Whaddup? So it's been a while since I've done this.. be inspired and subsequently sit down and write/type. The two things haven't really lined up recently.
So family medicine was fun. Somewhere between knee injections, shoulder injection, flu shots and a once in a lifetime urethral swab/torture... I found it quite enjoyable but not for me. What would be difficult is the paperwork, pain control and managing patients. When you think of medicine, at least for me, you think of healing, curing ... intervening in a disease process. With adult patients , you catch them somewhere in their disease process, most likely toward the chronic...preventing organ failure stage. Don't get me wrong, the long term relationship with the patients is really cool because every time you see them, it's not so much history gathering and trying to put the picture together.. it's more treating the acute problem and chatting about life.
So now I'm on pediatrics which I was really looking forward to. After two weeks, I'm back to being optimistic but it took some effort. You see, it's different being on pediatrics because you don't get nearly as much contact with your attendings. The bulk of the time is spent in this conference room without windows working on patients whether it be following labs, doing discharges, admitting, writing notes, etc. That can be really tiresome because I'm someone who likes to move about and see people but pediatrics especially with our residents is kind of a paradox. They tend to treat us like kids , making sure we ask to go get breakfast or coffee and always seem to want to keep on an eye on us to the point of us sitting in the room for hours doing very little. On the other hand, we also do a whole lot more. We're writing orders during rounds and doing discharges and admissions ... all we need is a signature but all in all it's really neat.. because now we can adjust oxygens, make and adjust medications and just ask our residents to sign off..... also the nurses and other residents will talk to us directly concerning the patients we're assigned to.
I mean my patients are really my patients. If they need something, I can write for it, get it signed. I can follow up on labs and operative reports .. I also check in on them throughout the day, checking my asthmatics making sure they are satting well. So all in all, it's been a good experience, having the responsibilities of an intern minus the ability to sign for my orders and scripts. The hours are ridiculous, I worked 110 hours from Monday to Monday... most of my days are 11 hour days but the great thing is that I'm on inpatient till Christmas then when I get back , no call, no weekends, good hours. Next week oughta be good :call Monday, Thursday, Saturday = another 105+ hr week.... oh... Peds how you steal my life away ... but after that I'm on PICU (pediatric intensive care.. i'm looking forward to that.... it'll mix my interest in critical care with pediatrics)
A few things that's been on my mind:
I'm really happy to be a Muslim. It's hard to appreciate but there's something to be said about praying in synchrony, saying Amen in synchrony with the rest of your brothers and sisters during prayers and today was especially unique in that we had both an Eid prayer and our Friday congregational on the same day.
Another thing to comment on, don't underestimate the value of great friends. i am really blessed in the friends that I have. I feel like each of my friends add their own unique spice/flavor in the casserole that is my life.
Regarding the girl situation, nothing to comment really. It's one of those, good things come to those who wait.... sometimes it's really hard to not want the good that seems so close... though...
All in all... Life is Good and wouldn't have it any other way....
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Pain
Pain
2 a : usu. localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also : a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching), and typically leading to evasive action b : acute mental or emotional distress or suffering : grief
(from Merriam-Webster online)
For me, pain has to be one of the most frustrating aspects of going in to the medical field. It seems that everyone happens to know off hand when their Lortab is due for a refill or has some allergy to codeine and every other narcotic except oxy or lortab. How do you manage a patient with pain?
When I was on palliative medicine, we didn't concern ourselves with addiction or DEA stuff. We manage the pain, we make sure our patients our comfortable at the end of their lives. It seems so simple, so straightforward. We take an oath to do no harm and comfort measures fulfills this, yes.
But what about the guy who says he can't spend time with his family, that his pain is 10/10 but yet I can take his shoes off without him flinching. Later my attending asks what I noticed about his shirt? He was drenched in sweat. I also noticed the dilated pupils and the tremor... the man was more than likely having withdrawals...
How about the lady who explains that she can't work because she's in so much pain and because she can't work, she can't get money to pay for physical rehab that might attenuate her pain. She claims she has a family history of arthritis and that "everyone" takes Lortab.
"Do no harm"
How about when we can't avoid harming our patients?
Just the other day, I was "recruited" to do a urethral swab on a patient who wished to be checked for STDs. Everyone could hear him moan and OH OH and OWWWWW and EFFF in the hall as I attempted to get the best possible specimen I could.
Then there's emotional pain, the pain of loss:
My very first trauma case involved a child that was run over by a parent accidentally. The child was without substantial brain function on arrival. At one point, the team wanted to allow the father an opportunity to see his child, say goodbye. The whole team looked on as they saw a father ask his child to pull through to come back to him. The look of sadness on each of our faces, the ache in our hearts was one sort of pain. The pain of looking at your lifeless child on a trauma bay stretcher was another.
But yet we, we being future doctors, are trained to suppress emotions and to act in the face of uncertainty. I read about this study a year or two back:
http://www.news-medical.net/news/2007/09/27/30497.aspx
"Without some regulatory mechanism, it is very likely that medical practioners would experience personal distress and anxiety that would interfere with their ability to heal,” the researchers write."
So as a student doctor, doctor in training, medical student, how do I cope with these issue of mortality. Well, principally there's God. For many of my peers and myself, the concept of mortality and the peace we must seek with the fact that we can't prevent all outcomes is rooted in our spirituality.
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
Mother Teresa
2 a : usu. localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also : a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching), and typically leading to evasive action b : acute mental or emotional distress or suffering : grief
(from Merriam-Webster online)
For me, pain has to be one of the most frustrating aspects of going in to the medical field. It seems that everyone happens to know off hand when their Lortab is due for a refill or has some allergy to codeine and every other narcotic except oxy or lortab. How do you manage a patient with pain?
When I was on palliative medicine, we didn't concern ourselves with addiction or DEA stuff. We manage the pain, we make sure our patients our comfortable at the end of their lives. It seems so simple, so straightforward. We take an oath to do no harm and comfort measures fulfills this, yes.
But what about the guy who says he can't spend time with his family, that his pain is 10/10 but yet I can take his shoes off without him flinching. Later my attending asks what I noticed about his shirt? He was drenched in sweat. I also noticed the dilated pupils and the tremor... the man was more than likely having withdrawals...
How about the lady who explains that she can't work because she's in so much pain and because she can't work, she can't get money to pay for physical rehab that might attenuate her pain. She claims she has a family history of arthritis and that "everyone" takes Lortab.
"Do no harm"
How about when we can't avoid harming our patients?
Just the other day, I was "recruited" to do a urethral swab on a patient who wished to be checked for STDs. Everyone could hear him moan and OH OH and OWWWWW and EFFF in the hall as I attempted to get the best possible specimen I could.
Then there's emotional pain, the pain of loss:
My very first trauma case involved a child that was run over by a parent accidentally. The child was without substantial brain function on arrival. At one point, the team wanted to allow the father an opportunity to see his child, say goodbye. The whole team looked on as they saw a father ask his child to pull through to come back to him. The look of sadness on each of our faces, the ache in our hearts was one sort of pain. The pain of looking at your lifeless child on a trauma bay stretcher was another.
But yet we, we being future doctors, are trained to suppress emotions and to act in the face of uncertainty. I read about this study a year or two back:
http://www.news-medical.net/news/2007/09/27/30497.aspx
"Without some regulatory mechanism, it is very likely that medical practioners would experience personal distress and anxiety that would interfere with their ability to heal,” the researchers write."
So as a student doctor, doctor in training, medical student, how do I cope with these issue of mortality. Well, principally there's God. For many of my peers and myself, the concept of mortality and the peace we must seek with the fact that we can't prevent all outcomes is rooted in our spirituality.
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
Mother Teresa
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
rosary
the man in nine
with his rosary
clung to life
alone , was he
words we spoke,
not for him
but for us;
his time grows thin
death isn't clear
like red and green
the man in the bed
somewhere between
here we are
there he lay
the end of his time on earth
might be today
This week which isn't over quite yet but deserves and early entry, has been the most interesting and different week. It's still part of family med, which I've learned can be quite the model of inefficiency and prolongation but the palliative and transitions team is something special and unique. They are the doctors, NPs, PAs, nurses and all staff who help care for those people who are nearing death and their family/friends. they are among the most humble people and really there is not other way to approach it. here, medical professionals admit medicine has failed and that a patient will likely get worse or pass or remain in some kind of poor state. here, we rationalize and plead with families to consider code statuses and try to prepare them for the end, or perhaps the beginning, death.
My first day, I quip was the day I donned a black robe and scythe. For one reason or another, 5 patients passed on the team I was on. Just that morning, I went with the NP to go and try to have the family consider changing code status and help them help their loved one. Something divine occured as a code was called for a man who I can only describe as being totally intractable to pressors , very hypotensive. I remained in the room in the code and was told to glove up for compressions and before I could rotate in, death was pronounced at 1023a, monday morning. It was the first time that I saw someone pass , in front of me and somewhat dramatically. Sure , I've been in traumas where someone has passed but on that service, it's almost like the actual passing occurs outside the sight and interest of the the team. Here, death is very much part of your day. Then as that family was consoled, there was a weaning of a vent in another room with a man with cancer history and he passed shortly. A very different, accepting family had said their goodbyes and allowed us to do his final examination. To actually appreciate that this man has no pulse, no heartbeat, no respirations, no response to pain... and only has agonal gasps.. really is humbling....
Yesterday wasn't as eventful which is both good and bad. In medicine, uneventful might equal a slow long day but it also means people are living. This again.. can launch a whole conversation on "living". I would venture to argue , to say.. that not a whole lot of people are "living" very well in the hospital. It really is a bad place for a lot of people. Today, I prayed with the Palliative team for a lady whose family was changing her code status to DNR and basic comfort measure. Per the family, I learned of a charming wizened lady who was in her yard , planting trees only days ago and was highly independent. It's not unusual to see your own family members in these families and to feel close to them. Again, at one point the family laughed at the idea that I would get hit by the door as they awaited another brother and then we held hands minutes later.
I suppose I've learned that not everything can be fixed, contrary to what a surgeon might tell you.. haha. Healthcare workers are mortals but we also can work in concert with God's will... it's unique to be on the Palliative team....
-Robert
with his rosary
clung to life
alone , was he
words we spoke,
not for him
but for us;
his time grows thin
death isn't clear
like red and green
the man in the bed
somewhere between
here we are
there he lay
the end of his time on earth
might be today
This week which isn't over quite yet but deserves and early entry, has been the most interesting and different week. It's still part of family med, which I've learned can be quite the model of inefficiency and prolongation but the palliative and transitions team is something special and unique. They are the doctors, NPs, PAs, nurses and all staff who help care for those people who are nearing death and their family/friends. they are among the most humble people and really there is not other way to approach it. here, medical professionals admit medicine has failed and that a patient will likely get worse or pass or remain in some kind of poor state. here, we rationalize and plead with families to consider code statuses and try to prepare them for the end, or perhaps the beginning, death.
My first day, I quip was the day I donned a black robe and scythe. For one reason or another, 5 patients passed on the team I was on. Just that morning, I went with the NP to go and try to have the family consider changing code status and help them help their loved one. Something divine occured as a code was called for a man who I can only describe as being totally intractable to pressors , very hypotensive. I remained in the room in the code and was told to glove up for compressions and before I could rotate in, death was pronounced at 1023a, monday morning. It was the first time that I saw someone pass , in front of me and somewhat dramatically. Sure , I've been in traumas where someone has passed but on that service, it's almost like the actual passing occurs outside the sight and interest of the the team. Here, death is very much part of your day. Then as that family was consoled, there was a weaning of a vent in another room with a man with cancer history and he passed shortly. A very different, accepting family had said their goodbyes and allowed us to do his final examination. To actually appreciate that this man has no pulse, no heartbeat, no respirations, no response to pain... and only has agonal gasps.. really is humbling....
Yesterday wasn't as eventful which is both good and bad. In medicine, uneventful might equal a slow long day but it also means people are living. This again.. can launch a whole conversation on "living". I would venture to argue , to say.. that not a whole lot of people are "living" very well in the hospital. It really is a bad place for a lot of people. Today, I prayed with the Palliative team for a lady whose family was changing her code status to DNR and basic comfort measure. Per the family, I learned of a charming wizened lady who was in her yard , planting trees only days ago and was highly independent. It's not unusual to see your own family members in these families and to feel close to them. Again, at one point the family laughed at the idea that I would get hit by the door as they awaited another brother and then we held hands minutes later.
I suppose I've learned that not everything can be fixed, contrary to what a surgeon might tell you.. haha. Healthcare workers are mortals but we also can work in concert with God's will... it's unique to be on the Palliative team....
-Robert
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Family Med Week 2
So week 2 of family medicine started out super lame. I mean, we can't write notes and I don't know.. my partner Matt said it well "Family Medicine In Service is like the bastard child of internal medicine". It's just odd because family medicine basically admits and takes care of anyone who has some relationship with family medicine.
So that means we take care of chest pain, whatever pain, pancreatitis, psych issues, etc. The thing is , I feel like we are the epitome of inefficiency and I guess alot of that comes from coming of a surgical team. It doesn't help that sometimes the team gets kind of giggly. I'll just say this much, our head resident/chief is this really cute Indian girl but sometimes she just gets all giggly and I just..have a hard time taking that seriously
Night call was all right. It was my first time partnering it up. Matt and I each took an admission and then we helped our resident. She let us peace out at 1130p.. so I got 5-6 hours of sleep but call beds are remarkably stiff and horrible for sleeping.
Things that I saw that were interesting.. a lady with a possible C1-INH deficiency .. so weird.
Umm.. a pretty good week. My weekend has been great so far. I actually got up from morning prayers, today, Saturday which doesn't happen often. Then my pops and I got some coffee and then went to go help clean up a Masjid that we go to.
It's weird, that supposedly religious people neglect the most basic aspects of cleanliness. We spent time cleaning up all kinds of trash and packing up wood and whatnot. Then we washed out all these dirty pots that were stinking to high heaven. I mean, a masjid is a House of God, not just the inside but the outside as well. This isn't the first time my Dad and I did this kind of work only to have people come by, Muslims that is, look and walk away or comment on the good work and walk away. I mean.. why is it that people view this work as being below them.
A good weekend. My cocky surgery attitude is wearing off and being replaced by corny, lovable me.. this was bolused by seeing Forrest Gump, one of my all time favorite movies.
So that means we take care of chest pain, whatever pain, pancreatitis, psych issues, etc. The thing is , I feel like we are the epitome of inefficiency and I guess alot of that comes from coming of a surgical team. It doesn't help that sometimes the team gets kind of giggly. I'll just say this much, our head resident/chief is this really cute Indian girl but sometimes she just gets all giggly and I just..have a hard time taking that seriously
Night call was all right. It was my first time partnering it up. Matt and I each took an admission and then we helped our resident. She let us peace out at 1130p.. so I got 5-6 hours of sleep but call beds are remarkably stiff and horrible for sleeping.
Things that I saw that were interesting.. a lady with a possible C1-INH deficiency .. so weird.
Umm.. a pretty good week. My weekend has been great so far. I actually got up from morning prayers, today, Saturday which doesn't happen often. Then my pops and I got some coffee and then went to go help clean up a Masjid that we go to.
It's weird, that supposedly religious people neglect the most basic aspects of cleanliness. We spent time cleaning up all kinds of trash and packing up wood and whatnot. Then we washed out all these dirty pots that were stinking to high heaven. I mean, a masjid is a House of God, not just the inside but the outside as well. This isn't the first time my Dad and I did this kind of work only to have people come by, Muslims that is, look and walk away or comment on the good work and walk away. I mean.. why is it that people view this work as being below them.
A good weekend. My cocky surgery attitude is wearing off and being replaced by corny, lovable me.. this was bolused by seeing Forrest Gump, one of my all time favorite movies.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Family Medicine and Surgery regrets
So my first week of family medicine was kinda lame as beans.
I mean how many lectures do I have to sit through, and do they not think 3hrs is a long , painful lecture? There are quite a few studies showing retention of a lecture after x amount of time....
We actually had such a long break in family medicine, that I went over with a friend to help out in the surgery clinic b/c the students on surgery were doing orientation and they needed some help. That was alot of fun.
But the thing is, it's easy to be jaded or a little critical. Surgery is very .. busy.. get there early, round, hit the OR up, floor duties.. just go go go and when you're not busy.. you're reading or just recovering.
Family is just a different pace. I begin my inpatient duties next week so I'm looking forward to that.. seeing patients again and being part of the hospital. That's the other thing, the hospital was home base in surgery and family has their own clinic and building so you feel kind of outcasted.
But we do some unique, cool stuff. We did a substance abuse workshop where we had "patients" where we counseled them on substance abuse.. Turns out they were all active AA members who had real life stories. It was an amazing experience to hear their stories and learn what is effective for substance abuse counseling.
The thing about choosing your future field as a doctor is that there are questions you have to ask yourself. Will this offer me the lifestyle I want? Will I be as enthusiastic about this 15-20yrs down the line? Will I kick ass at it, will I be the best I can be and do right by my patients?
While I think it'd be crazy to be a trauma surgeon, I can't imagine getting up early or spending time in the OR day in , day out or being limited to seeing my patients in 10 minutes spurts spread over 5-7 hours because of all the little things that come up during the course of the day. I need to see my patients, I love explaining things to them and I thrive off that. The anesthetized patient .. well... they're dead to me ( literally, figuratively)
I guess I've learned alot about friends and love and stuff like that. It's one of those cathartic weeks. Also, with all this time off and breaks, you get to thinking. So here are some observations and random ones too:
Friends are friends for life, if they're not.. they're not really friends in the truest sense of the word. Time and space can't break a friendship. Your friends will always remind you of the good in you and keep you honest about the bad.
Love the person that loves you first. This is counterintuitive but makes sense. Not everyone can love you like you love them. They just can't.
Work hard , it's what the world needs and it always makes a difference.
Enjoy everyone around you. Don't miss an opportunity to talk to someone new or someone old.
Working out feels great.. except when your butt hurts from those glute exercises.
90s, best music ever.. hands down.. amazing replayability
Everybody likes a rap song with a heavy beat and heavy laden with innuendos
Every important relationship and most things that are important are simple.. complexity is unhealthy.
Girls are smart, and smarter than we think.. and often.. smarter than they let on... realize this. Stick to the ones that stick with you.. and be skeptical of the rest..
Guys are straightforward and simple.. some.. mainly girls, would call this dumb. Inferences and lack of clarity = mystery = we don't really get it.
God made sisters to keep their brothers honest. They always want the best for their brothers but are also the ones to correct them and to tell them which girls to avoid.
We're not all born with the ability to sense or feel out others.. so if you have a friend who can.. always consult them.. haha
...more to come...
I mean how many lectures do I have to sit through, and do they not think 3hrs is a long , painful lecture? There are quite a few studies showing retention of a lecture after x amount of time....
We actually had such a long break in family medicine, that I went over with a friend to help out in the surgery clinic b/c the students on surgery were doing orientation and they needed some help. That was alot of fun.
But the thing is, it's easy to be jaded or a little critical. Surgery is very .. busy.. get there early, round, hit the OR up, floor duties.. just go go go and when you're not busy.. you're reading or just recovering.
Family is just a different pace. I begin my inpatient duties next week so I'm looking forward to that.. seeing patients again and being part of the hospital. That's the other thing, the hospital was home base in surgery and family has their own clinic and building so you feel kind of outcasted.
But we do some unique, cool stuff. We did a substance abuse workshop where we had "patients" where we counseled them on substance abuse.. Turns out they were all active AA members who had real life stories. It was an amazing experience to hear their stories and learn what is effective for substance abuse counseling.
The thing about choosing your future field as a doctor is that there are questions you have to ask yourself. Will this offer me the lifestyle I want? Will I be as enthusiastic about this 15-20yrs down the line? Will I kick ass at it, will I be the best I can be and do right by my patients?
While I think it'd be crazy to be a trauma surgeon, I can't imagine getting up early or spending time in the OR day in , day out or being limited to seeing my patients in 10 minutes spurts spread over 5-7 hours because of all the little things that come up during the course of the day. I need to see my patients, I love explaining things to them and I thrive off that. The anesthetized patient .. well... they're dead to me ( literally, figuratively)
I guess I've learned alot about friends and love and stuff like that. It's one of those cathartic weeks. Also, with all this time off and breaks, you get to thinking. So here are some observations and random ones too:
Friends are friends for life, if they're not.. they're not really friends in the truest sense of the word. Time and space can't break a friendship. Your friends will always remind you of the good in you and keep you honest about the bad.
Love the person that loves you first. This is counterintuitive but makes sense. Not everyone can love you like you love them. They just can't.
Work hard , it's what the world needs and it always makes a difference.
Enjoy everyone around you. Don't miss an opportunity to talk to someone new or someone old.
Working out feels great.. except when your butt hurts from those glute exercises.
90s, best music ever.. hands down.. amazing replayability
Everybody likes a rap song with a heavy beat and heavy laden with innuendos
Every important relationship and most things that are important are simple.. complexity is unhealthy.
Girls are smart, and smarter than we think.. and often.. smarter than they let on... realize this. Stick to the ones that stick with you.. and be skeptical of the rest..
Guys are straightforward and simple.. some.. mainly girls, would call this dumb. Inferences and lack of clarity = mystery = we don't really get it.
God made sisters to keep their brothers honest. They always want the best for their brothers but are also the ones to correct them and to tell them which girls to avoid.
We're not all born with the ability to sense or feel out others.. so if you have a friend who can.. always consult them.. haha
...more to come...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Last Week of Surgery, some regret
So this week, I only had two days of surgery. Two days left on the trauma team. Two days of introducing myself as Robert, the medical student on your surgical team.
A few weeks ago, I would've said: no way, surgery is not an option. they're all pretentious asses who couldn't care less about their patients and would slice and dice to solve any problem.
This definitely is not the case. I have learned to appreciate surgery and the surgical approach especially when it comes to trauma. See, trauma is both simple and complicated. A patient comes in with any number of abrasions, breaks, bleeds, etc but the approach is very simple. ABC that Jazz: Airway, Breathing, Circulation --> disability, extremities....
Monday wasn't too crazy , few things here and there. I got to see a Swan-Ganz catheter placed , that was actually pretty cool since they are putting them in less and less and the whole placement is based on the pressure waves that are generated as you advance the catheter through the atrium, into the ventricle and then the PA and hopefully wedges nicely into a pulmonary capillary.
Tuesday was my last day, all I came in to do was round on my patients. I actually spent some time explaining an IVC filter to a patient and really connecting with her. One thing that's hard to do is appreciate that feeling that perhaps a patient doesn't know what all is going on and I sensed this, and I had a breakthrough. Mrs. "Smith" has a few questions and then she started asking me about my schooling and telling me about her family, it was a great way to end my surgical clerkship.
Wednesday we had our oral exam, I'm happy to say that I rocked out the Trauma cases. Our orals consists of three different docs giving us a variety of cases to work thought and do next step/management type questions. The resident doing trauma wasn't really able to stump me, gave me a "very good."
Thursday, I went and visited the 9th floor, kind of a farewell to the 9th floor nurse, a farewell in my last day as a member of the trauma team.
Farewell Surgery , perhaps you'll see me on a Trauma elective. You have the coolest docs and residents...
A few weeks ago, I would've said: no way, surgery is not an option. they're all pretentious asses who couldn't care less about their patients and would slice and dice to solve any problem.
This definitely is not the case. I have learned to appreciate surgery and the surgical approach especially when it comes to trauma. See, trauma is both simple and complicated. A patient comes in with any number of abrasions, breaks, bleeds, etc but the approach is very simple. ABC that Jazz: Airway, Breathing, Circulation --> disability, extremities....
Monday wasn't too crazy , few things here and there. I got to see a Swan-Ganz catheter placed , that was actually pretty cool since they are putting them in less and less and the whole placement is based on the pressure waves that are generated as you advance the catheter through the atrium, into the ventricle and then the PA and hopefully wedges nicely into a pulmonary capillary.
Tuesday was my last day, all I came in to do was round on my patients. I actually spent some time explaining an IVC filter to a patient and really connecting with her. One thing that's hard to do is appreciate that feeling that perhaps a patient doesn't know what all is going on and I sensed this, and I had a breakthrough. Mrs. "Smith" has a few questions and then she started asking me about my schooling and telling me about her family, it was a great way to end my surgical clerkship.
Wednesday we had our oral exam, I'm happy to say that I rocked out the Trauma cases. Our orals consists of three different docs giving us a variety of cases to work thought and do next step/management type questions. The resident doing trauma wasn't really able to stump me, gave me a "very good."
Thursday, I went and visited the 9th floor, kind of a farewell to the 9th floor nurse, a farewell in my last day as a member of the trauma team.
Farewell Surgery , perhaps you'll see me on a Trauma elective. You have the coolest docs and residents...
Friday, September 11, 2009
Surgery Week 7, Begin TRAUMA TEAM
So my last two weeks of surgery and I end with Trauma Team. This is interesting because my team happens to be the very people I took most of my night call with. Recall, Night Call/Float is the surgery team that covers everything surgical from consults to trauma codes to floor duties .
First things, first our attending is this bad-ass doctor who goes by his initials. For the sake of anonymity , I'll say it sounds like B.A. which he pretty much is. This guy is one of those pointers. The point to a nurse and say, yo, what's up... I mean... he's an older guy.. i don't know 50s and balding but his white coat says Trauma/Critical Care .. and his coffee smells amazing.This is what he drinks: http://us.myflavia.com/home/index.jsp
His only downside, he's easily distracted or gets sucked into some side conversation. There wasn't one day where rounds didn't take more than 2-3 hrs. The problem is , Trauma team can't continuously round because if a code gets called or an operation needs to be done or chest tubes/lines placed... then things get hairy.
Let's talk about rounding. This is the first time I've rounded with a full team (Me, Intern, 2nd year Resident, 4th year Resident, NP, and PA Student sometimes AND B.A.) on every patient and trauma has a bunch of patients under our care 20+
I feel like we're a little gang. We're all decked out in white coats and we hit floors in our little pack. Some of us scurry head to gather charts like nobody's business. Then we stick them in a little cart and roll out, literally. Basically, B.A. leads the pack and we enter the room. THE TRAUMA TEAM... it just sounds cool. I mean.. the TRAUMA team thinks you're read to go home.. THE TRAUMA TEAM.... even when i'm rounding on my own or checking a patient.. I tell them I'm the student on THE TRAUMA TEAM. The bulk of our patients are ortho type deals and we're just dealing with pain management, airway control, volume resuscitation... the basics. I remember one time , a nurse was saying that the "Trauma team" was coming to see some patient, and I was like... I am on the Trauma Team.... = Bad Ass
Nothing really exciting happened, just random things here and there. Today, we got a code at 745am.... which really cut into morning rounds...
It was unremarkable, just some methheads, shooting each other up. After that I just chilled until rounds, then I assisted with random floor stuff since we were missing our intern . I got to assist on two chest tube insertions which was kinda cool.
Some quote-ables from B.A.:
"Suck on that" (he was explaining that the patient can have ice)
" If it's big enough, I'd like to tap it" (referring to doing an IR percutaneous drainage of some abdominal fluid)
Update on 9th floor nurse - saw her only once this week, I guess having only one or two patients up there .. ... oh well But she's not really the apple of my eye currently, there's someone else...
That's it for now avid readers... a little relaxation and some major cramming for my Surgery Shelf Exam next week.
God Bless and remember to honor friendships and that chivalry is not dead.
First things, first our attending is this bad-ass doctor who goes by his initials. For the sake of anonymity , I'll say it sounds like B.A. which he pretty much is. This guy is one of those pointers. The point to a nurse and say, yo, what's up... I mean... he's an older guy.. i don't know 50s and balding but his white coat says Trauma/Critical Care .. and his coffee smells amazing.This is what he drinks: http://us.myflavia.com/home/index.jsp
His only downside, he's easily distracted or gets sucked into some side conversation. There wasn't one day where rounds didn't take more than 2-3 hrs. The problem is , Trauma team can't continuously round because if a code gets called or an operation needs to be done or chest tubes/lines placed... then things get hairy.
Let's talk about rounding. This is the first time I've rounded with a full team (Me, Intern, 2nd year Resident, 4th year Resident, NP, and PA Student sometimes AND B.A.) on every patient and trauma has a bunch of patients under our care 20+
I feel like we're a little gang. We're all decked out in white coats and we hit floors in our little pack. Some of us scurry head to gather charts like nobody's business. Then we stick them in a little cart and roll out, literally. Basically, B.A. leads the pack and we enter the room. THE TRAUMA TEAM... it just sounds cool. I mean.. the TRAUMA team thinks you're read to go home.. THE TRAUMA TEAM.... even when i'm rounding on my own or checking a patient.. I tell them I'm the student on THE TRAUMA TEAM. The bulk of our patients are ortho type deals and we're just dealing with pain management, airway control, volume resuscitation... the basics. I remember one time , a nurse was saying that the "Trauma team" was coming to see some patient, and I was like... I am on the Trauma Team.... = Bad Ass
Nothing really exciting happened, just random things here and there. Today, we got a code at 745am.... which really cut into morning rounds...
It was unremarkable, just some methheads, shooting each other up. After that I just chilled until rounds, then I assisted with random floor stuff since we were missing our intern . I got to assist on two chest tube insertions which was kinda cool.
Some quote-ables from B.A.:
"Suck on that" (he was explaining that the patient can have ice)
" If it's big enough, I'd like to tap it" (referring to doing an IR percutaneous drainage of some abdominal fluid)
Update on 9th floor nurse - saw her only once this week, I guess having only one or two patients up there .. ... oh well But she's not really the apple of my eye currently, there's someone else...
That's it for now avid readers... a little relaxation and some major cramming for my Surgery Shelf Exam next week.
God Bless and remember to honor friendships and that chivalry is not dead.
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