Tuesday, November 17, 2009

David breaks down Surgery

3 reasons to become a surgeon:

1. You get to do stuff and see if it works

Surgery is the pinnacle of immediate feedback; you identify a problem, do something concrete to fix it, and then evaluate whether or not it worked. More than any other specialty, the outcomes are measurable, tangible, and observable. You may sacrifice the continuity of primary care fields, but you also experience the unique satisfactions of knowing what’s wrong and getting your hands dirty trying to make things right. Fields like neurology, psychiatry, and others may involve long battles with nebulously defined disease processes where victories are measured in small, incremental improvements over years. That process yields its own personal and professional rewards and frustrations, but may not provide the same acute results that some students may find particularly appealing and which surgery deals out in spades.

2. Certified badassery

Few things in medicine are cooler than surgery. Though it may not be for everyone, no one can deny the sheer awesomeness of removing tumors, transplanting organs, and augmenting breasts (just kidding…?). Perhaps more commonly than in other fields, decisions are realistically life or death; a miscue here or a careless error there in the OR could have disastrous results. What’s more, the wealth of new technologies and general trend towards minimally-invasive procedures ensure that general surgery and the many surgical subspecialties will only further badassify in the future. Sure, more surgeons spend their lives in the bread and butter world of inguinal hernias and appendectomies than in the rarified air of reconstructive plastics and neurosurgery, but even the more vanilla procedures provide all the benefits listed above and below and may, due to volume, be even more targeted for technological advancement in the coming years.



















I can’t believe Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa and invented this robot…

3. Options like whoa

It is generally believed that medical students should first and foremost decide whether they want to be surgical or medical. If surgery is your cup of tea, there is a seemingly limitless array of opportunities to pursue. A general surgery residency is a common gateway to further subspecialty options such as burns, cardiothoracic, vascular, and pediatric surgery, among others, while other students choose to enter fields such as orthopedics, plastics, and ENT straightaway. Going further, many surgeons identify a specific procedure or set of similar procedures that becomes their uber-specialty within their broader branch of surgery. Basically, if there’s some type of cutting you want to do, you can probably make a career out of it.

3 reasons not to:

1. Training don’t quit

More than any other field, surgery demands an extensive period of training. A typical general surgery residency lasts five years, and further subspecialty fellowships can push that requirement into the two-digit territory. An R3 I worked with recently is pursuing a career in pediatric cardiothoracic surgery, a path that, with a general surgery residency, two years of research, a three-year CT fellowship, and a one-year peds CT fellowship, will ultimately require 11 years of training after medical school. Assuming one entered medical school immediately after undergrad at 21-23 years old, this would push off attending status – and the benefits of a legitimate salary and some semblance of a personal life – until one’s mid-to-late 30s. And though in a badass field like peds CT surgery you’d make it rain early and often thereafter, you’d still be spending the majority of the prime of your youth before ever realizing many of your career goals.

2. The hours never stop

Similar to OBGYN, surgery in nearly all of its forms is notorious for an extremely demanding workload and long hours on call. Though some subspecialties and practice settings may be less demanding, the fact remains that surgeons spend more time in the hospital than almost any other type of physician. When you factor in the extensive training required before even reaching the attending level, the demands of the subsequent career may simply not be something many medical students want in their future. (On a related note, it's worth mentioning that the hours / training demands take their toll on relationships as well; some surgical residencies have been known to have divorce rates exceeding 100%. In other words, residents get divorced, remarry and get divorced again. Just FYI...)

3. High-intensity work environment

By its nature, surgery is a high-stress world. The patient is commonly under general anesthesia and the manipulations of the procedure often entail significant blood loss. Small or careless transgressions can kill a patient either immediately or as a post-operative complication, and the surgeon running the show is ultimately responsible. Many surgeons trumpet the philosophy “trust no one,” something potentially disheartening on its surface but logical in a world where the surgeon is held accountable for any number of errors in the pre-, intra-, and post-operative setting. All these truths foster an environment some find less than hospitable, especially to those lower in the training hierarchy. Surgeons, on average, may be blunter and less forgiving in a professional environment than other physicians, and this, coupled with the long hours, can create a working world some students may choose to avoid.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Kevin struggles to find a Thank You card

After returning home from my most recent rotation I stopped by the stationary aisle in my local grocery store to look for a Thank You card for my preceptor, just a simple gesture of my gratitude. Little did I know, it would be the most frustrating 15 5 minutes of my life. Finding a card, whether it’s a thank you card or a birthday card, is tricky business. Not in the sense that I’m afraid the opposite party wont like the card, but more that the card is an extension of me and I don’t want to be represented by a glittered up pink butterfly with a bad sense of humor. The fact that I have to give a note in a professional capacity adds a further wrinkle into this dilemma. Sorry Mr. Butterfly, not today.


If you’ve ever spent any time in a card aisle or Hallmark store, you should know that it’s obviously geared towards women and children. The cards come in three general themes: cartoons, flowers or kittens. Even when I did find an acceptable design, there would be some message scrawled on the inside that was so sentimental it made me uncomfortable just reading it.


That's really nice, do these come in Mens?


This was also something I never understood. Why do people want their cards to have messages preprinted inside? Isn’t that a little impersonal? Most people write in messages anyways so the text just becomes some odd impediment to a continuous paragraph. If someone doesn’t write anything, it’s not like the receiver will attribute the printed text to the giver. They’d just assume the giver was a lazy asshole that didn’t write anything. Either way, the text is worthless at best, a net-negative at other times. Much like Jess. Anyways, I digress.
After much shuffling around and digging, I finally settled on a generic green card with no text inside. I guess that’s the best I can hope for. Now if I only knew what I should write…

Friday, November 6, 2009

Kevin might want to be an Ob/Gyn, yet might not.

Choosing the right career is a difficult task and it certainly doesn’t end with your acceptance to medical school. Finding the right specialty is a challenging thing and the first 2 years of medical school really aren’t that helpful. Sure preceptorships give you a quick glimpse, but it really doesn’t give you the full experience of what a doctor does everyday. In an effort to help future medical students, and perhaps just to put our own thoughts down on paper, David and I are starting a new series of articles that weigh the pros and cons of each particular specialty. Each article will feature 3 reasons why we liked that particular specialty and 3 reasons why we didn’t. Even though each article will likely be personal to our own interests and preferences, hopefully it’ll bring up some interesting points to think about as you make your own career decisions. Enjoy



3 Reasons why I want to be an OB/GYN
1. It’s the black and white cookie of medicine

When choosing a medical specialty, one of the biggest questions people consider is whether they would like to do a lot of procedures or whether they’d prefer something more cerebral. One would naturally lead you down the surgical path and the other likely towards something like internal medicine. But for those who would like a little bit of both, Ob/Gyn offers an intriguing alternative. Before my rotation my only knowledge of Ob/Gyn is that you probably deliver a lot of babies and treat a lot of gonorrhea, neither of which were particularly appealing. But what I didn’t realize was that a lot of things can go wrong south of the border and often times you gotta cut ‘em to fix ‘em. The docs I followed did about 2 procedures each morning on Monday Wednesday and Thursday and a full day of procedures on Tuesday. This ranged from tumor removal to urethral slings, prolapse repairs, ovary removal and every flavor of hysterectomy you can imagine. That’s a lot of surgery considering a general surgeon without specialization likely does less with more training time.



Mmmm... tastes like placenta


On the medical side there are a lot of diseases to that can happen to the entire baby making apparatus and you’re the guy/gal to fix it. Often times symptoms can be vague or the etiology multifactorial so there’s a reasonable amount of brain power that must be expended to properly take care of your patients. Not too shabby

2. Good subspecialty options
I only spent 2 days with a gyn/onc but I found the subspecialty pretty fascinating. It’s the only surgical oncology specialty that also manages chemotherapy. So there’s a good amount of continuity of care that lets you manage a patient’s cancer from presentation to remission. Pretty cool.

The surgeries themselves are pretty interesting as well. They’re not particularly challenging from a technical standpoint but the stories I’ve heard at hilarious. My preceptor told me about an obese patient she had that had a slow growing tumor inside her that weighed over 70lbs at time of presentation. In order to do to the surgery, she had to perform a pannectomy as well. By the time the patient left the OR, she was half the weight she went in.

3. Strong continuity of care
My main preceptor was an older doc who had been in practice for over 30 years and many of his patients have been with him for about as long. He’s delivered entire families and really followed some patients from the beginning of motherhood to menopause. This seems like a rewarding process and something a lot of other specialties don’t get to experience, especially if you’re in surgical field.

3 reasons why that might not be a good idea
1. The hours are terrible
OB probably has one of the worst call schedules ever unless you’re part of a large practice with an elaborate call system. When a mother is ready to deliver, she’s ready to deliver and there’s nothing you can do about it. If you have a large patient base and there’s 3-4 women laboring at any given time, you could be in the hospital constantly, at all hours of the night. It sucks.

2. Childbirth
I think I’ve said enough on that subject

3. You get sued a lot. A LOT
Hopefully, if you give OB/GYN any consideration, you would know this fact but it bears mentioning again. Ob/Gyn's get sued all the time. Their malpractice insurance is some of the highest in the entire industry and everybody has had at least one case brought against them for something or other. Basically, it sucks ass. All kinds of things can go wrong and 98% of it isnt your fault, but that doesn't stop patients from suing your ass because little Timmy isn't reading up to his grade level.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Kevin learns some important facts about childbirth

Ah, 3rd year. The promised land every 2nd year is dreaming of and the 9th level of hell that every 4th year wishes they could forget. So far David has given you a glimpse into the life of a 3rd year surgery rotation student. Now that I’m done with my OB/GYN rotation, I feel obliged to share some intriguing insights into the entire miracle of childbirth that people might not know.

1. It takes a long time
I know what you’ve seen in the movies: Katherine Heigl is out eating some dinner, talking about nothing, when suddenly her water breaks. She goes to the hospital and 15 minutes you have a baby. Not so much in real life. Life on the labor and delivery floor for a medical student is long and tedious. Your duties include watching the mom groan for a really long time, checking the fetal heart rate and then going back to watching the mom groan. Luckily most women are reasonable enough to ask for an epidural (or they’re so beaten down by the constant sensation of having a human being pass through their vagina that they’re willing to compromise on their previous beliefs) so that it’s mostly just waiting without having to hear the groaning. But really, the entire process from onset of labor to actual delivery can take hours, hours where you’re not allowed to sneak away and go watch ESPN in the doctor’s lounge. Or so I’ve been told…

Sigh... if only


2. It smells really really bad
Despite all the lectures about fetal positioning, physiology of pregnancy and the birthing process, no one bothered to tell me child birth is by far the smelliest processes a human being can experience. I mean seriously, it’s awful. First of all, everybody poops, especially in childbirth. When the pushing process takes an hour or two, it’s just a constant dribble of little poop balls. Luckily the nurses are really good about whisking them away but unfortunately the smell is always just hanging in the air. Then once the baby is delivered, there is a huge gush of amniotic fluid, blood, vernix and sometimes meconium. In case you don’t know what vernix is, here’s what up:
“Vernix has a highly variable makeup but is primarily composed of sebum, cells that have sloughed off the fetus's skin and shed lanugo hair.”

So in other words, if you were able to collect BO from 100 fat hairy dudes and somehow condense it into a paste, you’d have some vernix on your hands. I’m absolutely sure vernix was invented just to be the bane of my existence. Well… at least 80% sure.

This reminds me of one delivery I was on where I caught a vernix covered baby onto my chest, right between the numbers. Even though we clamped and cut the cord in a reasonable amount of time, it was too late. I was pasted in baby goo. No matter where I turned, the waft of vernix followed me. Unfortunately I still had to deliver the placenta (another thing people never tell you) and check vaginal lacerations. But, after being hit with the fetus grenade all I could focus on was not vomiting. Every time I moved, it would stir the air and I’d get a little more of that cheesy goodness. By the end I think I was taking about 1 breath a minute. If I was on a pulse ox someone probably would have called a codeAfter that delivery I had to excuse myself to dry heave in the bathroom.

3. You have to be happy for the parents
Maybe this is just a personal struggle of mine but I have a lot of trouble mustering up the happy feelings at 3am in the morning to congratulate the mom and dad on their new baby. Clearly the birth of a child, especially the first, is one of the greatest moments a person can experience… unless it’s not your baby, and especially if you’ve already seen 5 that day. At the end of the day, I really have trouble feigning the fake joy necessary to congratulate some new parents on their new baby, who happens to look exactly like the baby I saw 15 minutes ago. I can say he looks cute but really, that’s not true at all. New babies look like pink little aliens that cry a lot. That’s about all they do. It takes awhile before they develop the chubby cheeks necessary to look hilarious in lobster costumes, which you can then spread across the internet and hopefully haunt them in their adulthood. Until then, they really bring nothing to the table.


This is payback for being so smelly

Monday, October 26, 2009

David Takes Call

As you may have noticed, many moons have passed since our last post. Due to a mind-boggling lapse in (Kevin’s) judgment, our previous intertube oasis at iddxblog.com has been seized by web squatters. Still, in an effort to better the world (and stop Amanda from crying), we will soldier on at this address until Kevin can undo his folly.

Meanwhile, Kevin and I have narrowly avoided board failure and transitioned to the world of white coats, SOAP notes, and Jesse’s iatrogenesis. For Kevin, this has meant a fantastic voyage of babies and bad smells, while on Surgery, I’ve realized I was never truly tired at any point in my life until now. To illustrate, here’s a quick running diary of a recent call night.

0400: Mmmm, a fresh new day! Only 30-plus hours until next we meet, bed. I’ll think of you fondly while I’m gone.

0505: Pre-rounds and dressing changes. Note to self: Try not to do heroin.

1015: OR, first case. I don’t even know what you’re asking, but I’m going to go with “atelectasis.” Please don’t take my suture scissors away; they’re all I have…

1400: Second case. Pros: I’m actually touching a beating heart. Cons: I can’t feel my legs.

1600: Back on the floor. Are those my bowel sounds or the patient’s? Will he see if I eat some of his pudding?

1830: ED: Hmm, so that’s the most common orifice to hide drugs and drug-related paraphernalia...

1945: I didn’t realize so many people are allergic to "everything but 'Dah-lowd-ee.'” Must be an epidemic.

2100: If I crawled into the scanner and acted somnolent, would the nap be worth the repercussions while they imaged my head? Tough call.









































This is the dream…

0020: If only I had some No Doze

0200: Boo-yah, there’s my second wind. This isn’t so bad. That stapler wasn’t an awful pillow and that guy waiting in the hall stopped giving me the stink-eye.

0600: Rounds II: Son of Rounds. I don’t even remember life on the outside. This must’ve been what Brooks felt like in Shawshank Redemption. I hope the sun is as bright as it is in my dreams. I hope…













It’s OK, Brooks. I understand.

0945: Clinic. Can you turn your head and cough, please?

1215: Off. If I don’t make it home alive, at least I touched a heart.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009