I used to argue furiously with anyone who expressed the least bit of doubt about living a successful life in Ghana. From where I stood, I grew up in Ghana, reasonably comfortably, didn't die of cholera or dysentery or some other infectious disease, went to good schools and really, had no notion of extreme poverty or hardship. True, things might have been a lot worse if my parents didn't make the sacrifices they did, but I figured, if they did, then everyone else should be able to.
These days, I don't really care what who says. Part of it is my apathy showing, but part of it is also maturity in realizing that life happens. People start out with great idealistic plans and then realize that things aren't as easy as they seemed to be from afar. Some people left Ghana under terrible conditions and so really have no desire to return; others haven't been to Ghana in about 20 years and have a very warped view of what Gh is like.
Either way, whether or not someone returns to Ghana/the land of their birth/ancestry to live is a very personal decision- not one to be made by consensus or by some 18 y/o idealist who thinks she has all the answers.
Why do I bring this up, because it was an old post I started and didn't get round to finishing till now. But also because I found that priorities and ideas change with time. My desire to go back and work and like in Gh is no longer driven by some idealistic ideal of saving Gh from itself. Nah, its based in a very selfish desire actually. I want my kids, if they ever get born, to know their family and to be close to their grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and all the craziness that is my extended family. I want my kids to grow up in the secure way I did, and to know what it is to be surrounded by family and by love. I want to live a comfortable life, knowing that with all its good and bad and ugly, I'm in the place where I feel most comfortable and most confident. In effect, I want to maintain what I had growing up, and the best place I know to do that is home.
This is me at twenty something. At 18, I sounded very different and had very different ideals. Somehow, I suspect that at 30, my priorities and outlook will have shifted again, perhaps become more clarified. I don't know. All I do know is that I have a dream and a goal, and I'ma keep working towards that. Let me do me and work towards what works for me. As to what decisions other people make about where to settle or with whom or how or if........that's their business, not mine.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Cynicism and what it does to you
I've been called cynical by some of my friends. I counter that by saying I'm not cynical, just realistic. I'll admit though that yeah, in some things, I can be a bit of cynic. But my cynicism or lack thereof is not the point of this entry. This is about cynicism in the medical field.
It appears that something happens when people graduate from med sch and become residents. They get tired, they see the same stuff day in and day out. Unfortunately they are confronted by less than stellar behaviors from pts. They work long hours, get paid next to nothing and are the workhorses of hospitals. They're very tired (did I say that already?) and their buttons are much more easily pushed. As a result of all this, residents, I find, have little patience for some patients. Especially the ones who represent the "typical problem patient" for which ever specialty is involved. It may be the alcoholic who gets discharged from alcohol induced pancreatitis, and then returns to the hospital a few days later with the same problem. Or one who is convinced that he has some dire surgical emergency that never is. Or the one who comes and tells a sob story about having a pain or panic attack and only wants to abuse prescription medications. And on and on and on....
After seeing enough of these patients, the residents quickly lose their sympathy, and quite frankly have better things to do than to aid such behavior. So they send these pts out as quickly and efficiently as possible, and move on with their days. What happens then, when a patient actually has legit pain from cancer mets? or when a patient's pancreatitis is not from alcohol because they've been sober? Or the patient has undiagnosed or untreated psychiatric issues? or the patient goes home and tries to harm themselves? Unfortunately, these patients, with real and legit needs get shafted because of the actions of others- and in fact, sometimes due to their own prior actions.
The med students are the suckers who believe any and every story. In a sense, they're still fresh and new and unjaded. The attendings are removed enough and balanced enough that they can be a little more objective in recognizing real from unreal, and are more likely to give the benefit of the doubt. And even when the attending knows that this patient is faking or making things unnecessarily difficult, they have the foresight to see why this is and sometimes they address it.
In the end, a lot of different factors go into shaping a patient's care. Sometimes the cynicism is undeserved and represents a barrier to rapport building and sometimes to effective care. Other times, the cynicism is well deserved and every one breathes a sigh of relief when the pt is gone. Eitherway, the task for the medical team is to remember that every pt needs the best care and needs an equal chance. But seriously, the medical team is made up of human beings, not cleverly trained androids who just churn out cures. I wish there was a more just way of rationing care and keeping people who abuse the system confined or contained. Then people who dont abuse the system wont have to pay for the misdeeds of others who do.
It appears that something happens when people graduate from med sch and become residents. They get tired, they see the same stuff day in and day out. Unfortunately they are confronted by less than stellar behaviors from pts. They work long hours, get paid next to nothing and are the workhorses of hospitals. They're very tired (did I say that already?) and their buttons are much more easily pushed. As a result of all this, residents, I find, have little patience for some patients. Especially the ones who represent the "typical problem patient" for which ever specialty is involved. It may be the alcoholic who gets discharged from alcohol induced pancreatitis, and then returns to the hospital a few days later with the same problem. Or one who is convinced that he has some dire surgical emergency that never is. Or the one who comes and tells a sob story about having a pain or panic attack and only wants to abuse prescription medications. And on and on and on....
After seeing enough of these patients, the residents quickly lose their sympathy, and quite frankly have better things to do than to aid such behavior. So they send these pts out as quickly and efficiently as possible, and move on with their days. What happens then, when a patient actually has legit pain from cancer mets? or when a patient's pancreatitis is not from alcohol because they've been sober? Or the patient has undiagnosed or untreated psychiatric issues? or the patient goes home and tries to harm themselves? Unfortunately, these patients, with real and legit needs get shafted because of the actions of others- and in fact, sometimes due to their own prior actions.
The med students are the suckers who believe any and every story. In a sense, they're still fresh and new and unjaded. The attendings are removed enough and balanced enough that they can be a little more objective in recognizing real from unreal, and are more likely to give the benefit of the doubt. And even when the attending knows that this patient is faking or making things unnecessarily difficult, they have the foresight to see why this is and sometimes they address it.
In the end, a lot of different factors go into shaping a patient's care. Sometimes the cynicism is undeserved and represents a barrier to rapport building and sometimes to effective care. Other times, the cynicism is well deserved and every one breathes a sigh of relief when the pt is gone. Eitherway, the task for the medical team is to remember that every pt needs the best care and needs an equal chance. But seriously, the medical team is made up of human beings, not cleverly trained androids who just churn out cures. I wish there was a more just way of rationing care and keeping people who abuse the system confined or contained. Then people who dont abuse the system wont have to pay for the misdeeds of others who do.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Failure, and the fear thereof
Why do the most random things bother me? Why do I feel like I've failed at something which is really beyond my control? Why do I insist on basing my self worth on extraneous things and not on what truly matters- that I'm a child of God, who was wonderfully and fearfully made? Why do I keep looking to worldly markers of success, when I know that they're false? Why do I keep wondering what I look like in the eyes of the world? Why do I keep feeling so emotionally far from people sometimes? Like I always make the effort to reach out? Like I'm not really needed by many of my friends? Why do I need to be needed, and yet feel constrained by the demands of people? How and when did I get so selfish? Why am I so afraid that some dreams will never come true?
A friend of mine said in an email "I miss your no-nonsense ways" and I've often been called "the practical one". I don't feel nor sound very no-nonsense or practical right now.
"In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength" Isiah 30:15. I need to keep remembering and claiming this verse. I need to learn to rest and be quiet and be still in my God.
A friend of mine said in an email "I miss your no-nonsense ways" and I've often been called "the practical one". I don't feel nor sound very no-nonsense or practical right now.
"In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength" Isiah 30:15. I need to keep remembering and claiming this verse. I need to learn to rest and be quiet and be still in my God.
I am not a surgeon
I am not a surgeon. This is obvious. I'm a med student. But in the deeper aspect- I'm not cut out to be a surgeon. I dont have the talent, temperament or patience for that field, and this in pt surgery rotation is turning out to be some styles. See, it's not about what they do- I think the art of surgery is very cool. It's about the characters, and I'm really not liking the character's that I'm working with this month. This is a problem, because I need to become an active part of the team, and I need to suppress my dislike and disdain for the members of the team.
If I learn nothing at all during this rotation, I will learn that being a team player often means putting your thoughts and feelings aside and working with all sorts of people.
In the mean time, I need to keep doing the best I can and try to love all people. 1/2 way there.....
If I learn nothing at all during this rotation, I will learn that being a team player often means putting your thoughts and feelings aside and working with all sorts of people.
In the mean time, I need to keep doing the best I can and try to love all people. 1/2 way there.....
Saturday, September 25, 2010
To God and to a friend
Like everyone else, I have many insecurities and fears. Some are pretty obvious....anyone who knows me half well, will get a hint of them. Others are so deeply covered up, that sometimes even I forget that they're there. Or I can bs my way around them and have the world and myself fooled. But they're there......lurking beneath the facade of the sometimes confident 25 y/o woman who's still in school, but seeing a small flickering light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe the facade isn't that good anyways, and I just don't realize it. Dunno. I wish I could see what others see when they see me. I've tried asking people that.......never really works out well, because honestly, its kind of an awkward question to ask, and its not really something that most people think about actively.
Anyways, I digress. This evening, I've had to uncover some of them and deal with them. At least examine them. And it's an unsettling process. But thank God for friends and strong, wise women who aid the process.
So to my friend, J, who may never read this post. Thanks for being there. Thanks for listening and for talking. Thanks for showing me things that I don't want to see. Thanks for having my back. Thanks for making me cry, then making me laugh, but in all things, making me think. Most of all, thanks for reminding me that I have to relinquish control to God. Not that I have much control anyways, but still.....
Now, this medium being cathartic as it is and all, I'm not about to list my fears on the internet where anyone can stumble on them. That's what paper journals are there for. But at least, this is a start.
Anyways, I digress. This evening, I've had to uncover some of them and deal with them. At least examine them. And it's an unsettling process. But thank God for friends and strong, wise women who aid the process.
So to my friend, J, who may never read this post. Thanks for being there. Thanks for listening and for talking. Thanks for showing me things that I don't want to see. Thanks for having my back. Thanks for making me cry, then making me laugh, but in all things, making me think. Most of all, thanks for reminding me that I have to relinquish control to God. Not that I have much control anyways, but still.....
Now, this medium being cathartic as it is and all, I'm not about to list my fears on the internet where anyone can stumble on them. That's what paper journals are there for. But at least, this is a start.
Addictions
One of the things about adult medicine that frustrates me, is that many health problems are self inflicted. Many, certainly not all. Time, age, genetics, environmental factors...........all those play a part. But alcohol and tobacco really really really jack you up!!
In the past month, I've met a couple of patients who are alcoholics and are suffering from the effects of that disease. After a few days of hearing the same story in a different body, I began to get very very annoyed. Why on earth did people put themselves through this kind of pain? Why on earth did they even start only to find themselves so addicted and unable to stop? Why, really, why ? But then God started to work on me and remind me that I too have certain addictions. True, I'm addicted to neither alcohol nor tobacco, but how about blogs? books? cleaning my ears? food? And while the things I'm addicted to wont necessarily show up in physical manifestations and aren't inherently dangerous, they affect how I use my time, money, effort, thoughts, speech, world view etc.
So, I still get upset, angry even, when I see what abuse of substances do to a person. But I also remind myself, that people's stories and lives are more complex than their diseases. People don't just become alcoholics because they want to end up in liver failure neither do they become drug addicts because "well, why not?" Very often there are hurts and damages that go well beneath the surface and go way back in time. The substance abuse is often a huge and devastating symptom of a much darker and deeper problem. The thing is, knowing this doesn't make it easier to take or to understand. And it doesn't make it right. And it doesn't make the pain for the pt go away either.
Sometimes I hate these ambiguous thoughts/ideas/feelings that have no conclusions and no answers.
In the past month, I've met a couple of patients who are alcoholics and are suffering from the effects of that disease. After a few days of hearing the same story in a different body, I began to get very very annoyed. Why on earth did people put themselves through this kind of pain? Why on earth did they even start only to find themselves so addicted and unable to stop? Why, really, why ? But then God started to work on me and remind me that I too have certain addictions. True, I'm addicted to neither alcohol nor tobacco, but how about blogs? books? cleaning my ears? food? And while the things I'm addicted to wont necessarily show up in physical manifestations and aren't inherently dangerous, they affect how I use my time, money, effort, thoughts, speech, world view etc.
So, I still get upset, angry even, when I see what abuse of substances do to a person. But I also remind myself, that people's stories and lives are more complex than their diseases. People don't just become alcoholics because they want to end up in liver failure neither do they become drug addicts because "well, why not?" Very often there are hurts and damages that go well beneath the surface and go way back in time. The substance abuse is often a huge and devastating symptom of a much darker and deeper problem. The thing is, knowing this doesn't make it easier to take or to understand. And it doesn't make it right. And it doesn't make the pain for the pt go away either.
Sometimes I hate these ambiguous thoughts/ideas/feelings that have no conclusions and no answers.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
A timely reminder
Today at church I was reminded that God has good things in store for me in this life. It sounds like a very basic principle, and it actually is. But I get so caught up in the hard things I see on the floors and that I hear about, that I forget that much of life is good, rather than bad. At least, it has been in my experience.
And so as I go through rotations and ponder questions about health, illness, life and death, I think I have to keep repeating to my self- "God has good things in store for you". Where is this coming from? Mostly from the fact that hospitals are sad places. I've said this before but it still stands.
Patients in the hospital are often in pain, very vulnerable, at some low points in their lives. Their families and friends are in the midst of all this with them- it's not an easy thing for any body. The role of the medical team is to talk to them, to try and heal or at worst keep them comfortable. I think this is a heavy calling, and one that I find draining.
Then there are also the patients that no one takes serious for whatever reason- mostly social. Sometimes I cant help but be irritated with them. But sometimes, behind the social issues are real hard core medical issues that can be missed, and the team has to be careful to not dismiss a pt or his symptoms. But it's hard to remain objective in the face of a patient who is annoying you and pushing every single button that you have.
Medicine is a heavy calling. One that drains me, even as I like it and thrive. But I'm finding so far, that I'm not entirely sure that I'm cut out for the hospitalist setting. I'm also learning very quickly that I have to learn to leave "work" at "work". The dreams about patients and illnesses and everything are becoming a little too much now.
And so as I go through rotations and ponder questions about health, illness, life and death, I think I have to keep repeating to my self- "God has good things in store for you". Where is this coming from? Mostly from the fact that hospitals are sad places. I've said this before but it still stands.
Patients in the hospital are often in pain, very vulnerable, at some low points in their lives. Their families and friends are in the midst of all this with them- it's not an easy thing for any body. The role of the medical team is to talk to them, to try and heal or at worst keep them comfortable. I think this is a heavy calling, and one that I find draining.
Then there are also the patients that no one takes serious for whatever reason- mostly social. Sometimes I cant help but be irritated with them. But sometimes, behind the social issues are real hard core medical issues that can be missed, and the team has to be careful to not dismiss a pt or his symptoms. But it's hard to remain objective in the face of a patient who is annoying you and pushing every single button that you have.
Medicine is a heavy calling. One that drains me, even as I like it and thrive. But I'm finding so far, that I'm not entirely sure that I'm cut out for the hospitalist setting. I'm also learning very quickly that I have to learn to leave "work" at "work". The dreams about patients and illnesses and everything are becoming a little too much now.
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