Friday, August 17, 2007

Buzzing

What a rollercoaster these last seven days have been:
- Got my test scores back – very pleased with myself.
- Competed in my first triathlon – a goal I set for myself and trained for in 1 month (with my mom, who placed first in her age class).
- Started my first rotation at the hospital – words cannot convey how I feel, but I am enjoying everyday, and learning every minute!

And so the next chapter has begun, and many adjustments are being made for the new set points of normalcy in my life:

1) It’s normal to have bags under my eyes.

2) It’s normal to carry 20 lbs of paraphernalia in my pockets.

3) It’s normal to feel that 5 hours of sleep a night will suffice.

4) It’s normal to feel like a moron and have no real qualms about it.

5) It’s normal to be pimped on a daily basis.

6) It’s normal to have a racing heart at least 3-4 times a day while being pimped.

7) It’s normal to sample over 20 different liquid forms of medications and rate the taste during morning report……holy crap I’d rather chug a bottle of the homemade rubbing alcohol whiskey than take a tsp of some of those medicines.

Anyways – the other students rock, the residents are wonderful, my attending is an inspirational teacher………and the patients are priceless. I love it!

Friday, August 03, 2007

MIA

I know I haven't been writing, but not much is going on (that and the fact that its just weird blogging when I'm home, and everyone is a local call away). Truthfully, the only time I really feel like writing is when I have a nice academic stress buzz going on. So instead of boring you with some really inane writings of my day to day activities (sleeping and internet surfing), I leave you with a funny picture of the area in the library I happened to study for the USMLE in.......too bad I didn't actually have time to look through them!

Friday, July 13, 2007

I'm BAAAAAACK

Total cost to write the test ~ $750 USD

Renting an apartment for 6 weeks ~$425

Cost of books, question banks and any other preparation materials ~ $200

Food for 6 weeks ~ $250.00

Hours of my life lost studying in the library and any other waking moment of my day – too many too count (whatever 12-14 x 42 is)

Years aged in those 6 weeks ~ at least 10.

The feeling of walking out of the test centre knowing that it was all over (regardless of how the test went) ~ PRICELESS.

There are many miserable things money can buy, for everything else there’s:

Oh Yeah! Its good to be done – let my summer begin!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Wrapping up my week

I know I haven't been blogging much - its not like I can't fit it into my day somewhere. In actuality, my brain is so tired at the end of the day (and I have no internet access at my apartment anymore), that the only thing I come up with is stuff like:

Today I studied.
I reviewed the kidney.
Acids and bases are cool.

My mornings are marked with bouts of crankiness, and a true lack of desire to get out of bed before 6:45 am (this is highly unlike me). I've been having a hard time falling asleep at night, as all the thoughts that have been pushed aside during the day for study purposes come flooding back to my mind once I turn off the light. But aside from my daily grind, things are alright and I have to admit it is really interesting seeing everything come together at once. So many connections are finally elucidating themselves. I love learning!

Soooooo..... this morning while in the change room after a morning swim I saw something rather odd. I've heard about it and I've known a couple of people to do it (ironically they've both been asians.....). As I came back from the showers next to my locker was a little asian girl with her pants down, shirt off, and saran-wrapping herself. Yep, that's right, she was wrapping herself from her torso to her knees, and then proceeded to pull up her track pants and throw on a t-shirt. Now normally I am definitely not one to stare at people. I don't even gawk at road accidents as most people tend to do. But I'll admit - I got in some good sidelong glances. I didn't know whether to suppress laughter or throw my hands up in the air and cry out "for the love of God!"

Oh the things people do to themselves.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Anatomical Memories

This is what the sciatic nerve means to me:

While reviewing my notes and reinforcing my anatomy, a memory popped up in my mind of my first friend (who I can recall forming full sentences with). He was a boy named James who lived somewhere on my street. I’m not quite sure how we became friends, but I do remember he was the first boy to give me flowers. While receiving one of my booster shots, my pediatrician must not have been entirely in the upper outer quadrant of my buttocks injecting me - hence hitting my sciatic nerve, and leaving my leg in pain for the rest of the day. When James came by to play and I could not, he came back with a freshly picked bouquet of flowers. Looking over my notes for some reason reminded me of that day when James brought me flowers.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Study log 279

Okay that last post was seriously depressing, so I had to write something. I moved into the 2 bedroom apartment that I looked at over the weekend, and I’ll be here for the next 5 weeks. It's location is a 2 minute walk from campus, and definitely a step-up from the couch surfing I've been doing (I can finally stretch my legs out). But apparently I’m getting a roommate – some kid from Belarus coming here to do some chemistry research. Sounds like a barrel of fun…..all I have to say is they'd better be tidy. So here is my study niche, although once Rikin gets here it will probably be some table at the library (no, those aren't all my books in the picture in case you're wondering).

I've come to grips with the August 13th start date, and its benefits (more flexibility for electives hopefully). Anyways, I'm back to my books.....its my favourite stuff right now - Parasites!!!

Friday, June 01, 2007

Just shoot me

I apologize in advance for the excessive punctuation.....


Truth be told, I’m stressed right now. So I thought maybe writing things out will help me, and put a damper on my obsessive mind. Here’s what’s stressing me out:

1) USMLE USMLE USMLE

2) This weekend I’m going to check out the housing I will be living in for the next six weeks…..decisions decisions…..I have to decide between 1 of 2 places – each have their pros and cons. I’ve been living on my brother’s couch for the past week…..and I’m starting to get a little squirrely.

3) I just got my start dates for my core clinical rotations – AUG 13th! I want to cry right now, its just too early, I thought I wouldn’t be starting until the end of august/beginning of September. This early start date snowballs an entire cataclysmic series of things to stress about.

4) Now I have to really get on the apartment/car/visa issues/getting my life together thing.

5) &*#$! My summer is shot! I need a tattoo on my hand reminding me not to get my hopes up for anything these days!

6) I friggin hate this smog %@& I’m inhaling every time I go outside to exercise.

7) I hate when people don’t email me back…..lazy $&*#ers!

My rational mind is telling me there is no need for the level of stress I’m experiencing. The only thing I should be stressed about right now is the USMLE. Everything else doesn’t need to be worried about until after that event (July 12th). But damn, reading that start date this morning really threw me off! I just have to breathe right now. Breath and study, breath and study……………………..my mommy is visiting this afternoon, lets hope this decreases the stress (but it could go either way).

Friday, May 25, 2007

Entertaining myself

So I had a routine optometry appointment this morning, and they put the pupil dilator eyedrops in…..so me, being the nerd that I am decided to take pictures of my eyes, looking out the window…….because the eyes are the “windows to our soul”……so I thought it would be a cool pic, except you can see a shadow of my arm and the camera in it…….and yes, I know I’m a geek.


If you click on the pic you can see an enlarged version of my eyeball.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Gearing down and back up

It’s been four days at home. I figure in another two, my eyes will start twitching. Since I’ve been home I’ve gone to Somerset (a posh mall for the rich folk where I peruse the sale racks) in the States, and to the grocery store. After getting over my initial culture shock of the mass consumerism (as I do every semester), and only a minor panic attack from visual overstimulation, I’ve been avoiding making that dreaded trip to Walmart to replenish the toiletry supplies.

Now that I’m home my mind is blank over what I should write about. I’ve scheduled my test date for the board exams, which gives me a little over 6 weeks to prepare. It’s definitely been great taking a much needed break from studying since finishing in St. Vincent’s, but I’m ready to be out of my house and get down to business. I finally unpacked my bags and did my laundry, but it does suck a little knowing that I’m just putting most of my stuff back into the suitcase to leave for London so I can study. Since I’ve been home I seemed to have picked up a lovely mucous filled upper respiratory infection as which seems to be the pattern every time I come back up north. Anyways, here's a pic from a recent jaunt out on the water in a friend's new boat (good times are definitely ahead).

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Home bitterSweet Home


Well after much contemplation over what I should do with this blog, I debated over a few different ideas:

I should continue this blog.

I should stop being a narcissist and keep my thoughts to myself.

I should start a new blog so the rents don’t know the url and I can write about what’s really going on - and how I’m actually not in medical school but am a breeder/trainer of the majestic sea horse.

First off, I’ve decided to keep it, and continue with fluffy reflections (as if there were any other type). Perhaps a recipe section will be added or something....i dunno yet (if you have a suggestion you can anonymously post a comment). Given the title of the blog, and where my next location will be (Detroit!) I may have to change it to 65 days of sun instead of 365. Instead I’ll leave the title as a double entendre of what has passed, and my outlook for the future (whoa…..deep thoughts).

Anyways, I have to gear up to study for the next six weeks or so for my board exam....which is why it is a little bittersweet to be back at home.....along with the fact that its friggin cold people!


What I will miss from my time in Vinnies:

A minimum of 3 emails a day from my pharmacology professor, stating his every thought and intent without spell/grammar check.

Waking up and opening my balcony door to the turquoise-blue sea, palm trees, and the wafting scent of cannabis from the neighbors.

The school gym with its ghetto weight selection, boxing bags and a beautiful view of a harbour.

The friendliness of the locals pretty much everywhere you went.

I imagine I’ll start to miss the incessant cat calls/compliments/stares – it really starts to feed a girls ego.

The sun

The warmth

Crazy but relaxed driving style – people don’ honk because they’re angry, they honk to say ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’.

The serenity

The vegetable and fish market – you can’t beat the freshness.

All of my friends

The rum - they don't pour drinks anywhere else in the world like they did there!

Anyways, thanks to all of you who have taken the time to read my blog over these last two years. I want to give a special thanks to all of you who have left me comments (mostly Nick), as it has encouraged me to keep writing.

And so begins my life back on the mainland.........

Monday, May 07, 2007

One more to go

Call me crazy, but I actually felt a tinge of sadness today while I was writing my last pharmacology exam. I'll be honest......I don't wanna go home yet! One more exam to go - pathophysiology, where I try yet again to understand the magic of breathing, only this time in a diseased state.
For the past two days Soca/reggae/50s oldies music has been blaring to announce the start of Vincymas - basically the biggest few weeks of partying on the island of the year. Hearing this definitely does not keep me in the studying mood.

Anyways, I know this is a random and slightly disjointed post, but here is a picture from the health fair we did a couple of weeks ago up at the north end of the island. It was a nice last community experience down here, but it was definitely sad to see how most of the problems were eyed related - nobody wears sunglasses down here, and so many people have diabetes and hypertension.

Friday, May 04, 2007

The End of an Era

Today is the last day of classes. Not only is today the last day of lectures for the two years of the basic sciences component of my medical studies, this completes the end of my classroom life as I know it. I have been in a classroom learning setting for the last twenty years of my existence. Holy #$&%, scary considering I have nothing to show for it other than some abstract paintings my mom kept from kindergarten, and a few pieces of paper with stickers and ‘important’ signatures.

So after thinking about this and its meaning while beginning to pack my things for going home, this was the first thought that popped into my mind:

“So I guess I should probably stop dressing like a 15 year old tomboy wearing cheap t-shirts with tacky pictures on the front”.

Somehow I just couldn’t figure out where a shirt with a Pegasus would be appropriate in the next stage of my journey. There’s always pajamas….

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

A Letter to My Housemates

It has been an absolute pleasure living with you all this semester. One could not find a more motivating and well-balanced combination of people to live with. You have kept my goals in check, and my health habits on the wagon. Whenever I would feel myself wavering, it was impossible not to notice the dedication of everyone around me. It has been fabulous to be able to share information with you all and learn from each and every one of you. You are the future doctors that others should aspire to, in exemplifying what it truly means to take care of your health. I feel very appreciative to have found myself in such a supportive environment.

To Lindsey (my motivation to keep going) – I am enamored by your energy, and your flawless phenotype for which I will forever strive to achieve.

To Megan (my secret femme crush) - I am inspired by the way you are able to balance all aspects of your life in a non-neurotic way. I will always smile when I think of your ‘free-spirited’ running.

To Augustine (my aspiration when the going gets tough) – It has been wonderful to have someone to communicate health and life philosophies with. You are a wealth of wisdom, and a great listener.

Thank you for helping make this my best semester ever!

Love Dana

So I guess it wasn't the landlady....

Click on the pic to read the article.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Going crazy

So I started the final phase of Alwyn Cosgrove’s Afterburn lifting routines, that I’ve been doing for the last 14 weeks or so. My geeky biochemistry alter-ego likes to refer to it as Cori Cycle Conditioning, as every morning I play the mental game of Dana’s Brain vs. her Liver (basically mind over matter). Every now and then I encounter a group of 5 guys at the gym in the morning whom I scathingly refer to as the “Coffee Shop Boys” (CSBs), because they all sit around and spend the majority of their time hogging benches to chat on. It pisses the hell out of me, and when I’m pissed at the gym, it’s very difficult to focus and get an excellent workout in. Well, the CSBs were there this morning, and I gave them my best “I’m hiding a crow-bar up my pant-leg” stare every time I had to grab weights, and they were blocking the way while chatting it up. Not the greatest way to start off my day….and lets just say it hasn’t improved…my bed and the fetal position is looking really tempting....

Sunday, April 22, 2007

An Obligatory Post

We have approximately 21 days till our final set of finals. I'm ready to be done. It's not that I don't love the island, its just that I am so sick of the daily grind, and the complete lack of motivation I have for studying. Normally I am excited to start my day when I wake up in the morning, instead I find I am pushing myself to do the bare minimum to get by.
Anyways, enough of my whining depression. Last night our class went on a 5 hour boat cruise, with a DJ and steel drum band aboard. The music was wonderful, and it was nice seeing a lot of people from my class out.......but by the end of the 5 hours I was relieved to get off the boat and away from the crowd. I think I get a little anxious when put in unescapable enclosed places after a certain time period......
Here are a few pics from the evening:
The steel drum band really made the night. By the end of our evening everyone from our class was up and dancing. It was funny watching how we would all dance from one side of the boat to the other as it rocked back and forth on our ride home.

Rikin got his hair corn-rowed and he totally looks like a thug. I did my best tough-assed impression.













The bottle in my hand is actually not beer, but a very refreshing non-alcoholic beverage called 'Bitter Lemon'. If I could, I would ship a case home so you could all try it.
I almost forgot to mention - we finally found out our clinical rotation placements for next year. I will be stationed at St. John's Hospital in Detroit! I am soooooooo ready to be done with this vicarious book learning!!!


Monday, April 16, 2007

My head hurts

Today I had a test.
It was fun.
A full 7 hours of fun.
Fun like dental drilling.

Without anesthesia.

I'm going to go anesthesize myself now.

My 2 Cents

When I first wrote this it ended of being a full two page rant…..but then I realized it’s probably not the most exciting thing to read for most, so here’s a snapshot of how I feel:

Since the new vaccine protecting against cervical cancer has come out, I’ve been reading articles over parents’ opinions on whether their daughters should be vaccinated. Questions over whether vaccinating will promote under-age sex are a popular topic of argument between parents and some non-secular authorities.

I am outraged. If a known cancer causing disease can be eradicated from the face of this earth, does it really matter how the disease is transmitted? This was an especially annoying opinion I read of one parent:

“Paul, 41, initially believed that protecting Freya against a sexually transmitted disease — when she has only the loosest concept of what sex actually is — was simply irresponsible”

Well Paul – does your daughter know how she can catch measles, mumps, rubella, pertussis, tetanus, and hepatits B? Did you try and explain those things to her when she had those vaccinations? My guess is probably not. My guess is that it didn’t even cross your mind to explain it to her, because regardless of how those diseases are transmitted you are protecting the present and future welfare of your daughter.

I would go as far to saying that HPV virus causing cervical cancer is the last thing that teenagers and many young adults are thinking about when they engage in sexual activity. I highly doubt that a female knowing she is protected against cervical cancer will alter her attitudes and values on sex – those morals will be well formed (and partly instilled by her parents) before she makes her decisions.

In Africa studies have shown that male circumcision is protective against HIV transmission in heterosexual males. Suppose the government strongly urged parents in the Western world to have all uncircumcised males circumcised, I wonder if the same hostility would arise on whether it would promote promiscuity or not.

There are many things that facilitate the spread of disease – poverty being the number one cause in most parts of the world, but in a society of plenty, it is sheer ignorance that provides an ample breeding ground for infection.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

An enjoyable test

Are those two words even allowed to be next to one another???


We had practical clinical exams this past week. I had mine today, and I have to say that although I didn’t really believe those who took it before me – it was fun! We had 7 different stations that involved everything from history taking, physical examination, x-ray reading, EKG reading, and prescription writing. It was great because at the end of each patient oriented station we received feedback from both the patient and the clinical tutor, so it was a very effective learning experience. At the beginning of the semester we were in a state of disbelief when they mentioned we’d be taking a history and doing a relevant physical within 7 minutes. On my walk home from the exam it finally dawned on me……wow, I’m really gonna be a doctor!

I’m totally riding this wave of adrenalin out, because boy has there been some serious depression around here these last couple of weeks. I heard what the weather is like up there….I’m seriously seriously sad to be leaving the Caribbean in another 4 weeks :(

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Rejoicement

Because you all really wanted to know....and I'm so glad I don't have a pituitary adenoma.... the hypothalamic-pituitary axis is back on track....and if you don't understand what I'm referring to its probably better off that way because these types of details shouldn't really be shared in the first place....but YAY! I did a celebratory dance when I found out....

Monday, April 09, 2007

Culinary coping

After a great weekend in Bequia I returned to the immutable gloomy slump our class seems to be in. So seeing that I will be unable to feed off any other source of somewhat positive energy I had to devise a plan of my own. I needed a new goal list, a renewed focus, and an afternoon of cooking to sort things out. Within my three hour cooking bender I managed to produce spinach and flaxseed pie, chicken coconut curry, chicken stirfry, and roast zucchini. I’m pretty sure I’ll have to freeze half of everything, but it felt good to be focused on getting something done (and anytime I can be alone to hum phantom of the opera music always seems to dissipate worries). So without this post sounding any more boring than it really is, here’s a pic of what I woke up to on Easter morning.

Sometimes I have to remind myself "hey, at least I'm not cold", and everything feels just a little bit better.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

After the Storm

Well, after finishing the midterms, and moving through phase 3 and back into phase 1 of med-student life, I tried to find some suitable pictures to post up. Unfortunately my deviant-eyed face popped up in far too many of the pics, and so here are a few of the more suitable ones.
As if we haven’t been stressed out enough, our week has been filled with extra classes, assignments, emergency meetings, and the decision for some to move back to Grenada in light of recent events. We have two comprehensive exams approaching, and I think most people feel burnt out, angry, and depressed. Its weeks like these when I wish I was in grade school again. I could stay home feigning sickness on the couch, curled up with a comforter sipping flat ginger-ale, while waiting for my Tata to come home from work to pet my head and say “it’s okay child, everything’s gonna be alright”.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Scary stuff

For as tough as I tell myself I am, or as strong as I may feel when I’m doing my workouts it all shatters when I read something like this:

All 5th/6th Term Students:

Please be aware that we had 2 breakin's last evening. Unfortunately, one of these crimes involved a sexual assault of a female student. The deadbolts in the last breakins have been defeated by cutting into the door-jam and then apparently levering over the deadbolt. Please be vigilant and follow the usual safety procedures

ESJ

And I think it really sucks sometimes to be a girl, and have the feeling that you want a male around to feel protected……I really resent that, because realistically when I think of the majority of guys in my class (not all, but many of them), they’d be just as powerless as most girls in the same situation. But they’re guys, and being sexually assaulted is not at the forefront of their minds.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Stressssssssssssssssssssss

Med students have been described existing in a cyclic 2 (possibly three) phase state:

1) Preparing to study for an exam

2) Studying for an exam

3) (Drunk and passed out after the exam)

With that in mind, the following senseless ramblings are just a taste of the bizarre and ridiculous thoughts running through my head (I’m obviously in phase 2)…….phase 3 can’t get here soon enough.

As I look down at my bowl of dried out chicken (forgot it in the oven), romaine lettuce and a mélange of other vegetables I blanch in disgust and force another bite down my throat. I want to throw it away, but I’m absolutely certain that my cortisol levels are through the roof, and if it even tries to catabolize an ounce of my muscle I swear to God I’ll seriously induce adrenal insufficiency on myself (just joking I need my cortisol for the short term memory enhancement right now). I think a great product that would really take off among med students are Soylent Green type crackers. Or food pellets……better yet some sort of automated pellet dispenser that dispenses food capsules with all the needed macronutrients, vitamins and minerals in one swallowable pill……..because its nearly impossible to find time to eat decently, and trying to incorporate 10-15 servings of vegetables and fruit on a daily basis….. compounding this with a 5 inch stack of notes to read through…..only one more week that’s all…..one more week…..

Earlier in the day…..

Ever been scared witless, followed by that feeling of extreme exhaustion after? Yeah, that’s how my day started off. I’ve decided I’m a specist (pronounced Shpee-sist), this is akin to a racist, only instead I’m prejudiced against certain forms of species……like canines…. because they were quite possibly going to tear my legs off and then go in for my jugular this morning. I saw how they were looking at me (the same way I look at a cow……mmmmmm meat……). Something I definitely did not need at high stress times like these. This is how my morning started out on my supposedly stress relieving run …..

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Our Lady of Loopyness

“If she told me she saw Jesus I would have believed her. I just can’t believe a burgler would come into the apartment”


- our Landlady, after the downstairs apartment break-in

We don’t know where our landlady is really from, and how on earth she ended up living here for the last 20 or so years, but I think that if you were not brought up with the local island flavouring it turns you into a bit of an eccentric. From time to time I could swear the apartment is under video surveillance, because this woman seems to hear and know everything. I find myself looking up at the ceiling and wondering if that little screw hole actually contains a screw or some expensive monitoring system, taping me to make sure I don’t put anything on the walls (which are repainted every semester I might add). She pops up at the most inconvenient of times– this stiff, awkward, emaciated looking woman. She chides us on endless minutiae and talks circles around her points, while we try to find ways to placate her neuroticisms. Each of us has our own theory about this lady. My roommate has jested that she is the source of attempted burglary. Dressed as a catwoman, she scales our balcony at night, trying to break into the apartment (or watch for Jesus sightings). My theory is that she is harboring some sort of parasitic worm that has emaciated her body and is working its way through her brain. What ever her story may be, there are a few missing screws from the wheel, and I’m wondering when its going to teeter off.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Rubbish

Sorry folks, I’m out of pictures this week. There were no exciting outings or trips to other islands. I’m afraid it’s going to be pictureless for the next little while as it’s that time of the semester again…..exam time. I thought 4th term was a hectic overload, but apparently that was just a warm up, only a taste of what was to come. I feel as though I’m standing in the middle of a hay field, with a broken pitchfork and instructions to rake and bail the entire field, by hand (and I think I’m allergic to the hay).

They’ve officially put bars on all of the windows in our apartment. I hate it. All I need now are the orange pajamas to complete the look. Before they put the bars up I had my plan of attack in place for potential burglars with my skipping rope and duct tape nearby to use after I took them out with my Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon moves…….. (hey, we all have our kung fu fantasies…….....) so it was only a little disappointing when I came home after class to find they had installed the last set of bars in my bathroom.

I was ambushed the other night by a fleet of mosquitoes, and was reminded of the joys of first semester when I thought I had chicken pox again, but it turned out I just had a lot of bites. I think I had to replenish my iron sources the next day because they sucked that much blood out of me. Anyways, I have to go pull up my sleeves and rake that proverbial hay field….

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Cricket


Because the Caribbean is hosting World Cup Cricket, a couple of them were in Vinnies. On Friday, we took a class trip to watch Australia play England in an exhibition match. So I finally learned some of the rules, and started to understand why watching cricket was so much fun (of course it had nothing to do with the alcohol).

After watching the Aussies obliterate the English team, we decided it wasn't quite yet time to get back to our studies, and slowly made our way out to a local bar. Aziza, Ashley and I were the first to arrive at the bar, and to our surprise, the English cricket team was out, drinking off their disappointing loss. We ran into the bathroom to try and furiously rub off our Australian flag tattoos we had on for the game before they were spotted, although its remnants were quickly recognized. What a fun day we had, definitely a sport I’d watch again.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Blah

It’s reached that point in the semester where I’m starting to feel a little of the amotivational syndrome (either that, or the weed I constantly smell burning next door is having some sort of effect on me). My schedule has turned into such a grind, that by the time I get home in the evenings I really don’t feel like doing much of anything. And because we’re so close to finishing our time down here, I’m really getting that itch to be done with it already.

After a week of listening to the host of Unsolved Mysteries lecture us on Infectious Disease, I can’t shake an impending sense of doom. It’s as though the end of the world is nearing, and if I don’t die of the Avian flu, I’ll most certainly get some sort of needle stick injury in the hospital……or contract a necrotizing skin infection from Group A Streptococcal infection by an accidental poke with a thumb tack……hey, he said it, not me. Anyways, normally I’d be at the gym by this time but I decided to go for an afternoon workout seeing as I’m usually ineffective for a good two hours after I return home from class/lab/hospital. I need a fascist drill sergeant to get me back into gear (although at this point I’d probably prefer to be whipped than to read my notes).

Bequia

Saturday afternoon a group of us took a ferry over to the island of Bequia (pronounced Beckway). The island is absolutely adorable, and the beach was amazing - comparable to Grand Anse beach in Grenada.
This is the ferry we came over on. The ride back to St. Vincent's was a lot of fun, as it was storming. I'm glad I don't get seasick.
This is the Bequia harbour we sailed into. Once there, we rode in the back of a taxi/pick-up to get to one of the beaches.
This pic is on the boat ride back, right before the rain started and we're all still dry. All in all this is definitely an island I'll have to visit again before I leave. Apparently there's a place to go see turtles, and you can also take your car over on the ferry to get around.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Sailing trip


Sunday we went on a class sailing trip. Our excursion began with a quick flight to Union Island where we boarded the Captain Yannis catamaran.

We first visited the Grenadine island of Mayreau for a refreshing swim and some much needed sun after a previous weekend of intense studying. The water was absolutely gorgeous, and the most beautiful shades of turquoise and aquamarine.

Breakfast, lunch, and drinks (all day) were served on the boat. I have to admit, this was the best rum punch I've had during my time in the Caribbean.
Our next stop was at a Tobago Cays island, which allowed for some snorkeling, and water fun. If I were to describe a desert island, it would have definitely looked like this one. Other than the guy selling T-shirts and sarongs, I don't think it was inhabited by anyone else.

Our last stop was on Palm Island, which appeared to have a nice resort. Of course we stopped in for a decadant frozen drink, for some much needed refuge from the day full of sun.






We sailed home just before the sunset......it's good to be a med student in the Caribbean.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Gawd!!!

This is what you call a waste of money research:

No need to diet AND exercise to lose weight

It's like studying whether using a sledge-hammer or dynamite will both tear down a wall. Well no duh they both work. I don't even want to actually look up the article to read - the summary already pissed me off enough that they're wasting research dollars on a study like this.

5 min later......after reading through the study design and methods......

If these scientists actually did a decent review of literature of the research coming out from the exercise physiologists they would have realized their study is akin to reporting they've just proved that the earth is not the centre of the solar system.

Click here if you want to torture yourself with the article.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

On a more serious note...

Normally on this blog, I keep things fluffy and reflective on day to day events….but this is a topic that makes me really mad. It makes me angry on a number of different levels all the way from government, corporations, the burden of health care costs, doctor shortage, physician ignorance, individual ignorance, and general laziness. Today we started covering the drugs used in the treatment of diabetes, and I could feel the old rage returning.

It’s estimated that type 2 diabetes aka non-insulin dependent diabetes mellitus (NIDDM) affects over 20% of all North Americans over the age of 65. This is the diabetes that used to be associated more with adults, but now it’s becoming increasingly common in children. NIDDM is now considered one of the fastest growing epidemics in North America. So that 20% number is growing, and we continue with our societal trends, that number will be closer to 1 in 4, or 1 in 3 by the time we reach 65.

How can you get NIDDM? Well, there are a lot of associations, but the main ones are linked with obesity along with an increasing resistance to insulin and a decreased ability of our cells to make it. And, as always there is some genetic predisposition – but in my opinion, that’s a cop-out (if we never took responsibility for our habits, and blamed everything on genetics then I’d be an obese, depressed, alcoholic with skin cancer).

Anyways, the point of all this is that type II diabetes is avoidable. The first measure of treatment for the disease is weight reduction and dietary control along with an oral therapy (not insulin). But consider this, if you're a 65 year old person, who’s used to a certain lifestyle and health habits, change at that point is almost futile. Most people fail within 5 years, and then have to face the constant blood picks to monitor glucose levels, and self injections. It really does take at least half of our life to form certain habits, so why not make good habits now so we don’t have to worry about them later.

We all know how its possible to become obese, but how do you create insulin resistance? Well, starting from basics, our body releases insulin in order to take glucose into our cells. A major source of glucose in our diet is from carbohydrates. But….I’m not saying that all carbohydrates should be restricted, I’m referring to those fast absorbing, simple digestible carbs. If your diet now has a lot of items such as white bread, bagels, white rice, muffins, cookies, pop, fruit drinks, anything with really colourful packaging, this is the stuff that really squeezes the insulin out of your cells. I could go into things like ‘glycemic index’ and ‘nutrient timing’, but the main message is just like a person can get burned out, the same thing can happen with the insulin cells (and then you’re in trouble).

Make changes now, start replacing your white bread with whole wheat, or multigrain, trade that muffin for a bowl of oatmeal (not the sugary individual packaged stuff). Making little changes now, means we don’t have to make big changes in the future. Other ways to really make our insulin cells happy is by having balanced diet. The goal is to make our blood insulin levels nice and steady instead of a spiking and dipping mess. So next time you sit down to eat (meals and snacks), look at your plate. Do you have a good source of protein to go with that multigrain bread? Are you getting good sources of fat in your diet – olive oil, nuts, avocado, fish oils (there’s a lot of great articles out on the benefits of fish oils), are there vegetables on your plate at every meal?.

Basically what I’m saying, is now’s the time to take a good look at your health habits, because the older we get the harder it will be. Even if you may appear “healthy” on the outside, doesn’t mean that you’re not slowly destroying your insides. One of my motto's is to do what you can, when you can, because you can. Be aware, be responsible for your health – just because there’s medicine or treatment for it, doesn’t mean it will make our lives better.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Please shoot me

You know things are going a little crazy when:

1. You start filling your waterbottle with coffee instead of water.

2. You start questioning what day of the week, and month of the year it is, because you just can’t remember anymore – and it doesn’t help when there are no seasonal cues.

3. Canned black beans complement any meal.

4. So does uncooked oatmeal with frozen brussel sprouts.

5. You wake up at 5am to start studying, and by 2pm its nap time, and when you wake up, you can’t believe that its only 2:30, and you have to study for 9 more hours.

6. You start cursing the annoying microscopic ants that are perpetually in the bathroom, even though you’ve taped all possible window entries.

7. You’re not freaked out by the fact that someone tried to break into the apartment and you don’t want to file a police report because it would take away from your study time.

8. You start giving yourself “would you rather?” if you had the choice questions – like “would you rather get a hook through your nasal septum, or study for this test?”

9. You don’t care that you probably smell.

10. You write stupid lists like this to procrastinate.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Dear Desk Chair,

You suck. You are the most uncomfortable, inconvenient chair for this right handed desk. It’s impossible to open any drawers without repositioning you because of your stupid arms. I can’t pull myself close enough to the desk because your malformed arms bump into the drawer. I hate you. If I had my way and there were trains in this country I would take you to the middle of a train track and laugh while I watched you being obliterated. More conveniently though, if I had a hack saw I would give you an arm-ectomy. And then I would resect 2 inches off all of your legs.
Worst of all, I’m actually thinking about this because you are undermining my concentration. Bastard.

Regards,
Dana

P.S. You are being replaced after this next exam.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Colon Cleansing Quiche

The title of this recipe is appropriate for my recent review of GI system pathophysiology and my love of alliterations. Not only is it healthy for the brain, heart, and gut, it can be eaten by the celiac sufferers, as it is gluten free. If you are an irritable individual, prone to visceral hypersensitivity, make sure you do not eat this in an emotional or stressful state. For my constipated comrades (you know who you are) I hope this will bring you some next day relief. And for those mindful males who pride themselves on the quantity of matter they produce, I’m sure this recipe will not fall short.

*The original recipe is adapted from John Berardi’s Gourmet Nutrition cookbook, with a few alterations on my part:

¾ cup ground flax meal
½ cup ground almond meal
1 egg white
Mix together, and press into oiled, round baking dish.

2 whole eggs
3 egg whites
1 bunch of asparagus, chopped in small pieces
1 can mushrooms
1 chopped onion
Chopped turkey breast (as much/little as you’d like)
6 Tbsp. low fat plain yogurt
½ cup shredded cheddar cheese
½ tsp. cinammon
Dash of salt, pinch of pepper

Mix together and pour on top of the crust, sprinkle ½ cup of mixed ground flaxmeal and ground almond meal on top (I also like to add cayenne or ground hot red pepper). Bake at 400 for ~30-35 min.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

The Gyney Grinch

Up until yesterday, all of our hospital visits have been positive learning experiences, and we would always leave the hospital feeling exhilarated over what we had learned. Yesterday we were on an OB/GYN rotation, with a rather formidable woman, whom I’ve affectionately nicknamed “the Gyney Grinch” (my second choice was the Obstipated Obstetrician). We were instructed to take the history of a patient that was being observed for Gestational Diabetes. At this point in our studies, we still have yet to do any course work on pregnancy….which is sort of odd…..they keep skipping over it even during embryology, physiology, and pathology.

Anyways, it was a huge turn-off to have the doctor constantly rolling her eyes at us, keeping a look of disinterest and a hint of ‘your wasting my time’ sighs. I'm prepared to be taught through humiliation – that’s one way to learn, and I’m ready for it if need be, but what set her apart from any of the other doctor-teachers that we’ve had is she did not convey the slightest interest or joy for her job. Even the comments she made about the patient we had interviewed gave me the impression that it was a waste that they were running tests on the patient at this point during her pregnancy. Once we finished our session with her and left, a fellow student commented: “at least we didn’t cry like some people in other groups” (WTF?!). Just like the Grinch who stole Christmas, the Gyney Grinch stole our dose of hospital enthusiasm for the day. Biyotch!

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The British are coming!

Every other week we have clinical skills lectures given by English doctors or misters (that’s what they call their surgeons). To use an expression of my mother’s - “it’s a hoot” to listen to them talk. The Mister opened up his lecture with a rather unPC joke:

‘How can you tell if a Chinaman is jaundiced?’

We were all laughing at the fact that he actually said it (thankfully there weren’t any ‘Chinamen’ present in the lecture). Anyways, some other great words and phrases that made me swallow my giggles during lecture were:

- calling genitalia ‘bits’, as in ‘covering the bits’

- patients coming to you with their ‘woes’

- something about ‘having the vicker over for tea’

Along with funny English expressions, I absolutely love it when I see words spelled in the English way - like foetus, anaemia, or haemoglobin (I know it's kind've of weird and nerdy, but it gets me a little excited).

We also seem to be finding out the truth about ‘percussing’ during the physical examination, which was so vehemently stressed in Grenada. It sounds like it’s rarely used in UK/US. Perhaps one day they’ll drop it from the teaching……kind of like how doctors don’t taste their patient’s urine anymore…..because there are waaaaaaaaaay more effective and accurate tests to diagnose. But as mentioned by the doctor – being here in a place where they do not have access to a lot of the fancy equipment and tests, is a great place to build a strong foundation of the basics.

Monday, January 29, 2007

House:SVG

*SVG – St. Vincent and the Grenadines

Just like they have shows like CSI: New York, and CSI: Miami, they should make another version of House. Only it should be set in a third world country, where they don’t have even half of the tests that can be run, and patients that have to be shipped to another island in another month for an MRI (if they can pay). Then we’ll see how many cases House can solve. Or maybe they should just make a show called Medical MacGyver, that would be way more interesting - he could perform open heart surgery with duct tape and a pocketknife. Now that’s a show I would watch…..

We saw a patient today that possibly had Guillain Barre syndrome, but they didn’t have the tests that could be done to confirm it, and they didn’t have MRI to rule out multiple sclerosis. Compound the case with no recent respiratory or gastrointestinal illnesses, or any other sickeness for that matter, and cerebral spinal fluid indications of bacterial infection with no meningeal signs…..it was totally like an episode of House….House:SVG “where your guess is as good as mine”.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Random happenings

Get ready for some disjointed, unflowing reading, because these are all random thoughts and experiences of my week.

This is what is left of what I found in my bed this morning when I woke up. It was huge, gross, and totally creeped me out. I’m gonna rate this newest ‘bed bug’ finding more disturbing than the beetle incident from last summer. On the bright side, at least I know what those bizarre looking bites on my legs are from.

Anyways, the days here fly by and we have a ridiculous amount of material to keep up with. I read an article this week about the punishment of a Muslim man for drug use - it was to memorize the Koran in 6 months. Then I thought they should have just sentenced him to our pharmacology course.

……………….okay, I just chased a little gecko out of my room………..

While in Grenada on campus, there were an abundance of stray cats. Here in Vinnies, I can’t say that I’ve even seen one, but there are stray dogs everywhere! Most of them seem pretty docile, but every now and then you’ll see one growling as you walk by. In Vinnies, we have to be a lot more careful with our surroundings. There has already been an attempted assault on a student while she was out running, and a thieving incident while the person was in her home. So even though my walk to school is a mere 5 minutes, and I can see the security booth for half of the walk I do feel hyperaware of my surroundings.

The other day while walking home from school, in my hyperaware state and ready to fight any potential attackers, I saw one of the growling dogs in the distance. Because I was in human attack mode, I started off ready to stare the dog down with the best impression of my father’s ‘I will kill you’ look and then boot the damn thing into the bushes if I needed to……but then I remembered, you’re not supposed to stare animals in the eye because it will threaten them. I’m glad I avoided that fight.

Monday, January 22, 2007

An exhausing week

I'll be honest, I have lots of things I could write about, but frankly I'm feeling tired, and I have no witty sarcasms to add to my post. My week was extremely busy and exhausing, and it ended with a challenging and awesome hike of the island's volcano : La Soufriere. I could describe the hike for you, but I'm truly feeling lazy so here are a couple of pics from the event.

Looking down into the crater

Resting after a 4000 ft climb

My writer's juices don't seem to be flowing like they were last semester - hopefully once things get really busy and I don't have time for anything I'll feel like writing more.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Back to my reality

I’m sitting here on my balcony writing this blog. The view from the balcony is absolutely breathtaking, and my bedroom has a door that leads right onto it, so while I’m studying I can glance out to coconut trees and the sea.
Every time I look out into the distance, this is what I see:

And then I think to myself – ‘this is the life’. Click here to view some apartment/balcony/walk pics, and pics from the Seven Sisters hike.

I arrived in Vinnies last Sunday evening without my luggage, and not surprised in the least. St. Vincent’s has a totally different feel from Grenada. It is such a beautiful island, and the people seem nicer here than in Grenada. There are definitely more amenities on the island, especially downtown where most of the shops and markets are located. Vinnies isn’t as touristy as Grenada is, which is nice because the downtown vendors are definitely not as pushy.

The driving here is a little daunting being on the left hand side, sometimes only in single lanes. Complex this with wind-ey, twisty roads, no traffic signs, and some unavoidable potholes, and it leads to an adventure every time you get in the car (this island would be a great location for some good cart racing). My apartment is wonderful, and is probably one of the nicest places I’ll have lived for a long time after I leave the island, so it’s too bad no one is coming to visit (ahem).

My housemates and I got up early Saturday morning to go to the fish market. The catch of the day (the only fish they had) was tuna, so I’m excited to try it tonight on our little charcoal grill. I’ve joined the local gym, which has just about everything except AC and clearly readable numbers on the outside of their dumbbells. The scanty gym on campus surprisingly has 2 Everlast bags hanging up, so I’m back in business for all of my training needs.

Well, that’s all for today – once we get internet to our apartment I’ll try to post more frequently. Plus, I’ve been busy watching the sailboats go by.