ticks!!

So remember how I was not gonna turn into a hypochondriac?
Imaginary rash found today on arm (medical term: erythema imaginarians :) ). So I went to the doc with it, and he told me to take antibiotics just in case. Bc we all hate Lyme disease.

Ha.

And starting tomorrow, I am camping accross the country. (For which I am stoked, despite all those fucking ticks!!).

Not gonna turn into a hypochondriac. Not gonna. Nope. Not me. Nope...

Pinchot trail, PA

Tick country

Summer started by drinking beer the day of my last exam (YAYYYYY for end of first year!!!). I did limit myself to less than 72 beers (which is what I craved) because I had that little marathon to run on Sunday. I followed CPS’ advice (who approved of the beer as long as I had water with it), and I PR’d!!! That CPS is something!

The marathon was fabulous (in Burlington, VT). I stayed with my friend Mike at his parents’ house, where I was extensively pampered by his mom. I think I wanna do more races in Burlington just to hang out with them :)
In all seriousness, the course was fantastic. Trees, lake Champlain, lots of cheering, lots of course support, great weather…the only very horrible thing happened at mile 23 (you couldn’t possibly hit the wall at mile 21 bc there was a steep downhill). On top of having to climb over that wall, there were no people from mile 23 to mile 25.5. And that sucks big time. But I recon that these miles aren’t particularly pleasurable in any marathon…
Mike was running for the March of Dimes and ended up raising a lot of money (he raised the most at this race), so that was awesome. He fed us (the people who gave money for this) as a thank you after the race…or rather, made his mom and bro feed us.

Then, during the week, I’ve been just chilling and getting ready for my next “backpacking across the States” trip. Have a book on Olympic Natl Park. Another on Glacier, and a better atlas. Not that I don’t trust my GPS, but sometimes I guess I like to actually look at a map.
And then last weekend my friend Tony and I went backpacking in Pennsylvania, kicking off my backpacking summer. The hike was somewhat similar to Pacific Northwest hikes in that colors were luscious green, and the forest was thick. It was different in how flat it was, but I had chosen that bc I was camping with a “newbie” (who turns out had less trouble going up the hills with a pack than I did) and bc, let’s face it, a year of med school has not done miracles on my fitness. So I thought I’d start the summer easy. No Walawas, no South Sister, and definitely no Grinell Lake. Still, it was beautiful and peaceful and rewarding…save for the million ticks I found on my body, (ok, make that 4, but after studying all the diseases they carry, it feels like 4 million too many!!!). We learned from another hiker that the ticks that were partying at my skin were not the Lyme disease carrying ones, so that made me somewhat at ease. But then again there are at least another 4 diseases that they carry. And if I remembered my Host Defense better, I’d bet that there are more like 10 that I need to worry about. Oh well. I remember telling myself that I wouldn’t let med school turn me into a hypochondriac nor a germophobe. And I am sticking to it!

Next in the agenda is Rochester-Olympic National Park through Canada. I am STOKED. More later…

0.25

Quarter of the way done, yay!!!

(OK, so maybe not if you think of residency as still being in school, but I had to tell myself when I was re-entering the education system that this was just a 4-year program).

I crammed last night, crammed this morning, took one more of those disheartening, yet not completely heartbreaking tests, and year one of med school was suddenly over.

Today I had lunch with some friends (and yes, beer), will attend a birthday party later on, and tomorrow I am en route to Vermont to run another one of those insanely long runs that darn Joe Henderson has me addicted to. I feel out of shape, but very happy that, despite it all, I am still in shape enough to do it (I think!).

And "despite it all" ought to encompass the cyclic patterns of cramming/beer drinking, the cutting up body parts, the shadowing of doctors, the pediatric physicals, the baby measuring, the liver palpating, the rewards of geriatrics, the despair of geriatrics, the new bike routes, the living in Main st, Rochester (where congregations of police cars happen with somewhat an alarming frequency), the new, precious friendships, and the teratomas (I learned this last night, most disgusting thing I've ever seen so far).

It's sure been a rollercoaster, especially the first few months (until I learned how to memorize shit, which apparently I had been successfully avoiding despite being a professional student). And although I feel almost as ignorant about the science behind medicine as I did last August, at least now I don't feel awkward asking about someone's sexual orientation, habits, drugs, depression, and all that stuff. Everyone seems to pick what they really wanna retain in Med School (the surgeons were uncannily good in Anatomy, for example). I have worked hard in my primary care clinical work, have had a blast with it, and have predictably done better than in any other of my classes. They tell med students that they will change their minds about 10 times about what specialty they want to go into before they actually make a decision. But perhaps 35 year-olds don't change their minds so much. Perhaps we are more aware of whether we're in it for the thrill of the ER, the dollar signs of Dermatology, or the relationship with the patients. For me, the later is obviously the winner, and although I could still change my mind, I am enjoying the ride for the moment, having fun with the art of medicine (versus the science of it, which yes, is interesting, but not quite as thrilling to me).

Gotta get some sleep before the festivities tonite. More later, I have great plans for this summer...

A toddler in medicine

My friend Aisha said some months ago that we were all like toddlers in medicine. That's how clutzy we are still with our tools, our interviewing skills, and our knowledge.

But it hit me cold yesterday how people expect me now to give them advice, be it fake patients or real ones at the doctors’ office. Both cases are un-scary in theory because, in the case of fake patients, they and I know that I really don’t know anything. And at the doctor’s office, the doctor is actually there, or follows me at some point to recheck my work.

Nonetheless this is frigging scary. That I, with my highly defective short term memory (make that short, medium, and long), with my profound ignorance of all things medical, shall give a piece of advice to a patient, just plain freaks me out. I realized this yesterday at the doctor’s office. I’ve been working with a pediatrician, and rather than have me follow her around, she semi-randomly picks 3, 4, or 5 patients and has me do their school physical. This was painfully shocking the first time, like when your dad throws you (you being a toddler) in the pool so you learn to float. Yes, floating is awesome once you figure it out. But struggling for air maybe isn't quite as cool. And that is definitely how I felt. "Sooo...you want me to go in there and ask them about school and nutrition, and check their heart and lungs? Err...right? Their reflexes too?" And panic, panic, panic (as I had had zero warning that I was going in by myself!). My face must have been hilarious. If my doc had more of a sense of humor and a little more than 8 seconds to spare, she might have laughed her ass off. But she didn't, and threw me in the room instead, mumbling something about a form. Turns out that I did check a heart, a pair of lungs, of ears, of eyes, of feet (after laying my patient down), and then I sat her back up to look at her tonsils, and then laid her back down to listen to her tummy, and then I made her walk and then I sat her back down to check her feet pulses and then I gave up and did not lay her back down to palpate her tummy. Yeah. Your doctor makes this look like she's doing 5 things when you get a physical bc she's so smooth and experienced. Get a cluzty first year med student to do it. It will look like the 20 things that she is actually doing, and the thing is that she still will have missed another 10 things that she was supposed to do. But hey, it was my first time in the water. Thankfully, there is a form that I found after I had done all this, and I was able to do a more normal interview, "how's your sleeping, any problems going to the bathroom, any changes at home, do you exercise, what are your mile splits, where did you get that awesome tattoo, oh yeah, do you have any concerns for the doctor today" (accurately implying that I am pretty much useless and all I do is relay the info to the doc). So at the end, I floated, not gracefully, not skillfully, but I did it. And after her throwing me in the water like this so many times, I have kinda gotten used to it. It's sure stressful and, albeit forceful, an extremely good way to learn.

Granted, the school physicals are usually uneventful and if there is anything that needs attention (lungs that snore, golf ball-sized tonsils, babies with fevers and runny noses), I will defer to the doctor. But they still ask me/tell me about their issues, and I still need to be able to hear that snore in that lung, or to note that perhaps the size of that tonsil is somewhat not ordinary. And this is what makes me uncomfortable, because I am still a toddler who knows so very little...

The patients I am least comfortable with are babies, so fragile, their ears so little for me to come in with my otoscope, their heads so mushy still. On Wed, I did the check up of a 4 month old and a 6 month old. The exams turned out to be easy, but talking to the mothers was fairly stressful. They need lots of education/advice, especially if it's their first baby, and I just don't know! Do you introduce one veggie at a time at 6 months? at 9? 30 oz of formula a day? 40? mix it with cereal? Do you introduce fruit at 8 months? Or is it goldfish? pizza? And OMG. What boosters do you need at 6 mo? at 9? at 3? There sure are a zillion vaccinations for their tiny little butts to take.

But I digress. The point is, that despite being a wreck every Wed morning (in anticipation of the afternoon at the clinic), I also have a little bit of fun. Because, after all, that is what I wanna do when I grow up.

Spring break!!

I am back!!
It's been a while, I know. Too much to study, too many miles to run, and well, life.
I've seen lots of patients since I posted last, gone for lots of runs, taken too many tests, drunk too much coffee and stayed up too late, too many nights, studying too many pathways. But today I get to enjoy the exhilarating hiatus of Spring break. Spring break. Med students (first and second years) get a Spring break. Do yall remember that? I had forgotten. What will I do with myself? Yea, I am smiling. What will I do with myself just sounds like an awesome thing to wonder, after not having a moment to spare in the last few weeks. Double workouts? A book a day? A movie a day? A beer a day? Two, THREE beers a day? And to think that in my previous life this was compatible with my occupation...(well, maybe just the workout/beer combo..)
So life is looking good. The sun has been out for the last week or so, and we are in the fifties now. I've run in shorts twice already, and although the weekend is going to be slimy and grey (maybe just to remind me of Oregon), I am really really really happy that the snow is melting. I do need to take my bike out one of these days...or it's going to hurt A LOT in September for the Iroman.

To wrap up the term, I could talk about the amazing (and terribly sad) experiences I've had with my geriatrics patients, I could talk about the night and day contrast between my Biochemistry class and my clinical experiences, or I could even talk some more about nutrition (yawn yawn, I know...).
Instead, I am just going to say that I am very very grateful to be sharing this experience with such an awesome group of people. As things go in med school, I end up spending about 12-14 hours a day with my classmates, more on the week of a test. And most is fun, but some days we have a bad day, and it just so happens that bad days are great to pull people together, and after only seven months in this very cold city, I feel very warm and un-lonely. I can go home and be quiet if I need quietness and silence, but there is certainly always somebody to listen to me rant, tell bad jokes, get coffee, or go for a beer when I need to. And it's only been seven months, and most of these people are more than 10 years younger than me. I certainly was not expecting to make good friends so soon. So yeah. Fifties out. 17 miles tomorrow. Party tonight. Beer. Still miss my friends, but I am very grateful of my new ones, and of life being so generous to me right now.

~e

Hope

This week, I met a patient who made me feel really good about medicine, and about being able to really make a difference. NS is almost 80, and has had problems with his heart for all his life (many of his family members died before turning 50 from heart disease). NS had had a quintuple-bypass surgery, and had lived happily after that for many years. He was a ski instructor, a tennis instructor, an English teacher, a Sunday School teacher...he even retired and went to teach in parts of the world where almost everyone is illiterate (and no, he had surprisingly not heard of Three Cups of Tea!). He is also obviously in love with his "new" wife of 20 years, and simply has a lot going on for him. But a few weeks back, he came in the hospital with shortness of breath, and as he was being tested had a stroke. His doctors gave him TWO DAYS to live.

Tough, right?

He was released from the hospital on a weekend, and somehow he was able to get a hold of his cardiologist. After talking on the phone, the cardiologist drove an hour to NS' house on his day off so they could chat. The next day, NS had surgery. And now it's four weeks later, and he is getting ready to go home.
His cardiologist just knew that he would be able to survive yet another operation on his fragile heart, as he had treated him for years. And thus risks were taken, and NS has now the face of that who has faced death, who has been given a terrible lottery ticket with those bad genes, but who has, at least for once, teased death away. This is my first patient that has come so so so close to it. And I don't think I'll forget the depth of his eyes, so heavy with wisdom.

And that right there is the power of medicine and the difference that one doctor can make. I honestly don't know what did the cardiologist know that the ER docs didn't. I don't care. I just know that thanks to a turn of luck, of right people at the right time, and of using and abusing our healthcare system, NS will live to teach his granddaughter how to ski, to read more books, and to inspire a few more people like me and like his Sunday School students.

So today, despite knowing a lot less about pyruvate carboxylase than I should, and despite missing teaching, I am very happy with my choice. Maybe one of these days I can actually help out. Make a difference on someone, on someones. That, right there, would be cool.

In the meantime, I just completed one of these cycles that go on in 1st year med school (and I just have a feeling this happens everywhere in the country). Test monday. Beers monday. Relaxed week. Today, movie and beer (and OMG have you watched The Single Man? I haven't watched such a good movie in a looooong time!!). Tomorrow, I learn to cross-country ski. And then there will be Monday, 2 weeks from our next test, and I will realize just how little do I know about the 100+ pages that our teachers have covered in lecture. Oh. Well.

~E

PS: Oh. And it's EIGHT Farenheit outside. How is a Spaniard supposed to cope???

More on Dr. Berk

Dr. Berk is coming back as full time CEO of the Medical center. What do you guess that a job like that takes? 50? 60 hours a week? This man is amazing!

http://www.urmc.rochester.edu/news/taubman/?id=2742

AND to continue with depressing stories, my patient yesterday had MS, diagnosed in his early 40's. Severely disabled practically since diagnosis, and acc to Dr. N, without much hope for him to get better (he practically can't walk and even if he could he has absolutely no energy). From lack of activity he is gaining weight. And weight gain and chronic lack of activity make an excellent recipe for shit to happen. So that was another very upsetting day at the Rehab unit. I wonder if I will get callous at some point. I don't know if I want to, though. Will I loose my humanity?

~e