Aug 30, 2012

The Only Dead People We Used To Know Were Our Cadavers...

Everything is a lot less "optimistic" second year of medical school. I'm not talking about my life, or the lives of my fellow medical students: I'm talking about patient vignettes.

Ah yes, the patient vignette. The only thing connecting your two years stuck in academia to the promise of one day being out there, in the real world, actually practicing a thing called medicine instead of learning and re-learning the Kreb's cycle.

M1 year, patient vignette's were short, simple, and straightforward. We were only given enough information to suggest a disease, it's symptoms, and its treatments. That's all we got and that was all we needed. Even by the end of the year, in neuroscience, we were still hearing only positives. When patients--real patient's whose stories were published in medical journals--suffered from strokes or rare hemorrhagic conditions we were always told that they survived the accident. It was pretty amazing that someone could survive such a severe intracranial bleed, but it made us hopeful for all the good we'd be able to do one day.

M2 year is nothing like that. The real people whose stories we read about and analyse, the real people whose flesh and tissue we stare at for prolonged hours, they were dying and now they are dead. If you are looking at a tissue sample in pathology, that tissue belongs to a person who died a long time ago. No attempts are made to hide the truth from us any longer: This man had a myocardial infarction. He died three days later. Here is his heart. It has coagulative necrosis arising from ischemia.

Even in the case of clearly fictional patient vignettes, things are inexplicably depressing. Here is a practice question from a pharmacology practice question:

A pregnant woman delivered by C-section when it was determined that the baby was in a breech position. After the delivery, she was given a prescription for codeine, a commonly used analgesic given after labor for pain associated with C-sections. The baby began to exhibit intermittent periods of difficulty in breastfeeding and lethargy starting on Day 7. On Day 12 the baby exhibited grey skin and decreased milk intake and was found dead on Day 13. 

I stopped reading after that.

Aug 27, 2012

Motherly Advice

My mom (who also attended Chicago Medical School and has now been working there in various roles from Professor to faculty liaison for probably 20 years) told me shortly before I started my M1 year that medical school was easier than college. I proved her wrong.

Aug 24, 2012

Essentials of Clinical Reasoning 2

"A 25 year old woman who is fatigued, I always think pregnancy."
oh god. 50% of the M2 class is pregnant.

Aug 23, 2012

Whiskey Titers


Histo Quilt

One of the finest thus far! Only 20 something more...

All I Could Think About

Today I was in our lecture hall for 5 hours.

It was also freezing. (I do not know who decides what temperature buildings should be, but whoever it is, they are doing a really bad job of it.) Being cold also makes you hungrier (thanks M1 Physio!)

Our Immuno lecture quickly devolved into this:


Most interesting aside: I don't even like tomatoes.

Aug 14, 2012

Phospholipid Bilayer

Pharmacology started today. We are now talking about membrane transport--basically what we learned in Physio last year. Paracellular, transcellular, active, passive, facilitated... all the classics. Membranes, which have been around for either 4.5 billion years or 6,000 depending on your high school's preferred manner of teaching biology (correct and interesting versus wrong and OMG there's a creationist museum in Indiana??!?), have existed solely because of the ingenious simplicity of phospholipids. The phosphate head is hydrophilic. The lipid tails are hydrophobic. Get enough phospholipid molecules together and they clump together forming spherical entities capable of creating their own special microenvironments: cells!
I knew this in 6th grade. I relearned it in high school, college, and my first year in medical school. I am 23 now and learning it again. Medical school is hard work. But I don't think it's something only "smart" people can do. Essentially, America needs better schools so we can have more doctors.
Also, Dougie Howser is totally believable.

Aug 13, 2012

I probably shouldn't be telling you this...

but whatever. Today was the first day of school for M2's and I found myself mysteriously absent from class lists and thus unable to get course material. Did I fail anything last year?

Yes. I failed a lot.

I failed biochemistry, first off. That wasn't surprising, considering I needed a 97% on my last exam to pass the course (I got an 87% because I missed 2 questions!) I past biochemistry during the remediation exam held a week after school ended.

I then proceeded to fail neuroscience. I was burned out--which sucks to say, because I was only 22. Anything that can make a 22 year old student burn out must be in alignment with the devil. I wasn't terribly worried about failing neuroscience. It was a hard class. I don't think anyone would say it was "easy." I also took the time to go to a national conference for the American Medical Women's Association and Spring Party Weekend at my alma mater during the 6 weeks of neuroscience. Both of these activities were good learning experiences for me... but they were terrible experiences for learning anything about medical neuroscience. So I failed the course with a 68% average. Soooooooooo close.

But then I failed the remediation exam and had to take a full time summer course to redeem myself. It cost $2,000. It ruined my summer. I had no time to write anything. I started breaking out from all the stress. I wanted to cry most days. But I learned a lot of neuroscience I had somehow been too out of it to understand during spring quarter (did you know that damage to the lateral corticospinal tract (LCST) anywhere along its pathway will present in a positive Babinski sign? I do! Now!)

I imagined my very last summer ever would be amazing and fun and great, but instead found myself locked in my apartment just as I had been during the school year. It sucked. But then I passed the remediation course! With a B! I wonder if that will help raise my abysmal GPA (which is currently at 2.144).

Regardless, a few e-mails sorted the entire mess out, and now I'm enrolled in M2 courses which means I get to look forward to Path, Pharm, and Microbio with all my peers. Passing feels great! Also terrifying. I know that M1 grades don't really mean anything, but I don't want to burden myself with the level of unnecessary stress that accompanies failing courses ever again. So I am wishing myself the best of luck.

Also, the blog is back. I neglected it because I needed to pass everything. But now that I have, I will try to write as often and as well as I can.

But no promises.