Rural Rounds

On Tuesday I had my third day in the pediatrics pulmonary clinic. I am grateful for the experience I have had there. I have been given a lot of practice in interviewing and examining patients that I would not normally have in my APD class. The first time there, I was nervous and avoidant of seeing any patients by myself. This Tuesday, however, I saw several alone before they were seen by the doctor, and prior to being seen by the doctor would return and give him the rundown, a.k.a. presenting the patient. I was getting better even as the morning wore on. One thing challenging about pediatrics is that your patient is often only a third your size with a will and defiance five times your own, making for a formidable adversary. When you ask an adult patient to comply with a request, generally they will without much hesitation. When you ask a child, you are first faced with putting the request in a manner they will understand. Second, you must ask it in a way that they will comply with. Tha...

Yesterday in Advanced Physical Diagnosis my classmate Blair and I met a man who was nearing end-stage liver disease. In the book The House of God, there is a patient with hepatitis who is named the Yellow Man, and the description fit well for this patient. My Yellow Man was a lanky gentleman with short messy brown-black hair, with a complexion that could be considered olive under normal circumstances, but was now a sickly yellow tint. All of the waste products from broken down red blood cells that couldn't be cleared through his diseased liver were built up in his blood to the point of making him yellow. Yellow Man said that he had been having nosebleeds for the past two months without relief. In interviewing him it became apparent that he had hepatitis C, a liver infection that eventually leads to scarring and liver failure. It was difficult to determine how he had gotten hepatitis, but he was under the impression it was from a blood transfusion. As his liver became more and more...

Yesterday I had APD and was with my classmate/partner and our instructor Dr. Phillips. He introduced us to a woman in the VA who had severe right lower abdominal pain who was admitted Thursday. She was on a morphine drip, and reported that the pain was so terrible she was passing out when she was admitted. Since APD is essentially a class on doing patient histories and physical exams, this was "practice" for us. We spent a good hour asking every question we could, exhausting our minds for medically relevant topics, and only then did a complete physical exam (almost a complete physical). By the time we reached the physical exam, Dr. Phillips had left to go to the swamp (the residents' workstation room) and said he'd wait for us. As my classmate and I moved through the physical, we reached the abdomen. I gently examined the lady's abdomen, noting that she flinched and guarded when I began to press firmly. I moved back and Blair repeated, with questions in between. ...

It's the third week of class for me now (all those undergrads who started today have it way too easy), and the year is out of the gates and running. It's incredible that a half month has already flown by. Time is so short when you stop to think about it. Maybe it's no wonder why so many people these days get so busy; they've learned that there's only so much time they have on this earth to accomplish something, and they're working hard to get what it is they're trying to do, done. It seems though that the ability to stop and smell the roses is still eluding most of us. As the wise philosopher Bueller once said, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." All too true. I missed a lot of the last six months because in trying so hard to get from A to Z, I missed B - Y. Worse yet, getting to point Z results in a new point A altogether. Now that I've lost everyone... In the...