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  • Murder for Medicine

    What with Halloween mere days away, I thought it would be fun to dig up a little more horror history in the medical world. If you recall, In medical ghosties and ghoulies, I talked about the medical basis of the vampire and werewolf myths.

    But it's not always the fictional monsters that can be the scariest. Before 1832 there were not enough cadavers legitimately available for the study and teaching of anatomy in medical schools. The university of Edinburgh in scotland was renowned for sciences, as a result of the fact that they had access to the only legal supply of cadavers at the time, which came from executed criminals.

    Of course, with law reform being what it was in the early 19th century, the number of executable offenses had begun to drop, thus lessening the supply of cadavers to only about 2 or 3 corpses per year for the entire university. As a means of comparison, my medical school offered up roughly 1 cadaver for every 6 people, all of which graciously donated their bodies to science.

    This sudden demand (WONT SOMEBODY THINK OF THE MED STUDENTS!) attracted criminal elements who were willing to obtain "specimens" by any means. They came to be called resurrectionests, or body snatchers

    Two of the more famous were burke and hare, low class gentleman who happened to bring a deceased tenant from their lodging house to a local surgeon for cash instead of burying him. This proved so profitable that burke and hare proceeded to kill off several other tenants, inventing or at least popularizing their method so much it later led to the rise of the word "burking" meaning to purposefully smother and compress the chest of a victim

    This carried on for 17 more deaths until the two were finally found out when Knox, the surgeon buying the bodies and his students recognized one of the victims. It can be summed up in this jaunty little song
    The ultimate result was the passage of the anatomy act of 1832, which expanded the venues from which med schools could obtain cadavers to unclaimed bodies, or allowed donation by the next of kin if in exchange for a decent burial

    So the moral of the story is, too many murders for medicine in the past is the reason people are allowed to donate their body to science today!

    Happy Halloween!

    -on a side note, please check out my new food related blog, Chef M.D., located at http://chef-md.blogspot.com/

  • 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

  • Good News and Bad News

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    Sometimes I ask myself, "is there anything, that someone, somewhere WONT put into their ass"

    And thankfully for comedians everywhere, the answer is always a firm resounding NO.

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  • 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?

  • Facepalm patients

    An orca fat patient (BMI 40) came in for diabetes and sleep apnea. As part of the social history, she mentioned she loves disney, especially the little mermaid. During which the following song would not leave my head (to the tune of part of your world)

    Look at my fat
    Isn't it neat?
    Wouldn't you think my belly's complete?
    And wouldn't you think I'm the blob, the blob who ate...
    Everything?

    Look at my rolls, how many's untold?
    How much jelly can one belly hold?
    Lookin' around here you'd think
    Sure
    She's eaten, everything

    *(yes, inner me is horribly insensitive. often outer me too in non professional settings: deal with it)
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    Then 18 year old male patient who could, perhaps, be a bit more worldly
    Dr J: Have you had any unusual discharge from the penis, or any burning when you urinate?
    Pt: "I have a white discharge, but only when I'm excited."

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    and from one of my nursing friends...

    Gentleman comes into ER with 3y/o child w/ c/o fever. i go into the room to do a rectal temp. father pulls down the pull-up and i go to it. the child screams "no, not in the butt!!" the father replies " yeah, you and your mother both" ...

  • Malpractice Makes Perfect
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    Had a 28 year old patient who refused to take his antibiotics because they made him nauseous. I offered nausea medication, he said no dice. I argued with him for a full 5 minutes and then just gave it a mental "fuck it." i have better things to do than argue with people who dont want my help. Like selling spinal fluid to inner city kids


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    Then had another patient who refuses to get xrays because she has had "too many" this year and "the radiation is going to give me cancer, i saw it on the news". Reason for the xray: to stage her (currently benign and operable) cancer

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    It's been a frustrating night and it's still only beginning. Just 2 more weeks til wards, I keep reminding myself, just 2 more weeks.

  • 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

  • Metamorphosis

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    My first month of Night Float is almost done (I think, timekeeping is a little tricky with my sleep schedule) and It has been an eye-opening experience to say the least. Residency is three years for a reason and I hardly expect to become proficient in medicine only 2 months in.

    That aside, I have occasional sensations of stepping outside myself and seeing how far I have come in only 2 months. Certain facts have come back to me instantly from med school, and I can create a differential and plan for conditions like dark stool or chest pain almost immediately, while things as obvious as back pain or shortness of breath leave me drawing a blank.

    Its as though after years of seeing all the information in medical school, I was blinded and am learning to walk again in fits and starts, sure of my stride here, hesitantly stepping there and hoping that I dont walk into a bus while I wait to regain my vision.

    Even as recently as my first night ago, I remember handing out pain med orders like pez because I honestly couldnt assess if the patient actually needed them or not. Tonigh has been just the opposite-my jerk side is in full swing and despite prodding from the nurses and whining from some of the patients I will not prescribe opioids simply because you ask for them. Doubly so if no history and physical is available on the patient its being requested for. My job is to handle crises as they arise and while it is unfortunate and uncomfortable that people are suffering, people are unlikely to die from not receiving morphone for their pain.

    Certain decisions have become easier, and I am beginning to develop an idea of how to screen which patients require visitation, which calls are wasting my time, and which people are trying to pass the buck to me because I sit on the bottom of the totem pole.

    My metamorphosis has begun, and it simply remains to be seen what will emerge at the end.

    "Confusion never stops
    Closing walls and ticking clocks
    Gonna come back and take you home
    I could not stop what you now know
    Singing: Come out upon my seas
    Curse missed opportunities
    Am I a part of the cure
    Or am I part of the disease?"

  • Why Not Zoidberg