Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A Weekend In the Hub

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity for a weekend vacation to Boston.  I expected a metro replica of NYC, but I was pleasantly surprised with the city's beauty and cleaniliness.



On Friday, I boarded a boat to go ~ 40 miles out onto the Atlantic for a few hours of whale watching.  The day was overcast, cloudy and a very chilly 50 degrees.  The three hour tour gave a great view of the Harbor, the Lighthouse and the Harbor Islands.  One of the Harbor Islands contains the old, isolated fort buildings used to house POWs, the cemetary and the former mental institution that Boston native Dennis Lehane used for inspiration when writing his book "Shutter Island."  After an hour in the cold wind, I was craving some Starbucks - SO readily available in Boston! - and didn't care so much about the whales anymore.  Fortunately, we did get to see some whale antics, the sun peaked out for a bit, and the trip was considered a success.





On Saturday, I toured the sights of Boston by land and water via the Boston Duck Tour.   This is a fun "must" for anyone visiting Boston - especially if you are a history buff.  The "DUCK"  is a renovated WWII amphibious landing vehicle - like those used to take ammunition and soldiers onto the beaches of Normandy.  Each "DUCK" has an unique and comical ConDUCKtors who narrates the tour, which includes the golden-domed State House, the Bunker Hill memorial, Boston Common and Copley Square to the Big Dig, Government Center to fashionable Newbury Street, Quincy Market to the Prudential Tower, and the brand new "Glammer Slammer"  Boston Jail.  After the land tour, the DUCK converts to its boat form and slides into the Charles River for a water tour. 

The DUCK boat being used for it's original purpose.
http://www.bostonducktours.com/


The renovated DUCK splashing into the Charles River.

Saturday was the hightlight of the weekend; after the DUCK Boat Tour, I had dinner at Sel de la Terre.  To my excitement, my very awesome host was able to score a chef's table at the great French restaurant.  Sitting at the Chef's Table allows patrons to sit at the edge of the kitchen and watch the head chef yell at his cheflings, in addition to enjoying the food.  This was unbelievably cool - the best "reality show" ever!  And being a fan of "Hell's Kitchen," I was also psyched to find out the one of this past season's contestants is actually head chef for Sel de la Terre.  

All in all - great trip, great company and great food!  Can't wait to visit again.......

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Lessons From The Locum

I have to preface this blog with a bit of a disclaimer. As I reflected on its content, I realized that I would soon need to read this as much – or more – than anyone out in BlogLand. In a few short months, I will be starting in a new hospital, living in a new house, in a new community, in a new country. While exciting, the days ahead are going to be very frustrating and challenging. I am glad to write these things down now – because I may need a reminder of these lessons in November.

1- Don’t change anything in the first 3 months.

It is very easy for us Type A personality doctor types to come on the scene and immediately assume the role of leader. We are all excited and eager to show others that we have initiative and intelligence. When presented with a problem, we are mostly likely to solve it using methods that have been successful for us in the past. If something doesn’t seem to be working well, we are typically quick to offer an alternative option.

However, when you start as the new man/woman in might better serve you to try to blend in a bit before you try to become the ringleader of the circus. In your first days and weeks at a new employment, you may find yourself asking, “How do you typically do this…?” more often than you say, “ I want to do it this.”

When I first decided to approach the new workplace with this attitude, I was worried that it would make me appear unsure and ignorant. But it actually did the opposite. It’s allowed me to develop a great relationship with the nurses and staff, learn protocol and the reciprocal hospitality has been overwhelming. Once you’ve established a good rapport with your new co-workers; if there are specifics you really need, then ask for it. By establishing relationships first, you’ll seem like much more personable and much less demanding.

2- Don’t answer your phone while standing in the deli section of Wal-Mart.
Just a happy reminder that once you are out of residency and are on call – you have to be extremely careful where and how you answer your telephone.

3- Choose your battles.
This is related to number one, I suppose, but extends beyond just being the "newbie". Whenever starting a new job, you will find that things are handled the same --- yet different enough to sometimes make you uncomfortable. This is when choosing your battles comes in: Am I uncomfortable because this solution is adequate but not my preference OR is this solution not adequate? Oftentimes, the answer will be the former. This happens in hospitals in some many ways, but the repercussions are far-reaching.

For example, one of my fellow Ob/Gyns told me this story from her new job: Her first night on call as an attending, a patient in early labor requested pain medicine. In her residency, the drug was used Stadol for pain control during early labor, so she ordered Stadol for the patient. The nurse replied – “We typically just give Nubain.” But my friend preferred Stadol and decided to go with habit. The nurses at the new hospital hadn’t used Stadol in years and were not accustomed to the changes that it could cause in the baby’s fetal heart tracing. My friend received 2 phone calls because the nurses and in house resident were uncomfortable. My friend went into the hospital and reviewed the tracing – it was overall reassuring and consistent with Stadol.

When I talked with my friend after this, she admitted that there was no reason that she should have given the Stadol over the Nubain, and in fact by doing so, she had cost herself sleep and given her patient and patient’s family unnecessary anxiety because of all the extra room traffic. Now, some devil’s advocates may be thinking – shouldn’t a doctor give the treatment with which they are most comfortable? In some situations maybe, but we must remember that all of our reactions have consequences and there may be times when its better to compromise.

Compromise may also bring opportunity for education. I have been amazed at how much I have learned since I left residency! It has been partly because of the ever-present and terrifying knowledge that I am responsible - but it is also because I’ve learned its okay to ask questions instead of just giving orders.

Fun to watch, but maybe not the best role model.....?

Saturday, September 4, 2010

The Best Laid Plans....?

So.

For now I am working a locums job in SomeWhere, Ohio, as a laborist.  I have found the whole concept of taking my Ob/Gyn skills on the road as a independent contractor to be both educational and lucrative.  It has been wonderful being able to manage patients independently, and luckily, the nurses and my partner, OtherDoc, have made the transition from residency to attending both enjoyable and easy.  I am mainly responsible for Labor and Delivery, but I am available to help out with Gyn procedures and office coverage if needed.  The SomeWhere Hospital is not crazy busy like my residency and it is refreshing to actually be able to have a conversation with patients.  There aren't any Ob/Gyn residents either, so I've been able to practice operating solo.  Overall, the best part has been just learning how things are handled differently: medicine preferences, monitoring techniques, etc...   The learning definitely has not stopped and it's been fun to pick OtherDoc's brain to see how our training is the same and how it differs.

But onto the two questions that inquiring minds want to know: #1 What's the plan with Kenya?

The plan is: I will continue working locums full time until second week of October and then I will be working sporadically - picking up another couple weeks of work until my big move. 

My departure day for Kenya: NOVEMBER 29!!!

And #2: What about Teddy?  

YES, Teddy is still going to Kenya, and YES, I believe he is excited, and NO, he will not be in danger from any lions, tigers, bears, wildabeasts or monkies. 
For now, please be much in prayer as I pack up my house, try to sell my house and prepare for my departure. 


Teddy At Christmas Last Year....  :-)

Friday, September 3, 2010

In The Beginning....

I never planned to be a doctor. I never planned to be a missionary.
When I was 5, I wanted to be a jockey - the horse-riding kind. When I was 13, I thought I would be the next Stephen King.

It’s a little intimidating - meeting people who received their “call” to medical missions while I was entering poetry contests.

I began pursuing medicine in high school when it became apparent that writing fiction was not going to be my sole bread winning endeavor. I wanted to do emergency medicine. Then in college, there was my love affair with Forensic Pathology. Finally, in 2002, I discovered the two things that would form the pillars of my future: Ob/Gyn and medical missions.

It’s interesting to see how God works through the twists and turns of our lives- what seems to be the longest possible route - is exactly the road we needed to travel. And human plans and expectations are often not those of our Father.

Over the next 6 years, I studied medicine, entered Ob/Gyn residency and made medical missions a favorite “hobby.”

In February 2009, I went to Sudan. I often tell people that the trip changed my life. It’s not hyperbole. There are just things that happen sometimes and you KNOW - you know - that nothing can be the same. That was Sudan. Far away from home, in a land that time and man has forgotten and forsaken- I collided with fear, and hope, and suffering. I realized how we can smother and cover the grace of God with bells, whistles and technology, but out there - there was nothing... it was me, a patient, a prayer, the heat and the thirst. It was so easy to feel and see and hear the presence of God...all the time. Suddenly, medical missions was my purpose...it was on my mind nonstop...I was consumed with how I could do more...train to be better....make time for more travel. Names, faces and stories crept into my prayers and my dreams. In short, I was homesick for a land that was not mine.

I know how it feels too be called to do something. I wasn’t called at a young age. I haven’t always been the best role model, but I have been called. I don’t know what God has planned for me in 2 years or even 2 months. But if I continue to follow God’s call with obedience, no doubt the journey will be amazing!

"I am the LORD your God, who teaches you what is best for you, who directs you in the way you should go.”- Isaiah 48:17

Sudan 2009- Koli
Koli was 23 years old and had 2 sons
She had a complete uterine prolapse, protruding outside the hymeneal ring
At first, her husband did not want her to have a hysterectomy because she
Had not yet given birth to a live female infant. After much prayer and discussion with her husband, he was able to understand that a hysterectomy was necessary for Koli’s longterm health. She traveled to Kijabe, Kenya, and had a vaginal hysterectomy and was doing well when we returned to the village in 2010.

 



Sudan 2010 – Wuno
6 years old
Adorable little girl with a history of a “bug bite” that got infected(?) and then was “cut” several times by local healer and others. She developed chronic osteomyleitis and was unable to bear weight when she found us, months later. She was taken to Kijabe Hospital and had multiple surgeries, grafts and antibiotics, but praise God! lived and maintained use of her leg. Her grandmother, who I believe was a loving Christian woman, stayed with her in Nairobi.