Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts

Jul 23, 2014

Assumed, Actual, and Average Performance: Preparing for the horrors of Step 2 using the defense mechanism of Intellectualization

In exactly one week (7 days -- 168 hours -- 10,080 minutes -- you get the idea) I will be sitting in a prometric testing center taking, depending on whom you talk to, the most important test I have ever taken capable of determining all of my future career successes, or just something I need to pass to graduate: The United States Medical Licensing Examination (USMLE) Step 2 Clinical Knowledge.

Tensions are running high, but I am actually quite proud of myself. I began studying weeks, no... months ago, and I find that even though I only have a week left, I am doing a lot less cramming than I had to do for Step 1. And I actually might finish reading an entire review book cover to cover. I may actually do well on this exam.

But do you know what's more important than doing well on exams? Knowing, fairly accurately when you leave the testing center, that you have most likely passed the exam with a 95% confidence interval (did I use that term correctly? I still haven't studied biostatistics). Which is why I have begun analyzing my Usmleworld QBank tests. Upon hitting submit, I quietly contemplate how well I think I may have done, remembering how many questions I "knew" verse how many were "good guesses" verse the inevitable "I have narrowed it down to two, equally likely choices" verse "I have not heard of any of these conditions. I will choose the answer choice that seems most viable." Then I write down my assumed score. Then I write down my actual score and the national average for those 44 questions.

Test Results of QBank tests numbers 93 through 101
What conclusions have I come to? First, my actual performance varies widely. Hopefully over my next tests I can become more consistent, although this isn't likely. I believe this is the nature of any test designed to ask many questions on broad topics.

Second, my predictions are much more conservative than my actual performances. Which is nice to know, although a given: more people feel like they failed an exam than actually did, at least in medical school.

Third, my predictions seem to follow my actual scores fairly closely, although doing really well on test 94 improved my confidence so that on test 95, I assumed I did much better -- even though I in fact did much worse.

And now I have to study for at least six more hours before I can go to sleep. I love summer break.

Feb 1, 2014

Insulin and Eugenics... I am upset. This is a rant.

As a type 1 diabetic, I am often very angry. Usually this is secondary to hypoglycemia or an ability to eat something because I inadvertently left my insulin at home.

But today I am upset because I am running out of insulin and I only have $600 left in student loans until late February. Why is this a problem? Because as someone with good medical insurance, my doctors have always prescribed me humalog and lantus, which are bloody expensive without a prescription (and are actually still really expensive with a prescription and insurance: $50 each for what I need in a month). But as a medical student I don't have time to go see a doctor to get a prescription to get my bloody f***ing insulin. I am really upset because as I speak I have about enough humalog (lispro, short-acting insulin) to get me through to Monday, after which I guess I'll start employing a poor man's metformin: large amounts of acetaminophen and straight hard liquor. Your liver transaminases skyrocket, but you've effectively bludgeoned your body's best organ so badly that it stops going through with gluconeogenesis. Oh, and a ton of aerobic exercise makes your body more sensitive to the effects of lantus (glargine, long-acting insulin), so I guess I can look forward to dropping a few pant sizes and... cirrhosis. Lots of preventable, freaking cirrhosis.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. There must be type 1's who are busier than me and have less time to see doctors. And I know there are type 1's who don't have health insurance because this country is absolutely terrible. So how can I get insulin at a reasonable price without having to see a doctor? Because, honestly, I've had diabetes for over ten years and I know my body's personalized ways of dealing with this disease in a way that literally no other health professional could understand. I know the tricks. I know the secrets of my metabolism. My A1c is always under 7.0 and my hypoglycemic events are now well controlled. I know what I'm doing.

SIDENOTE... no wait, MAIN POINT: I think it is absolute bullshit that people need prescriptions for something that their body erroneously stopped producing. Almost everyone else around me is making insulin, but just because my body f***ed up when I was thirteen, I have to spend thousands of dollars on a month's worth of high quality insulin? What kind of justice is that? Answer: it's not. It's wrong. It's condemning people to a constant economical disadvantage on top of the disease they've contracted who's co-morbidities will likely kill them if they don't control the aforementioned disease. In a country where medications aren't regulated to make them fairly priced (hell, I think they should be bloody f***ing free but I realize I'm incredibly biased) and health insurance is severely limited, we are essentially killing off diabetics. I realize that many type 1 diabetics can make it to reproductive age without dying first, but I've seen a 24 year old diabetic with f***ing gastroparesis--that's really severe neuropathy. And now that I've gone through OB-GYN, it becomes apparent that type 1 diabetics with A1c's of 13.6, like this 24 year old, would never be able to carry a healthy child to term. She will likely never produce any children because why? Because our health system is unjust? What sick kind of world is this?

And you know what's worse? The type 1 diabetic population that is under insured and hurting the most is minorities, specifically blacks. And you know what's f***ing insane about that? DIABETES IN AFRICAN POPULATIONS HAS NO DISCERNABLE GENETIC COMPONENT. Whereas caucasian type 1 diabetics usually have some weird HLA inherited predisposition sh*t. And yet, at least in Chicago, those people will be preferentially allowed to live with a disease that could be greatly reduced within the human population if only they were put to the slow and painful death that awaits most uninsured type 1 diabetics.



[edit]: Okay. So I calmed down a little bit. Let me just say that I recognize that a lot of white people don't have health insurance either. But at least in Chicago, economics and race are obnoxiously linked in a way that has already started to upset my psyche. So I'm sorry about that. The truth is, all type 1 diabetics are in an equally unfortunate place in a society where close health maintenance is ludicrously expensive.

And also, I don't think I do a good job of separating my emotion's from the job. Especially other type 1 diabetics so far along. Seeing another black, 24-year-old, type 1 diabetic, laying on a bed in the emergency department, clutching at her stomach and moaning for morphine, secondary to gastroparesis and then her resultant addiction to painkillers, really upset me I guess. I want to help them but I know that it's literally too late because you don't recover from severe autonomic neuropathy. You just suffer until you die. From something completely preventable.

I guess this whole thing bothers me, not just because on the whole diabetics are treated very poorly, but because I'm now a healthcare professional, and I am surrounded by physicians every day, but I don't think I can just ask them to write me a prescription for insulin because I'd rather go to work than call the doctor's office to set up an appointment, then call the dean of student affairs (another physician), and then the clerkship director (also a physician), and then drive to god knows where for a fifteen minute conversation with the doctor to write me a prescription so I can save $350 for something that almost everyone in the world doesn't think about.

It's upsetting. If I had my way, everyone with a type of medical/biochemical deficiency would be able to get whatever they need for next to nothing because that's what equality is. Hypothyroid? You get thyroxine, no problem. Chronically depressed? We'll get you an SSRI or maybe even some SNRI's if you're lucky and need more norepinephrine. Diabetic? We'll get you all the insulin you want. Because giving you anything less than that is a crime.




So this is where I read that Diabetes in blacks and asians is often idiopathic: http://www.aafp.org/afp/1998/1015/p1355.html
Although since I am both caucasian and african, I won't know if I have the idiopathic form until either A) my entire genome gets sequenced (I hear it's only $1000 now!) or B) they look for islet cell antibodies in my serum.

May 28, 2013

13 days, 23 hours

I pushed back my test 10 days. I wasn't hitting what I wanted to get on my practice exams, and it didn't seem realistic that I'd get to that target in five days, no matter how much I studied. Also, I've probably spent over $1000 on books and reviews for this exam and all the courses it supposedly covers. I'd like to at least skim all the materials I have.

Oddly, my stress headache has returned. Which is impairing my ability to study. You can't overdose on Ibuprofen right? Damn it. I should know this.

HOLY .... ! IT'S ACTUALLY A TUESDAY! This update on my progressive is appropriately timed, then. And I'm taking the exam on a Tuesday. That bodes well, doesn't it? 


May 25, 2013

6 days, 20 hours

Continuing on with how poorly my body handles stress:

I've developed BPPV (benign paroxysmal positional vertigo) and the skin on my outer ear (my auricle) is peeling off and scabbing over and it is thoroughly gross.

I was going to claim that I have trichotillomania (compulsive pulling of hair) or dermatillomania (compulsive picking at skin), but apparently these are serious conditions. And even though I can't sit still and not pull my hair or pick scabs while I study, I feel absolutely fine when I get up to do something else (that's a lie. I never feel fine anymore).

Regardless, my exam is in 6 days and 20 hours. I have a box of Pop-Tarts, a box of Teddy Grahams, Hansen's natural cane soda, Fruity pebbles, and a box of Quaker Chewy bars. I also have about 65 more hours of lectures to watch. So.......

May 21, 2013

Rifampin blocks RNA Polymerase.

Okay, so I think I was being a tad melodramatic. True, this level of stress and constant cramming is incredibly dangerous to my health: I have lesions on the mucous membrane of my mouth, I bruise much more readily than ever before, I see so few people that I talk to myself and drag my teddy bear everywhere I go for companionship.
So I lied to myself. I'm going to pass step 1. Now I'm just studying. Not for a good score. Not to pass. But simply to learn. And it is fun. I'll tell you why:
There are fundamental concepts I just don't understand--never understood them--but now I have a chance to solidify the simplest things, and hopefully memorizing from this point will get easier as I develop a stronger framework.
I should have anticipated this earlier--I barely passed all my classes last year. UWorld tells me my worst subject is Physiology. Uh... what?That's not good! Physio is pretty much everything in medicine without a proper name (because pathology is actually everything in medicine, but it's just so obnoxious with all of it's diseases named after now dead jerks). So now I'm just focusing on physiology for a few more days than I originally planned. And I feel like that'll be alright.
Honestly, I just want to sound like I know what I'm taking about--even if it's just vaguely--when I step into surgery July 1st.
Speaking of....!!! I finally know the difference between prothrombim time, partial prothrombin time, and bleeding time! It was so simple I don't understand how biochemistry AND pathology overexplained it to a point where it didn't make sense. But it's probably also my fault, considering I thought plasma cells were platelets until recently. I AM DUMB.
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