Thursday, September 08, 2005
Why girls are trouble...
A father came in to the Pediatric clinic with both his daughters, 14 and 16. The younger already had a baby and was pregnant again. The older was 5 months pregnant. Pissed-off was probably not strong enough a word to describe the father.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I'm just speechless when I see the images of New Orleans reduced to rubble. It brings back the same feelings I had when I saw post-Tsunami Indonesia and post-9/11 NYC. I suppose the feeling is amplified when you've been to those cities and you remember what it was like walking those streets, in the shade of those buildings which have now disappeared. Your memory and the new images convey the total sense of destruction that has occurred.
I remembered when I was in New York about 3 years before the attack. I sat at the foot of the two towers after hearing about the previous Al Queda attempt and I thought to myself I can't imagine these two buildings falling. A few years later I no longer needed to imagine as I watched on TV those two metropolis giants reduced to nothing but scraps. I imagine the number of people walking about under the shade of the WTC commuting to work, the hotdog vender selling perfectly cooked New York dogs smothered with ketchup, mustard, relish, the works...the guy in the food-truck who made the worlds greatest chicken kabaab...the men in suits who went in and out of the two buildings...all possibly a part of the rubble...
When I watched the videos of the Tsunami I remember being on that very beach, walking along that very street that got buried by a wall of water. I remember buying icecream by a stand which no doubt was selling icecream that day the Tsunami hit and possible sweeping it along with its vendor into the sea. I recall renting jetskiis from some guys playing soccer in the sand, jetskiis that were probably sent crashing into some building along with the vender himself...
I've never been to New Orleans, it was among the top of my to-do list. Walk in a drunken stupor along Bourbon Street, eat at some haunted pub, relax at jazz club as the sounds of some brass or woodwind teased my senses, breathe the life of a city so full of history. Party like it was 1999. Now to go to New Orleans will not bring the same sense or feeling. So many people lost everything they had to the sea, they're homes, businesses, irreplaceable belongings, irreplaceable loved ones...the view from above makes it look like nothing is left of the city. It looks like Heroshima and Nagasaki after the A-bomb, Berlin after the allied invasion, London after the Blitzkrieg. If you were to mix those pictres up with those of Iraq or some other post war city the only thing that gives it away is all the water. I suppose New Orleans is still among the top of my to-do list, only now it seems like it'll be for different reasons. With such a long post I don't think anyone would believe I'm really speechless, but I feel like I am.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Eh, I feel the beginning of a cold creeping around. I'm not surprised, though, all day I see kids with coughs, colds, runny nose. I know its a matter of time before I get a cough, cold, and runny nose myself. I just hope I can nip this in the bud before it gets worse.
I've been reading the blogs of some of my fellow medical school classmates, I'm wondering if they're writing for themselves or for a select audience, because I don't think a lot of people really understands exactly what it is they're saying...I barely do =P. Here's an excerpt from my friend Tram's blog:
"Witnessed a difficult delivery: G1P0, uncontrolled diabetes, vaccuum assisted delivery with shoulder dystocia needed 2 episiotomies, McRobertson's maneuver & Wood screw to deliver the baby. Baby had 0/10 Apgar, bladder exstropy, perineum ischemia and was transported to another hospital for surgery. [never seen so many ppl in a delivery - saddest moment during my rotation]"
WTF? I understand it, but who else does? Oh by the way we actually talk that way with each other when we talk about patients if anyone wonders, I just didn't think it would carry on to her daily conversation...sorry Tram, but hey.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
I look at picture slide shows of the Gaza Strip evacuation and I can't help but feel sympathy for the settlers that have to move. I mean if I were being evicted from my place of residence just so some other group of people could live there just because they are some other group of people, I'd be pretty pissed. On the other hand, if this is a step for peace then maybe you gotta sacrifice a few sheep to save the flock.
But something tells me that the Palastinians won't be satisfied with this aquisition, they may not be satisfied until they have the whole of Israel. They don't just want the Gaza Strip or the West Bank, they want the lock, stock, the whole lot. The terrorism will still continue, infact it might be even more dangerous since the terrorist know that with a little more intimidation they can get more than just the appetizer.
Its like neither side wants to give in, Sharon has stepped up and made the Israelies the bigger man, whether some of them want it or not, I just hope the Palastinians will be just as big and be satisfied with what they got...only time can tell if there will be peace in the Middle East...I'm hoping for peace.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
I filled my tank yesterday and it cost $40!!!! for Regular gas nonetheless, what the hell is going on here? Then I passed another gas station today and it was $3.00 a gallon. Someone stop the insanity!!
I want to change the pace up a bit, all I've talked abotu is work.
I'm addicted to talk radio, instead of turning to the hip-hop stations I turn to talk radio to help me get through traffic. I find its more intellectually stimulating, you hear people debate and talk about issues that affect our state, nation, and world. It also helps me stay up to date on current events. Besides, I'm not really liking the new stuff coming out. Am I getting old? Will I be screaming out the window telling kids to turn down their music like a grumpy old man? Its just the music doesn't sound like it used to. In fact all those crunk songs I can barely even understand the words coming out of their mouth and I really hate that raspy voice. I know they don't normally sound like that, and why do they all sound like that? Is it something in the water down south that makes it sound like you got a frog down your throat?
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Pediatrics is a radical change in pace compared to Ob/Gyn. Its not as exciting, but yet challenging. Try to look into a kids eyes and ears when he won't sit still. Even worse, the kid knows a shot is inevitable and runs, hides, and cries constantly while you're listening to his heart and lungs with a stethoscope. The piercing screams of a child is magnified that much more through a stethoscope. A child getting a shot will fight like Death is coming for him, he'll scream, tug pull on anything including clothes, hair, glasses, whatever he can get his hands on. Young children are easy to manage, older children are stronger, especially boys, hell knows no furry greater than a 9 year old boy who doesn't want a shot.
Monday I was in a room full of children. The patient and his 3 younger siblings. When it came time for his vaccination shot, he fought and cried, then his brothers saw their big brother crying and started to cry, starting off a chain reaction. Before I knew it I was deafend be the cries of 4 screaming children. I feel bad when I see the fear in their eyes as they run and dodge everyone as if you're a predator and they're prey.
On the other hand, stickers seem to go a long way. I never knew the power a piece of paper with a sticky back can have at calming a child down. Its amazing, after all that I've described above, all you have to do is give a few stickers and all is back to normal. You can get kids to do anything with a promise of stickers. There seems to be some magic powers in them, powers that I have yet to comprehend, but hey if it works, it works.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
So, my 6 weeks of Ob/Gyn has come to an end and I think I'm going to miss it. It was a tiring and exciting 6 weeks, I've done a lot and learned a lot. I've done things that I never thought I'd ever do, never thought they'd let me do, never thought I'd be able to do. Definitely a huge milestone in my life. This might be the last I see of Ob/Gyn, perhaps those might be the last of babies that I'll deliver unless I decide to go into Ob/Gyn. Its an exciting field, no, not because I get to look at vaginas all day, but because this field offers both medicine and surgery in one.
For those that aren't very familiar with the way the medical field works, there is a rift in terms of how to treat a patient: there's Surgery, who goes in and cuts the bad stuff out, fix whatever is messed up, physically repair whats broken; then there's Medicine, who chooses to use drugs and other theraputic devices to treat patients. For most doctors, there's a time when they decide which way they want to go, they have to pick a side. The Ob/Gyn never chooses sides he uses both thats what makes Ob/Gyn appealing to me.
However, the time requirements is overwhelming. I look at my preceptor in a constant state of exhaustion. He sits at his desk and passes out for 3 minute intervals, power naps to the extreme. He goes on average of 4 hours of sleep if he's lucky, is at the hospital 80% of his time, and when he's home they call him back. Not sure if thats the kind of lifestyle I want have...but then again, who knows...
Next stop is Pediatrics. Not sure what to expect, not looking forward to being with crying kids all day. But then again, I didn't think I would've enjoyed Ob/Gyn before I started, I'll have an open mind going in tomorrow morning.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
I delivered my first baby yesterday and repaired the episiotomy (for those who don't know, its when the doctor cuts the vagina open to make room for the head. Sometimes it can rip by itself so if the delivering doctor sees a tear might happen they'll usually make it themselves so as to have more control on how it tears). I don't know who's smile was bigger the baby's parents or myself. It was her 5th baby, my first delivery. It was almost felt like it was my first baby.
Oh and another baby I delivered by c-section took my name...Matthew. Yeah I know mine is spelt with one 'T' and I'm not sure if they had chosen the name before, but thats still cool holding a little Matthew. Woah...gets me to start thinking, imagine little Mathews running around, thats a trip.