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Fitness, Health, & Relationships

February 6, 2012 by Leave a Comment

A few years ago I heard of husbands (or fiances) requiring of their brides(-to-be) a contractual agreement to maintain their figure throughout their marriage. I laughed. Ridiculous, I thought to myself. Even as a male who accepts that males are visual creatures, I thought this to be a very shallow and superficial thing to ask of someone you love.

I won’t pretend to know what the motivation was behind those requirements. If they were solely for physical appearances, then I’m still in disagreement with them.

But almost 2 years after I’ve started regularly seeing patients (even as a medical student), I wonder if that sort of requirement is a bad thing. But before you call for the firewood and stake, hear me out.

Preventable medical diseases make up more than half of the medical problems plaguing this country. And in the short time I have been on the wards, I have watched as patients and their families suffered because they did not take care of themselves. Pain and suffering because people didn’t prioritize a healthy lifestyle — for whatever reason. Perhaps they just didn’t know any better. Perhaps they just didn’t prioritize it. Perhaps they just didn’t think about it.

One thing I have said to classmates is that being in the hospital and caring for our senior citizens has got me terrified about growing old. It is true that we only see the sickest, and that those that take care of themselves are able to avoid many of the outcomes/conditions that freak me out. Nevertheless, I see how bad it gets when one doesn’t take care of one’s self. I see it in the end-stages.

I am not advocating maintaining a figure solely for aesthetic purposes. That is just a plus. I am for being healthy. A couple weeks ago, I decided that for this coming new year I wanted to commit to radically changing my diet and exercise habits. I reasoned that starting in July, I will be seeing my own patients. And I cannot sit there trying to convince patients to eat healthy and exercise regularly if I am not willing to do the same.

And so, I have been reading more about nutrition. I am hoping to plan out menus for myself because I realize that diet is crucial to the picture of health.

But I recently thought to myself that the best gift I could give to a wife, children, or anyone else I love, is myself. I owe it to them to hang around for as long as I can.

They say that men need to feel like they are providing for their family. What is more important than providing yourself and your time? I almost feel like it’d be irresponsible of me to start a family if I wasn’t doing everything I can do stick around for as long as possible.

And so I’m not looking at this from a vanity standpoint. I’m looking at this from a health standpoint. Because I’ve seen and watched what the end-points of preventable diseases can look like. And THAT scares me.

Perhaps the requirement to keep a figure is a wrong thing. Perhaps, though, the motivation behind the requirement is what should be scrutinized.

So here’s to a new year. To a radical change. To a healthier year.

I partly write this here so that I will be accountable. They say that is what happens when you share your goals with others.

I also write this because it’s always fun to do things with company.

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Tears

February 5, 2012 by Leave a Comment

I used to say that I am immune to tears. I grew up with a baby sister. I saw many tears. And admittedly, some were caused by me.

But I have realized that I am not as immune to them as I thought.

I am only immune to some of them. The kind that are manipulative. You know the kind. The kind that flows like a never-ending river when a child is not getting his or her way. The ones that go along with the sad, puppy-dog eyes that beg for you to give in. These kinds of tears I can handle. I can laugh at them because I will not be manipulated like that. I refuse.

But then there are the other kinds of tears. The tears that flow due to deep, heart-breaking pain. I realized this for the first time when I stood in a patient’s room. The patient lay in the bed, sedated by medications. The attending stood in front of me, trying to explain the circumstances to the family members.

I remember seeing the tears. I also remember hearing the guttural, almost-primal screams of agony and despair. The words they cried out weren’t even in English. But pain needs to translating. Theirs was a pain borne from unexpected outcome. The patient had been discharged home just days before. That night I had worked on the admission and, with the help a translator, been able to communicate with the patient. But over the course of 10 hours the patient had deteriorated and pain and anguish was what was left in the room.

I physically removed myself from the room. I had seen sad situations many times before but this one got to me. I could feel my eyes start to water. My throat got tight. The air was thick and heavy. I needed to take a few breaths.

I used to say that I am immune to tears. I cannot anymore.

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How Do You Like Loma Linda?

January 16, 2012 by 2 Comments

How do you like Loma Linda?

Over the course of this interview season, this is a question that I have been asked numerous times. The person asking me really doesn’t care whether or not I like the city of Loma Linda. The implied question is whether or not I like Loma Linda University School of Medicine. The question is one that has been asked by fellow interviewees. It’s not unusual. While waiting in a room full of interviewees, conversation usually starts out with asking each other what school one is from. This question is usually followed by a “how do you like it there?” question. Invariably, the answer is positive — or at least neutral.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard an applicant say they didn’t like the school they came from. And for some reason, I somehow doubt that anyone would admit to disliking their soon-to-be alma mater — at least not while on the interview trail.

So how do I like Loma Linda? I like it very much. I think medical schools are more similar than different. We learn the same material. We take the same national exams. Sure, each institution offers their twist on how the material is presented, but the material is the same.

One thing that is different here is Loma Linda’s emphasis on Whole-Person Care. The curriculum is designed to not only emphasize the physical pathophysiology, but to also highlight aspects of spiritual care as well. I feel like I have been encouraged to go beyond the diagnosis — to treat the patient and not just the disease.

I have accepted that I attend a medical school whose name does not carry the weight of an ivy league establishment. I have become accustomed to puzzled looks when I say that I go to Loma Linda University. Many people outside the area have never heard of this place. Saying I attend a medical school in Southern California usually gets guesses of UCLA or USC. But once in a while I do come across people who have heard about Loma Linda.

On a recent interview, a program director in another state noted my educational pedigree. Glendale Adventist Academy for high school. Walla Walla College (now Walla Walla University) for my bachelor’s degree. Loma Linda University for medical school. “You must be a Seventh-day Adventist,” he said to me. He continued, “we like students from Loma Linda. Do you realize that your ethics curriculum is more extensive than most other schools?”

On another interview a resident asked me what school I came from. When he heard I was from Loma Linda he said that it was plus for me since the program liked Loma Linda students — they’re usually a really nice group of people.

It was nice to go outside of the this insulated, geographical area where everyone knows of Loma Linda University and hear other opinions of my home institution from people who have no incentive to say anything nice about it. Or maybe it was just a little bit of validation that I appreciated hearing.

So how do I like Loma Linda? Evidently, I like it very much.

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Since I started medical school, I get the occasional item in the mail that looks like this — a letter addressing me as Dr. W. The front of the envelop usually says Jeff W. M.D. above my address.

It always amused me. I suppose you could say it tickled me.

I felt the same way when I saw this today.

And then I realized that after labor day weekend next year, I will have earned those two initials.

I know I’ve made a similar statement a couple of times in recent months. But it’s only because the whole idea is still surreal to me. It hasn’t sunken in yet.

On Thursday I will be taking USMLE Step 2 CS, one of the many exams we need to take in order to get a medical license and DEA number (we need to pass USMLE Step 1, Step 2 CK, Step2 CS, and Step 3).

Sometimes I feel like I’m barreling towards the finish line. At other times I feel like I’m plodding along at a snail’s pace. Regardless of my perception, I’m moving steadily towards May 27 — scared and excited all at once.

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7 Weeks

December 11, 2011 by Leave a Comment

This week I am beginning my three weeks of Christmas vacation. Following those three weeks I have scheduled 4 weeks of vacation time. All in all, that’s 7 straight weeks off.

Upon hearing about my schedule, many residents have sighed and said, “Oh, the life of a 4th year. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

It won’t be all fun and games, though. This first week I’ll be studying for Step 2 CS and taking the exam on Thursday. The following couple weeks I’ll be finishing up my interviews. But then I will have a few weeks off at the end. I’m still not sure what I’ll be doing. There has been some talk about the possibility of going to Korea. My sister is leaving for Korea in about 1 week. She’ll be teaching English there for 4 months. She would like me to come visit. Well, I’d like to go visit too.

But I’ve also considered other travel alternatives. The others are all cheaper than a trans-Pacific flight. One option would be a road trip. I considered just driving east and just going for a week without any planned agenda. I considered flying out to the east coast and just wandering around for a while. I also considered trying to talk my parents into letting me use a week of their time share somewhere — perhaps I’ll go to Hawaii again.

Obviously my mind is all over the place.

We’ll see, though.

Whatever I end up doing, you better believe I’ll be posting about it!

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Veterinarians and Pediatricians (and Pediatric ER Physicians too)

December 4, 2011 by 1 Comment

I’ve always thought that veterinarians have it tough. They see patients who cannot communicate. Their patients don’t speak or complain of symptoms. So veterinarians have to go by what owners have observed and by the physical exam for most of their data.

It’s kind of like a pediatrician or even a Pediatric ER physician. Little kids might not be able to complain. And when they do, they may be very vague, unable to give a good description of what they are feeling.

I recently worked a Pediatric ER shift where I saw a 4 year old patient who was transferred from another facility. The other hospital wanted us to rule out appendicitis because the patient had abdominal pain and a CT scan that was equivocal.

I went in to see this little patient who appeared to be lying comfortably in the gurney watching the TV hanging on the wall. The patient, who I’ll call Joe, didn’t seem to be in pain. So I asked his parents what the problem was. It turns out that Joe had been vomiting — up to 10 times over night — and that was why he was brought in to the ED. I asked if Joe was communicative at home. His parents told me he was.

Was Joe a child who would normally complain of pain like a stomach ache? Yes, they told me. Did Joe ever complain that his stomach was hurting? No, he didn’t.

At this point appendicitis was getting knocked down lower on my differential (list of possible diagnoses). I proceeded to sit down next to Joe and say hello. He stared back at me. I told him I was going to just take a look at his stomach and started to pull back the hospital sheet that was covering his belly.

Almost immediately he pulled it back. Apparently, this kid liked his stomach covered up. I pulled back a little and pressed on his stomach. He started crying. I tried to observe how he was crying — to see if he was just being fussy or if it was really painful. I started pressing on the left side and worked my way to the right lower area of his abdomen (where appendicitis typically presents with pain) and tried to see if his crying intensified as I neared that spot.

I finally gave up and let him cover up his stomach. But I tried one more time. This time, I pressed on his stomach through the sheet. This time Joe did not cry. I was able to press fairly deep all over his stomach without eliciting any cries of pain.

That pretty much did it for me. And, after more discussion with the parents about Joe’s symptoms at home prior to coming in to the hospital, I concluded that appendicitis was not likely in this little patient.

In the adult world, most patients are able to communicate. Sure, I’ve had adults who were unable to communicate with me, but the proportion of patients who can’t communicate is much, much less. I don’t plan on going into pediatrics or emergency medicine. But I can appreciate how difficult it can be at times. And I am thankful that there are people who choose to do it.

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Why I Can’t Do Emergency Medicine

November 29, 2011 by 2 Comments

I can’t do Emergency Medicine. I do not like the environment of the ED. I don’t feel comfortable there. It has nothing to do with the people who work there. It has everything to do with the system. Allow me to explain.

There are many great things about Emergency Medicine. For one, I love the shift work. It must be awesome to leave the office and never have to carry a pager or be on call. When you’re on, you’re on. And when you’re off, you’re off. The salary is also an overall plus for those considering it. I mention just a few of the positives of EM to make the point that there are things I do like about it.

But the reason I can’t go into EM is the system and how it is (poorly) designed. I realize that my impression of the system is based on my experiences while rotating as a medical student through local hospitals that include a level 1 trauma center and a county medical center. So the picture I have is probably not representative of all hospital EDs. But I hope to stay in the area. I would like to stay in academic medicine. So I think my sample size fits.

While rotating through medicine and surgery I would often be sent to the ED to admit a patient. While going looking for my patient, I’d have to walk through hallways and aisles lined by chairs and gurneys filled with patients watching my every move. They watched because they hoped that my eyes would meet thesis and that I would stop. I hated that feeling. I wanted to stop an help them. But I couldn’t. I had no idea what they were there for. And they weren’t someone I was asked to see.

Perhaps this is just a small thing. But to me it was huge.

The second reason I can’t see myself going into EM is that there are just so many non-emergencies. The system of healthcare we have leads to so many people coming into the emergency departments due to complaints that should be dealt with in the primary care setting — or even the urgent care setting. I can only imagine that I’d be frustrated dealing with this on a daily basis.

It may not be much. Some may see this and minimize my reasons saying that they are silly. But in the end, they are the reasons that pushed me away from emergency medicine. And it’s a personal process everyone must go through for themselves.

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