Monday, May 28, 2012

The Past Few Months

It's been a while since I last blogged.  I could easily claim that I've been busy (which I have), but it's just as much my fault for being lazy.  Blogger has changed in this interval time (I kinda like the old version better, lol).  I've seen and learned a lot these past few months in the various rotations I've circulated through.  Each month presented a different slice of medicine.
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Family Medicine
Truthfully, this was easily one of my favorite rotations.  I worked in a clinic with a preceptor, no residents on site, and I got to do a lot.  It was almost like a continuation from outpatient pediatrics the month prior and I loved it.

Family medicine is the "jack of all trades, master of none" field insofar as it sees the full spectrum of ages and patients, and can do a little bit of everything but is unable to narrow down into most sub-specialties (e.g. cardiology, pulmonology, etc).  But you see the bread-and-butter of everyday illnesses and do things like lance boils, freeze warts, do a little physical therapy, and things like that.

But the one thing I most took away from family medicine was my preceptor's outlook on life.  He spent his career nurturing his perfect work-life balance, and it was something he reiterated to me over and over again.  He didn't mind earning a little less money than the other physicians in the practice because the flip side was that he got to spend more time with his family and kids.  It all comes down to priorities.

One life philosophy that was parroted by his son one day is, "Have a good day, or not.  The choice is yours."  And he told that to more patients than I could count that month.
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Pediatric Infectious Diseases
Peds ID was something I was almost certain I would do coming into med school.  My background almost perfectly set me up for it - a year of public health, focus in genetics and molecular biology, interest in HIV/AIDS, etc.

But then something curious happened.  I loved outpatient pediatrics.  I loved family medicine.  I loved pediatric rheumatology.  I could no longer choose or peg myself down for something so narrow as pediatric infectious diseases with a focus in HIV/AIDS.  I found myself wanted to become more general.

That said, I still enjoyed the month.  I got to know my patients in the hospital (they didn't always know me, several of them being babies or else mentally handicapped).  I got to understand the work-up for an infectious etiology.  And every Wednesday at the weekly conference where all the staff physicians in peds ID got together to discuss the treatment plans for all the patients on service, they would all go at each other.  It was one of the most entertaining, and intellectually stimulating, things to sit through.  I was entertained, anyway.
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Perioperative Medicine
Aka, anesthesiology (with bits of trauma and emergency medicine tossed in).  I knew I'd like this rotation.  I liked doing things with my hands and doing small procedures (not surgeries though).  I didn't expect to love it but I did.

In anesthesiology, you put patients to sleep in the OR (operating room), keep them alive throughout the surgery, monitor pain, and wake them up.  Your job is one of the most important jobs because you are directly responsible for someone's life.  You control every aspect of their physiology - their breathing, their heart rate, their muscles (via paralysis), and their consciousness.  My resident asked me, "Who is in the best position to kill the patient?  The surgeon?  No, it's us, the anesthesiologist.  Without us the patient can't breathe.  And if we make a mistake with a medication, the patient may never wake up."

There was a sense of immediate gratification and power in anesthesiology.  I got to put in several peripheral IVs (didn't miss a single one I'm proud to say).  I really liked putting in IVs . . . I got to monitor and chart the patient's course in the OR.  I got to breathe for patients.  I attempted to intubate a few (intubation is quite difficult for me, grrr).  I got to help prep and push drugs that slowed a person's heart rate down when it got too high, or boost a person's blood pressure when it dipped too low, or reinforce paralysis when a person began to twitch in the middle of surgery (always under the direct watchful eye of a physician, of course).
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Obstetrics/Gynecology
I . . . didn't really like ob/gyn. I mean, it was okay.  Not as brutal as surgery.  I just don't think I could stand women and pregnant women all day.  The vast majority of the residents are women as well!  That said, I did like participating in vaginal deliveries.  Got to catch a couple babies too!  They're just as slippery as you'd imagine.

The one thing I REALLY disliked about ob/gyn is that you spend almost zero time with the baby once it's out of the womb.  You hand the baby off to the nurse or the neonatologist and don't bat an eye at it again.  I found myself lingering more at the baby's side than the mom's.  Yeah . . . it's a sign.  Babies are so cute (even right after they're born and are all slimy and malformed-looking)!!

One other thing - you don't truly appreciate blood loss until this rotation.  In surgery you think you've seen someone bleed during surgery.  Just wait until a birth or better yet, a C-section.  A woman is expected to lose one liter of blood during that procedure - one liter!  The vast majority of women do just fine afterwards though, because their bodies have spent the better part of up to 9 months prepping for that loss.  Still though . . .
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Neurology/Psychiatry
Well I just finished neurology and will be starting psychiatry tomorrow.  Neurology was okay.  I was on an awesome team with great residents and good attendings who taught quite a bit.  But I saw a very small slice of neurology as I was on the neurovascular (aka, stroke) team.

We saw many patients with strokes or suspected strokes.  The neurological deficits are interesting to see when they're there.  What's nice to know is that most people recover and do just fine after a relatively small stroke.  It's the large ones that really take out half your body that're devastating.  There were a few devastating strokes on our service in our short time there.

So public service announcement: exercise some, eat healthy, take your blood pressure/high cholesterol medication if you need them, do not smoke.  A stroke is a scary thing to have happen to you, especially when you're young (less than 65 years old).  There are a lot of things we can do to reduce that risk.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

A Sudden Farewell

At around 10pm on May 1st, one of my closest friends committed suicide.

I learned that fact from his older brother on Facebook.  There were and are no words that adequately describe my shock.  There are so many questions left unanswered.  What warning signs there were (if any) were subtle.  But this much I do know.

My friend, who had a promising career in directing/acting, went to Los Angeles in December to seek career opportunities and to "find himself."  From piecing together snippets of conversations from several of his friends, his brother was able to figure out that his mental state had begun to decline.  While in isolation each of the conversations he had with people were nothing out of the ordinary, together they may have foreshadowed this event.  In fact, even earlier on May 1st he had lengthy and rather ordinary conversations with people, including his brother.  Such is the curse of hindsight.

I have promised his brother not to say much more, at least not until after the funeral.  I have an unfinished document sitting on my laptop that I had meant to send him - a document that he will never be able to receive.  We didn't talk too much these days, because of our very busy schedules and the distances that separated us.  But he was a friend I had known practically my entire life.

My last memory of him was at his brother's wedding back in September.  Although it has been months and I wasn't able to talk to him and say another goodbye, it was good seeing him back then and he shall remain in my good memories.

Farewell, my friend.  You will be missed.