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The Paradox.

The Paradox.

How Do You Cope With Stress?

In my last community survey, I asked how you assess your stress level. The responses demonstrated just how diversely and how uniquely each person’s stress manifests.

This time, I would like to ask a follow up question and allow everyone to share how they deal with stress.

Beyond identifying and dealing with the source of the stress, I personally take more time to spend with my wife. I try to sleep earlier to catch up on rest. I take a step back from studying at home and instead take up sketching and drawing again while listening to music to help me relax. At work, I try to meditate during my breaks.

How do you cope with stress? Share your tips with everyone.

Hit him with everything!
When we get desperate with a patient - be it a cardiac arrest, a septic shock, or just outright aggressiveness - this is what the escalation of interventions feels like.

Hit him with everything!

When we get desperate with a patient - be it a cardiac arrest, a septic shock, or just outright aggressiveness - this is what the escalation of interventions feels like.

Our Deepest Condolences

One of the very first patients I had admitted was a 50-some year old father of three with a newly diagnosed colon cancer. His case read just like my father’s. Sudden changes in stool caliber. More bloating and fatigue. His wife started noticing that he looked thinner. 

By the time I had approached him in the hustle and bustle of the emergency department, the news had already been broken by the emergency physician. “You have colon cancer,” he remarked on the bluntness of that interaction. It had left him in such shock that he had little to say for most of the day. I took my time to be thorough, answering questions, gathering the history, doing the physical - his moderately ascitic belly and an enlarged liver already hinted at something more sinister. Having already been subjected to one rectal exam, he asked if I needed to double check again. I politely declined to which he breathed a great relief. 

I excused myself to review his CT scan, to get a better understanding of what was driving everything. There, on the black and white screen I saw a liver so large it seemed there would be no space for anything else in that belly. Pocked full of cysts and irregular tissue, it screamed only one conclusion: gross metastasis. 

"A few more tests," I reassured him and then he would go home, to follow up with the oncologist for further management options. I explained that the cancer had spread and that the options will be limited. He digested the news silently, his eyes flickered across the floor as he concentrated. When his wife arrived, I made sure to break the news gently. She wept regardless.

By the time I had sent him home, his belly was flatter once again, having been drained of all of the malignant fluid. The oncologist was to follow up with him within a week’s time. The prognosis was guarded but we agreed that he will be fine for at least the week.

Or so we thought.

It was a surprise to me then that not one week later, I saw him again on call in the emergency department, this time looking worse. He was confused, agitated, and grim - his skin had turned yellow. I quickly texted my attending: “Encephalopathy. Icterus.” The response was immediate: “Shit.”

Because most of the patient’s liver had been replaced by metastatic tissue, his body could no longer bear the burden. The liver had started to fail and with that, his kidneys were beginning to shut down. He was quickly transferred to the ward. 

We rediscussed code status with the family with the end drawing near and it was decided to change his care to palliative. We kept him comfortable until he died a few days later.  

Precipitous multi-organ failure is uncommon to see in someone who is still very high functioning. We never would have expected him to decline so rapidly. It was a surprise to everyone that he could be here one week and gone the next. Given his disease, there would not have been much more we could do medically.

But there are always things we could have improved on. From delivering the diagnosis with care, to advocating for a private room in his final days, to addressing the psychosocial needs of the family. These are areas that we can strive to do better. At the end of the day, this patient was not his colon cancer, he was a person. With a wife and three children. A friend to many. 

These were the pieces, in the torrent of changes that ensued on his second admission, that were lost.

"The patient died surrounded by his loved ones. We are grateful to have been involved in his care and offer our deepest condolences to his family and friends…End dictation."

A yawn is a silent scream for coffee.

A yawn is a silent scream for coffee.

Medical Education, Beware the Hidden Curriculum

The hidden curriculum is taught by the school, not by any teacher…something is coming across to the pupils which may never be spoken in the English lesson or prayed about in assembly. They are picking-up an approach to living and an attitude to learning.

-Dr. Roland Meighan

Is the Quest to Build a Kinder, Gentler Surgeon Misguided?

I thought that this was an interesting article and would be interested to know what others think of this dichotomy. Can one maintain the hard edge needed to practice at their peak when the training emphasizes a softer touch? Can one be malleable, capable of being both at the same time?

πάθει μάθος

From the Agamemnon of Aeschylus (written c. 458 BCE)

Pathei Mathos can be translated as learning from adversary, or wisdom arises from (personal) suffering, or personal experience is the genesis of true learning.

Understood in its original context, Aeschylus expresses that wisdom arising from personal experience is more valuable than what any impersonal words, faith, or doctrine can impart to us. 

People always complain about how horrible Med School is and complain that it isn't worth it. As someone in Med School do you have any regrets? — Asked by Anonymous

aspiringdoctors:

Med school is not worth and horrible it if you’re in it for the wrong reasons.

Money.

Power.

Prestige.

Respect.

Approval.

It’s what your parents/family expects you to do.

You are afraid of trying what you really want to do.

You don’t think any other job is worthwhile.

You want to prove how smart you are.

You don’t actually care about others.

If any of these motives lie in that dark underbelly of your consciousness that you only ever examine at night when you can’t sleep, then I suggest you find another career. Because not only will you be miserable as a physician, but your patients will suffer as well- and they deserve better. Because med school is not fun in a lot of ways.

It is a huge time commitment.

It is very stressful.

It is sleep-depriving sometimes.

It is intimidating.

It is expensive.

But, if you want to help people (cliché as that sounds) and can’t imagine doing anything else, you will also be having the best time of your life at the same time. The path to becoming a physician has highs and lows, and if the lows aren’t worth it to you- and there are some real deep lows- don’t do it.

I do not have any regrets myself.

I approve of this response. Well said.

The Problem With Shorthands

I saw a patient on the ward on call recently where the patient’s complaint was some mild shortness of breath. Upon reviewing the progress notes, one of the issues low down on issues list was titled PE.

My heart skipped a beat.

Pulmonary embolus. My thoughts raced at the possibility that this patient had a recurrence. I quickly went back to see the patient but found that his story and physical exam did not quite add up to what I had imagined. I decided to go back and read the chart notes carefully again.

The more I read the notes in its reverse chronology, the less this PE sounded like a pulmonary embolus until I finally found the source, some ten pages back, buried in the middle of their already thinned chart.

Pleural effusion.

Over time, a relatively benign finding had been unintentionally shortened to a grave and emergent issue by the student writer. I breathed a sigh of relief.

It was yet another reminder of how shorthands and acronyms can cause miscommunication.