four hundred citizens refresh an app that has also been instructed to know nothing. The infrastructure is immaculate. The thing it was built to do has quietly stopped happening.

They turned the engine off.

IX

The Marinade

By hour six a terminal stops being a place you pass through and becomes a room you live in. The lighting does not dim. The chairs are bolted at a distance calculated to prevent sleep. There is one working outlet for every forty citizens, and the man who found it first is now a landlord.

A gate agent has been issued a script containing four sentences, none of which contain information. A man in a wedding suit is explaining to her that the wedding is his. A woman with three children under six is being told that the hotel voucher system is experiencing high volume. Somewhere a screen updates DELAYED to DELAYED, which is a design achievement nobody has yet been fired for.

Around 1am the tone changes. It is not really a decision anyone makes. A phone gets thrown. Somebody climbs onto the counter to address the crowd, as if the crowd were the problem. A bank of chairs goes over. Four hundred adults who have been standing in a line for nine hours discover that the line was the only thing holding them.

And then the police — who, unlike the airline, are never understaffed. They arrive fast, in numbers, kitted out, radios working, systems online, budget intact. They have no flights either. What they have is authority.

Pepper spray, marinate, simmer down.

It deserves the culinary vocabulary it has earned, because that is precisely the procedure. The crowd is not dispersed; one angry passenger is arrested and made an example of— and then the room is left to rest. Coughing counts as agitation. By 3am it has simmered down to a low, even sorrow that requires no further attention from management, which was always the desired doneness.

Note the division of labor. The country could not find enough people to safely direct airplanes. It found thirty of them in eleven minutes to help the passengers simmer down. This is not incompetence — incompetence is random, and this is not random. This is a budget. Somebody sat in a room and decided which of those two capacities the republic would keep funded, and they were not confused about it, and they were correct about what they would need.

Terminal Braise

Serves 400. Total time: 9 hours, plus resting.

400 travelers Room temperature. Do not let them settle; bolt the seating so it cannot be reclined.
1 cancelled flight Announced at 2am, off-menu, no substitutions.
4 gate agents Deboned of all information. Keep visible — they absorb the heat.
Fluorescent light Full, continuous, no dimmer. Prevents the mixture from setting.
1 outlet per 40 guests For tension. Encourages the crowd to season itself.
Capsaicin, to taste Applied as a fine mist, evenly, without regard to which portions were already tender.
Method Delay. Reduce. Agitate. Season generously. Rest until quiet. Serve at 6am to a connecting flight that has also been cancelled.

X

A Modest Proposal, Aviation Edition

I wondered aloud in the chat what would happen if healthcare workers used this strategy.

The answer, I think, is nothing. Nothing visible. That is precisely the problem, and it is the difference between the two collapses.

When aviation fails, it fails all at once and in public. Eight airports go dark on a map. Cancellations aggregate into a number a news desk can put in a headline. A cabinet secretary must appear on a Sunday program and say a sentence. The failure has a shape, a location, and a spokesman.

When healthcare fails, it fails one person at a time, in private, at a pace slow enough to be mistaken for normal life. Nobody issues a ground stop. There is no board of red CANCELLED beside every name. There is a voicemail about prior authorization. There is a first available appointment in March. There is the 6th bill that arrives twelve months later, itemized in a language invented specifically so that it cannot be disputed. There is a man in a parking lot rationing an injection because the alternative is his daughter’s tuition.

The Bulbul has practiced medicine for decades. He has never once been able to call in sick in a way the country would feel. Nobody would ground a single flight. The delay would simply be distributed — to a waiting room, to a hallway bed, to a phone tree, to the exhausted — which is where it has been distributed the entire time.

The system does not lack a plan. Distributing the failure onto individuals is the plan.

XI

The DIY Healthcare Kit

So the market has done what markets do when a public good stops arriving. It has packaged the absence and sold it back, at retail, with free shipping over $35.

What follows is the standard household kit as currently assembled by roughly everyone I know. Contents may vary by state, by employer, and by whether your father is a physician.

Contents of the Kit

One (1) laminated card Reads: HAVE YOU TRIED DRINKING WATER AND GETTING MORE SLEEP. Doubles as an ice scraper.
Search engine, unlimited For self-diagnosis. Every symptom resolves to either dehydration or something with a five-year survival rate. There is no third result.
Chatbot triage, free tier Twenty messages a day. Endlessly patient, faintly hedging, available at 3am — which is more than can be said for the on-call line, and it does not bill you.
Veterinary-grade supplies Sutures, saline, antibiotics labeled FOR AQUARIUM USE ONLY. The fish are, notably, not asked for a copay.
Prior authorization dice Roll for coverage. On a 1, the medication your physician selected is denied by someone who has not attended medical school and will not be identified.
A friend who is a nurse Not included. Must be sourced independently. Answers texts at all hours, unpaid, and is the actual load-bearing element of this kit.
One (1) GoFundMe template Pre-filled. Optimized for the photograph in which you still look well. A stranger’s pity, priced at a 2.9% processing fee, is now a recognized payer.
Insulin, one vial Financed over thirty-six months. Also available same-day, six hours south, in a country the kit does not name.
Blood pressure cuff, imported Ships from Shenzhen in nine days. The one in the clinic came from the same warehouse. Yours cost less.
A physician father, if available The Bulbul model. Diagnoses by WhatsApp, opinions unlimited, second opinions free, has never billed a member of his own family or, judging by his lifestyle, most of yours.
Meal voucher, $15 Valid only at a terminal restaurant that closed in 2019. Included for continuity with the aviation module.

This kit is not a substitute for medical care. Neither, increasingly, is medical care. Some assembly required; all assembly required; you are the assembly.

XII

Coda, Gate B33

So: a family stranded overnight by an air traffic system that has run out of people, in a country that will hire them in two years, in an airport whose staff were forbidden the dignity of an explanation and whose only fully funded service arrived at 1am with a canister. A woman crying with relief because a plane exists. A woman eating potato chips who has calibrated hardship against an actual war and finds this an almost imperceptible inconvenience. Both of them are right. That is the strangest part.

You can be a captive of a failing system and still be the luckiest person in the terminal. Both things run on the same track. Empire ends the way our flight ended — not with a bang, but with a gate agent who does not have the information, and a crowd that has learned not to ask twice.

And still: to the Midwest. Where I am free to try, and to fail, and to keep trying — which, when the machinery stops, is the entire remaining infrastructure, and which is why we came for the piece of paper in the first place.


The consulate visit was brief and uncomplicated.