Another Step Taken

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Step 1: check.

Step 2 CK: check.

Check off each step taken towards my medical license.  Hopefully I passed Step 2 CK, but I won't definitively know for almost a month.  Blah.  I shudder to think about retaking that 9-hour long test (not to mention how much it costs!).  With some luck, I did markedly better on Step 2 CK than on Step 1 last year.

Steps left to go: Step 2 CS and Step 3.  After that, it's just the re-certification exams every 10 years to be board certified.  Yay.  Endless testing.  -_-

But for the moment, I have a short window of freedom (and a short vacation coming up!).  So I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts.  Alas I also have to work on ERAS applications for residency programs.

Oddly Chaotic

M4 year has been oddly chaotic.  Where to even begin?

1.  I finished my peds sub-I last month.  The last week and a half were awesome and really renewed my desire to pursue peds.  While on night float it was just me, a senior resident, the nurses, and the attending physician that I rarely saw or talked to.  I liked the smaller team structure and I enjoyed interacting more closely with the nurses and got the opportunity to know all the patients on the service a bit better.  I also became really efficient literally overnight and that efficiency carried over when I returned to the day shift.  Unfortunately I'm still worried that my comparatively poor performance the first 3 weeks caused irreparable damage to my grade and comments, which could pose an issue later when I interview for residency programs.

2.  I'm taking USMLE Step 2 CK at the end of this month.  I'm so not ready!!  I keep hearing that most people do better on Step 2 CK than on Step 1, and I desperately hope that's true because I didn't do nearly as well on Step 1 as I had expected.  :-/  Must study study study!!!

3.  I'm working on my ERAS application to pediatric residency programs.  I'm partway through but I honestly expected to be mostly done by now.  I just haven't had the energy to dedicate sufficient time towards it.  There's so many little things to do and complete!  And I have to really do some introspection into what kinds of programs are a good fit for me.  Ugh.

4.  I have to touch base with all my writers for letters of recommendation.  In addition I need a letter from the Chair of Pediatrics.  Fortunately, in an oddly deus ex machina fashion, that bit worked out far better than I could've dreamed.  So now I'm just waiting for one letter writer to get back to me as to when he can meet with me to finalize things.

5.  I went out on a date with this guy a couple weeks back (he considered it a date, I thought we were just hanging out having brunch - clearly I suck at such things).  He's about my age, is a good conversationalist, is witty.  We've been flirting a little bit back and forth via the app we first chatted on (he has limited texts, so I avoid texting him too much).  Hopefully there may be more?

6.  Last month I visited a friend in a city about an hour west of me.  It was a lot of fun.  I also ended up (unintentionally?) jacking him off . . . while his boyfriend was out of town.  Oops.

So yeah.  Oddly chaotic beginning to what's supposed to be the best year of medical school.  But these first few months are death.

Hardest Month . . .

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M3 year has flown by.  Sometimes I still can't believe I an M4 now and on my pediatrics sub-internship.  This is by far my most difficult month of med school yet, more so than even surgery.  I literally act as a functional intern on one of the pediatrics ward teams, except all my orders have to be verified by my senior resident.

There are rewarding moments.  There are moments and areas that I feel I shine at.  But all that is overshadowed by this constant anxious feeling that I'm not doing enough, or not doing things the right way, or not thinking fast enough.  It's terrifying.  Being the one responsible for a child's care in the hospital is daunting.  It's not that I don't basically know what to do, it's that I'm unable to instantly anticipate all possible (worst) outcomes and prepare for it.

I'm able to prioritize tasks fairly easily, to do what needs to be done, but I can't prioritize my thoughts as quickly when someone asks me a question or I'm asked to present a patient.  The information is there, but it's not organized the way I (later) type it up and it's unfiltered because I just ramble all the information - pertinent and non-pertinent.  I don't know why I'm getting flustered and blanking.

I'm now 2 weeks in to the rotation, about half-way done.  And I feel like I haven't significantly improved despite working my ass off.  Today was the worst day.  I showed up and was instantly handed 5 patients I didn't know, didn't have sufficient time to read through their chart, and on top of that I was the one admitting a new patient and had to do her whole work-up.  I was a mess and constantly second-guessing everything I said the whole day after that.  It took me way longer to catch up than it should.

Words can't express how defeated I feel right now.  How stupid I feel.  How slow I feel.  How not cut out for this I feel.  Maybe I should consider switching fields.  This was not how I expected to start M4 year, and definitely not how I expected this month to go.

When the Courts Intervene

These days the news are filled with stories of various laws, bills, and practices brought before the Courts system.  It must be difficult to be a judge, to sit in a position of logic when so many of the arguments brought forth are ones of emotion.  And when it may at first appear that the Courts overstep their boundaries, the reaction can be explosive.

In Germany, a curious ruling was made by a Cologne court: German Ruling Against Circumcising Boys Draws Criticism.  Of course Jews and Muslims are up in arms over this, believing the court overstepped its jurisdiction and invaded religious space.  The court basically ruled (paraphrased) that the child has the fundamental right to bodily integrity and must be able to consent to the procedure if it's not done for medically indicated reasons.  It sounds logical enough.

Now the vast majority of circumcisions are done in infancy or early childhood, when the child cannot of course consent.  By Jewish tradition it happens on the 8th day of life.  Muslim tradition, as I understand it, varies a bit - it could be in infancy or all the way in adolescence (when the child would be able to consent).

So the argument come back, does the child's fundamental right to bodily integrity trump the parents' rights to parent?  To dictate the child's religion?  This is a gray zone, to be sure, and I'm not sure why male circumcision gets such a pass (from a logical standpoint).  Courts have ruled previously that a parent may not tattoo their child.  Courts have ruled that female circumcision (aka female genital cutting/mutilation or FGM) is illegal.  Are those necessarily drastically different?  Tattooing inflicts a permanent mark on the child, but doesn't remove any part of his/her body.  Female circumcision exists on a spectrum - the most "benign" being a simple prick to draw blood from the clitoral hood (or removal of the clitoral hood) to practices way more extreme.

One medical body considered allowing physicians to perform the most benign on the FGM spectrum (pricking the clitoral hood to draw a few drops of blood, symbolically of female circumcision) to assuage parents who come from a culture that practices that, and to ensure they don't take their baby girls to a practitioner who'd do something way more extreme.  That consideration was met with a furious backlash and promptly retracted.  But we're allowed to do more than that to baby boys.  I mean, really now?

For the purposes of this post I'm ignoring the potential medical benefits/risks of male circumcision because the research on that waffles all the time, and whatever potential medical benefits that may be gained are easily achieved with other means (e.g. using a condom, good hygiene, etc).  But these procedures, because they are surgical in nature, do come with very real risks.  In an old Jewish tradition (fortunately not practiced by most - I think - Jews these days), the mohel sucks the blood away from the circumcision wound with his mouth.  This is obviously not sanitary and is against all medical standards.  How 11 New York City Babies Contracted Herpes Through Circumcision.  That's one of the complications of that particular practice.  Now in normal healthy older children and adults, herpes is annoying but nothing more really.  In babies, because their immune systems are next to none, a herpes infection can be deadly.

And when public health officials try to intervene to limit/stop these practices, religious backlash is again furious as they claim they can self-regulate.  Clearly not always.  Circumcision, as my ob/gyn attending once said, has a "narrow therapeutic window."  It's not a difficult procedure to perform, but when you mess up, you mess up big time and you can destroy that kid's life.  That's not a burden I'd like to carry.

If at this point you may think I'm bashing religion, I assure you I'm not.  But when a religion requires modification to a person's body, particularly to a person who cannot consent, there are at least standards that must be met.  I'm in full support of medical/public health/legal bodies regulating such practices to ensure minimal harm.  The Cologne court in Germany may have gone too far, but the issue they bring up is valid: does the parents' rights trump the child's right to bodily integrity?  What if the child grew up and wish he (or she) wasn't circumcised?  What consolation is there then?

On my ob/gyn rotation I met a young first-time mother who asked me, as she was in the last stages of labor, whether her son would get circumcised right after birth.  I tried my best to mask my shock.  I said that the baby must first be observed for at least 12+ hours to ensure he's healthy enough.  I told her if she wished it to be done, it'd happen the following morning.  She asked me again if it'd be done right after he was born.  I reiterated myself.  Her friend suggested she could just leave him uncircumcised, that there's nothing wrong with that - I agreed and said most of the world's men are uncircumcised and the vast majority of them have no health problems because of it.  She considered this for a full 3 seconds before asking me that question again.  I changed the topic, exchanged some polite words, and left.  This mother, in my opinion, shouldn't have had the right to make that snap decision for her son without full consideration of the potential risks/benefits.

Thoughts?  Should logic rule over emotion and tradition?  Did that German court go too far, or simply conform to laws regarding other somewhat similar practices?  Whose rights should respected first?

Here's one last article, food for thought: Circumcision's Deadly Fault Line: Rationality vs. the Metzitzah B'Peh.

Ending with the Crazies

Ya know, I could say how I've been busy and whatnot.  But that'd be a lie this time.  I've just been lazy.  The year has been winding down for some time and I just couldn't be bothered, lol.  And as it is, I end the year with the crazies (aka, psychiatry).

It actually wasn't a bad rotation.  Spent 2 weeks on child/adolescent psych, 1 week on eating disorders, and 1 week on adult psych.  As the director of the place told us several times, "Most of these patients ain't dumb, they ain't crazy, they just have had crazy things happen in their lives and couldn't handle it, and that's why they're here."  On about day 3 I realized how true his words rang.

The vast majority of psychiatric patients I saw aren't crazy.  Most of them aren't schizophrenic, they don't hear voices other people don't hear, they don't see things other people don't see, they aren't foaming at the mouth or anything (that said, the couple of schizophrenics who weren't taking their medications really were sometimes kinda scary crazy).  Most of the people I saw actually had mood disorders - anxiety, depression, irritability, etc.

The best way I can describe most patients' situations is that crazy things happen in their lives - a kid is witness to domestic violence or is abused (verbally, physically, emotionally, and/or sexually), a teen feels out of control when her parents divorce and start restricting her eating, an adult couldn't handle the pain from multiple surgeries and turns to drugs - and their minds just can't take it.  Something inside breaks and they snap.  These people try to resolve things and find an outlet for the trauma of their minds and find themselves repeatedly bashing their heads against a proverbial wall.

And when they're at their lowest, when there's not much further down to go, they come to us at an inpatient psychiatric hospital.  Here we control the environment, take the responsibility out of their hands for a time, talk to them, counsel them, prescribe medications.  And these medications often work (it may take some fiddling around to find the right drug and dose for the right person, but it works out more often than not).  They kind of reset the imbalance in the brain and allow people to think clearer, calmer, and more rationally.  They smooth out the edges of emotions so one doesn't soar as high or dip as low.

Mental health.  It's a real thing.  Sometimes all one needs is some counseling, and sometimes it requires medication.  In that regard, it's not really any different than diabetes or hypertension.

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Oh yeah, I'm 3/4 of an MD now!  :-D  Unfortunately the other aspects of my life have been less interesting than the things I witness when I'm in the hospital.  Still a few things here and there worth blogging about in posts to come.

Oh yeah, PPACA (aka, Obamacare) survived the Supreme Court ruling.  Thoughts?  Also for another post, lol.

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.

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.