Archive for November, 2008

Nothing like running in sleet

Of course, if I had any sense, I would have run earlier in the day rather than waiting for the sleet and the rain.  Regardless, I ran the 3 miles much faster than intended…

Had a lovely Thanksgiving.  Ran the Gobble Gobble Gobble 4 Miler for the 3rd straight year on Thanksgiving morning.  Was very pleased with my time of 37:58, especially given the fact that I’m not in very good shape.  It was only 20 seconds slower than last year.  Not too shabby.  And even better, my plantar fasciitis continues to do well!

Spent the rest of the day with my family and some neigbors I grew up with.  Enoyed great food, delicious beer and fun games.

And speaking of giving thanks, I remain forever thankful for my amazing husband…

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Residency hinders weight maintenance

“A new study by the New England Journal of Medicine released yesterday shows that residency is strongly associated with weight gain.”

Actually, I just completely made that up.  What really happened is that yesterday I had my annual physical and, just like the rest of America, I seem to have put on a few pounds over the past year.  Shocking, I know.  Despite the fact that I made up the above press release, I do feel strongly that I have a case.  Let me explain.

1.  The ”I don’t know when I’ll get to eat again” Phenomenon:  You might think that you would be so busy during residency that you wouldn’t have time to eat and thus you would lose weight.  I have a few friends that actually happened to.  But in the majority of cases, the fact that you’re always busy creates this perpetual fear that you won’t get to eat.  As a result, whenever you come upon food (which happens surprisingly frequently in the hospital…) you feel the need to eat large amounts relatively quickly because you never know when you might get to eat again.

2.  The Graham Crackers and Peanut Butter Phenomenon:  The hospital has a constant supply of graham crackers and peanut butter allegedly for patient use, but (as far as I can tell) eaten almost exclusively by the residents (and occasionally fellows and attendings driven to desperation).  Graham crackers and peanut butter make an excellent snack because a) they can be eaten at pretty much anytime of day or night, b) they are very portable (easily stuffed in pockets without fear of leakage), c) they don’t require any utensils, d) they are ALWAYS available, and e) they are FREE.  All of these factors make them almost irresistible to residents.

3.  The “It’s free, therefore I must eat it” Phenomenon:  As I mentioned earlier, residents have an almost overpowering desire to eat anything that’s free.  It doesn’t matter if they just ate or if they don’t like the food or if the food has been sitting there for 4 hours.  If it’s free, it must be eaten (my husband reports a similar phenomenon amongst grad students).  I think it has something to do with the feeling that we are being vastly underpaid given the number of hours we work.

4.  The “I’m so tired I have to eat something to stay awake” phenonemon:  This is frequently encountered at 4 am when interns are trying to finish writing their admission notes from the day but keep falling asleep at the computer.  It is further compounded by the delicious food that the night nurses are always snacking on and by the fact that you no longer have any will power when you’ve been up for that many hours.

5.  The “I’m on call so I deserve a giant cookie” phenonemon:  This wouldn’t be so problematic since you’re usually only on call once every 4th night, but it’s a slippery slope and leads to such thoughts as: “That was a horrible day, I deserve a giant cookie,” or “I hate this rotation so I deserve a giant cookie,” or “How could that attending/fellow/senior/parent be so mean?  Probably a giant cookie would make feel better.”  Pretty soon you find yourself eating a giant cookie everyday.

I could definitely come up with a few more, but I have to go eat dinner.  Ah, the irony.  Even more ironic because it’s a free dinner…

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Cookies

I have some strange obsession with cookies.  Also with brownies and cupcakes.  Much less so with cakes and pies (much to my husband’s chagrin).  This obsession is a mostly centered around baking said cookies, brownies and cupcakes and, to a lesser degree, around eating them.  For example, I made chocolate chip cookies on Friday but tonight I had a very strong desire to make peanut butter cookies.  As my husband correctly pointed out, we still have plenty of chocolate chip cookies left over, but this did not deter me.  Nor did the fact that it’s 10 pm on a Sunday night.

My husband claims that my desire comes only from my love of eating raw batter/dough.  But I beg to differ.  That certainly does play a small part (despite multiple warnings about the dangers of salmonella from raw eggs, I continue to eat cookie dough raw), but I also enjoy making cupcakes despite the fact that I don’t like eating cupcake batter.  So there!  I think a large part of it comes from my joy of creating.  I definitely love decorating cookies (and cupcakes!), but that’s usually reserved for holiday occasions.  You should have seen my awesome Halloween cupcakes.  I had a lot of fun making those.

Anyway, I also think it’s amusing that I ALWAYS make cookies from scratch but pretty much never make brownies or cupcakes from scratch.  Why is that??  Another mystery of life.  Probably because I couldn’t have rolls of cookie dough around without just eating it.

Enough talk about cookies.  Pretty soon it will be time to eat some freshly made peanut butter cookies.  And I figure that if this doctor thing doesn’t work out, I can always open a bakery.

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Steady as she goes

My running has been going very well.  I’ve been amazingly consistent with the following weekly mileage over the past 6 weeks: 8.1 miles, 9.2 miles, 9.6 miles, 9.5 miles, 10.1 miles, and 10.6 miles this week.  Excellent.  I’ve decided my goal is to reach 20 miles a week by doing 4 runs/wk with a long run of 8 miles.  I figure this will be a good base for eventually doing another half next fall.

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Impact

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the patients I’ve taken care of during my 1.5 years of residency.  I don’t think they’re aware of how much they affect me.  As an intern, I often spent nights wondering if I treated my patients correctly–was it right to not prescribe antibiotics, could I have a done better job putting in an IV, was it okay to send that person home from the emergency room or should they have been admitted to the hospital…  Lately I feel a little more confident in my management so instead I spend my time wondering how my patients are doing.  And it’s funny, even if I’ve seem them only once, I still tend to think of them as “my patients.”  It’s hard because I know most of them don’t even remember me.  I’m simply one of the million random faces they encountered in the hospital.  As cheesy as it sounds, there stories really stick with me.  And I wish I could post about them here without violating confidentiality.  Here’s my attempt to explain what I feel without infringing on patients’ rights.

I think about the girl I admitted with a severe asthma exacerbation.  I remember walking into the room, taking one look at her and pulling out my code card so I could figure out what size endotracheal tube I might need.

I think a lot about the boy I took care of who remained intubated the entire time I knew him.  I remember wondering what he was like as a person and whether I would ever finally get to “meet” him.  Do his parents know that I still think about him and about them and wonder how they’re doing?

I don’t know.  They’re so many more stories (new diagnosis of leukemia, transplant patient, cystic fibrosis clean outs, unknown diagnosis …) but I can’t really give justice to their stories and their effects on me without violating confidentiality.

I also feel a little bad for the patients that I only think about in terms of their disease.  It’s a little embarassing when I get excited that I’m about to see a patient with some rare disease or who accidentally amputated their finger.  Not good from a human perspective, but probably good that I still possess medical curiosity.

I feel I did a bad job of explaining all this.  I guess what I’m trying to convey is that I hope the patients I see know how much they mean to me and how much time I spend thinking about them and wondering how they’re doing.

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