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  • When a plan comes together

    I am surprised at how much fun it is to have med students around, more confused than I am, making me feel like I’m a genius, or at least that I’m a doctor. Hey, after five months I know things! I know the abbreviations people use! I know what’s probably serious and what’s probably not! I know when to call a rapid response! I

    I try and sit down and teach the med student when i can, even if its only for 5 minutes. I remember being a med student. I remember how awesome it was when the interns and residents helped me out like that, and it definetly influenced my decision to pick internal as a field. So I’m trying to be a good intern and help them feel not so lost. I’m actually starting to figure out what I’m doing and getting comfortable. It’s probably some of each.

    My one complaint would be that is is kind of hard to make friends in the program. Mostly because there is no communal downtime. Everyone is on a different rotation, in a different part of the hospital or even a different hospital, and we never actually have a chance to get to know each other. In med school you have classes, you have lunch, you have extracurricular activities.

    Not to mention there isn’t a lot of “not at work” time that people have in common and can make plans. My day off might not be your day off, my early night is probably your on-call night, you’re on days and I’m on nights… so even if I wanted to make plans with someone, it’s almost impossible. But bit by bit the five minute conversations add up. I just have to try harder to motivate people to go out, I suppose

    Outside of medicine, I will be performing stand up comedy again in the next couple weeks at a relatively well know LA comedy club. Anyone in the area should swing by and check it out

  • Epiphany

    While on my way to noon conference today one of the med students stopped me and asked me how I liked the program. I told him truthfully, I was very happy with it. Then he asked if there was anything I didnt like about my residency program.

    And I had to stop and think about it. I remember not so long ago when I was in the exact same position on the interview trail, questioning every resident I could find about hidden flaws, what the program directors werent telling you. It was almost cute to be so interrogated.

    So I wanted to give him an honest answer. I thought long and hard, and at the end of it, I honestly couldnt come up with anything. There are certainly things I dont think are perfect, but they are the same things I would be complaining about in any program. As things go I have it pretty good. No overnight call, a q6-7 call schedule on wards, great coworkers, attendings who are enthusiastic about teaching, a prompt and efficient ancillary staff, the list goes on. Nothing overtly bad or unpleasant really came to mind.

    I told him so, and then I smiled to myself. It was nice to rrealize that I picked the right program for me.

    After all, the man who is truly happy is the one who smiles when there is no one else around to see

  • Things that keep me sane

    Residency is hard work. There’s a lot to keep track of, whether it is patient care issues, studying for licensing exams, or just wondering about my overall performance and what the other residents/interns think of me. Am I the intern that has the horrible notes? or the one who everyone is glad to have on their team? I know the medication i need to prescribe, but what is the proper dosage and why does everyone but me know it? WHY DOES THE PAGER KEEP GOING OFF?

    So with the minute little stresses throughout the day, it’s important to find ways to keep myself grounded in reality. Or at least my reality. So what helps me get through those stressful days?

     

    –Taking the stairs from the 6th to 7th floor and pausing to look at the hollywood sign through the glass wall

    –shouting “wheee” and throwing my hands up as i enter the steep highway ramp on my way home from work

    –wandering the halls of the hospital humming whitesnake when nobody’s looking (and journey when they are)

    –checking off boxes on my to do list for patients

     

    what helps keep YOU sane?

  • I’d Tap That!

    I have been neglecting those of you who still come here, I know. I also know that this meta-regretting is a typical way for me to start posts lately. So by way of brief apology, let me just say I do miss those of you who i have virtual conversations with, and I will make more of an effort to at least comment, if not post more on my own.

    That said, I finally began service on the wards today! Yes, my 2 months of night float are over, and now I am back to a more classical residency block…admitting patients, rounding on them, and treating them until they get better, get transferred, or get dead. Ideally less of the latter.

    Now I am a fairly proactive person, so when the resident was handing out patient assignments I volunteered for the liver patient. Liver patients tend to be complicated, as since the liver metabolizes most drugs and produced the majority of clotting factors and proteins, pts with defunct livers have a ridiculous amount of things they cannot be prescribed or have to be monitored closely to prevent multitudinous complications.

    One of these complications is known as Ascites. It is basically a fluid buildup in the abdomen due to loss of proteins by the liver. But while i could get technical all day, lets consult Dr Google for a picture, shall we?

    The main way to treat an ascites that has gotten this bad is to drain it. That’s right, just stick a needle in and deflate the belly by draining all the liquid into vacumn sealed liter bottles. Did I mention the yellowish ascitic fluid can occasionally be reminiscent of beer

    That’s right, my first day on wards and i was setting up my own microbrewery!

    So cheers to my first completed procedure of the year! Anyone want a stella?

  • The most disgusting thing you will read today

    This weeks contestants for most disturbing patient story:

    1)The 45 year old lady with a gc/chlamydia infection in her stoma. For you laypeople, have you ever heard of a colostomy? If not, that is when the surgeons repurpose your intestinal tract so you can poop out your stomach. The stoma is the opening created for this function. Unless of course, you and your husband happen to be kinky-then it’s a brand new opening for intercourse! Also, std’s

    Winning Quote: “It’s like anal, but through your bellybutton”

    2) The 32 year old female with a vaginal infection who was offered antibiotics. Until her boyfriend stepped in and asked (no I am not making this up, please stop reading here, I mean it, you have only yourself to blame)

    Winning Quote: “Actually, can you not give drugs? I kind of like the taste”

    3) The 50 year old naked homeless man who comes in complaining of chest pain to get a warm bed and hot meal, and also has scabies. Well, one of the things he has is scabies based on the trademark sign of burrows on his hands. There is also a couple fungal infections, and oh yeah the bugs which are now crawling over the blankets which I cant even identify.

    Winning Quote: “I still have those?”

    I will be so happy when night float is over

  • Transition

    The egypt/jordan vacation is over now, and it is time to return this blog to its regularly scheduled programming, at least for a little while. To ease you back into the transition, I have interspersed my thoughts with another newly interning medical blogger, anondoc. He tends to be a bit more cynical than I, but like all interns right now, we are all going through the same worries and thought processes
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    marriedtothesea.comI have been an acutal honest to goodness doctor for just about a month now. I havent had much to post about it because the way my schedule works out, I am on a research elective for my first block, which means I only see patients once a week during my continuity clinic, or when I am pulled for backup call. Even so, it is a strange feeling to realize that I actually AM the doctor now. 
    You would think it wouldn’t be much of a transition from medical student to intern, but I have to admit it’s a lot more different than I realized. For the first time, you’re actually on the hook for knowing things. You’re the one who has to be the expert on the patient– you’re not just the observer. And when the attending says the patient needs this test or that test, this medication, that dosage– you’re the one who’s going to have to implement it. 
    It used to be so easy– you just listen and nod, and if you tuned out for a second, it didn’t matter. Now I’m actually the one who has to do this stuff. It’s stressful. More than I thought it would be. At the same time, it’s so weird that now when I’m introducing myself as a doctor, the patients really do sit up and listen. Twice they asked how to spell my name, so they could write it down– so they could refer to me later. As in, “Doctor so-and-so said I should take that pill.” As if I know anything! 


    My first patient ever came into clinic with what is probably allergic rhinits, or maybe new onset asthma. And she told me what she had tried and what hadnt worked and asked me what she should do next.

    And it’s not like I can say, “oh, wow, it’s my first day as a doctor– ever! In fact, right after this, I’m going to go on the Internet and google your symptoms, just so I make sure I am thinking the right things– and then I’m going to look back at my textbooks from medical school so I have some clue about it and don’t sound like an idiot! 

    On a extra night shift I did, I was paged for a patient who had an arrythmia on her telemetry monitor. The nurse is asking me what I want done, and I want to tell her, I have no clue…I dont know this patient, I am just covering the night shift, I barely even know how to read an EKG correctly. But I put on my best “doctor voice” and tell her I will go up to the floor and asses the patient myself.

    And I check the patients chart so I dont go in totally uninformed…and the patient has had irregular heartbeats for a long time, and is DNR, and old, and really the only way to fix the problem is with a pacemaker which will never be given due to being old and DNR, so basically I have to go in and listen to the patients heart and tell her the plan is to do absolutely nothing…

    If patients knew how little I know as an intern… if they knew how little most of us know…. It’s really scary how much faith people put in doctors. It’s scary how much they assume we know everything and we’re going to fix them. Truth is, most of the time, even the best doctor is faking it to some extent, and doesn’t know a whole lot. We can look things up, and see what the accepted course of treatment is… but if you have something complicated, we have no idea how your body is really going to respond, and why one person heals and one person doesn’t, why one person lives and one person dies. We’re trying our best (most of us), but we just don’t know a lot.


    I walk in and the entire family of the patient is there, all looking to me (ME??!!) for answers I dont have, and couldnt possibly give. So I basically just explain to them what her heartbeat is, and that because of that heartbeat we cant give any drugs or surgeries, so right now we just wait.


    And they actually accept that. I am stupefied. I spent 5 minutes telling them we will do nothing, and they thanked me for it. I walked back to my workstation, expecting to be repaged by the nurse any minute to go back to the room and actually DO something, like I just used my white coat as a shield to fake my way out of anything. But it never happened.

    I wonder how long it will be before I can stop walking into patients rooms and thinking to myself “DONT CODE DONT DONT CODE DONT CODE DONT CODE”

    But at the same time, despite all my ignorance, my doubts, my insecurities, my abject mind numbing terror, there is no place I would rather be.