Mile 14020 + 667.4: Shortie: New York Bound

Above: Sometimes on the road, if you pick the right one, you'll be the only one on it. Indiana Route 63, May 2010.

ANOTHER ROTATION,
ANOTHER LOCATION.

Sitting in a Panera Bread after checking-out after what I called the longest time I ever spent in a hotel room, I felt compelled to mark the beginning of the next leg of my medical adventure. I've enjoyed my time here in Decatur and I have a few more things to reflect on the area by the time I get to Binghamton, NY (provided the snow doesn't lock me out)! By this time tomorrow, I should be on the road, and 36 hours from now, instead of seeing the flat plains of the midwest, I'll be amidst the snowy hills of Appalachia.

On deck to reflect: journal clubs and being on call. Cya on the east coast!

Mile 14020 + 638.1: Countrified Conversation

Above: Traffic in today's Decatur Rush-Minute.

YOU NEVER KNOW WHO YOU'LL MEET
AT A COFFEEHOUSE.

Ever since I started writing in this blog, I have always written about what I like about smaller communities. My stay in Decatur (about a medium size city) has been defined by amazing patients, great faculty, and a very intensive learning experience. The city perplexed me with not only having two Starbucks locations, but both locations are within 200 feet of each other (one is located within a Target, and there's a freestanding Starbucks right in front).

As I was studying in the freestanding Starbucks this week, I noticed one of the people that walked through the door looked familiar. That person came to sit down at the table next to me. It was then that everything clicked. I saw that person at the hospital and she was in the family of one of the patients that I saw during rounds. I ended up extending my hand out to that person and introducing myself...

"I don't know if you remember me, but I was at the hospital when..."

Her eyes lit up, and one of those looks where everything clicked appeared on her face. Another person related to my patient in the hospital also sat down with her. He shook my hand. Little did I know that just opening up to them would result in a hour in conversation about health care, patient education, and even stories about health care that either discouraged us or inspired us about the field.

Let me tell you, hearing about the healthcare shortage in rural areas meant so much more from people from the areas themselves than the media. I was hearing stories about how much family physicians were critical for care here in Central Illinois, stories about doctors moving out to urban areas for better support, and how much family practice meant a lot to this family. I really appreciated the open honesty and conversation we had.

They asked me what specialty I was considering to go into. When I told them I was strongly considering Family Medicine, the man held out his hand, and as I grabbed it to shake it, he said, "We need people like you here." The woman then said, "Are you coming back here?" I explained my love for Central Illinois (being a part of the alma mater) and told them that I would gladly come back if they let me back in. We all laughed.

Small / Medium sized cities have always caught my interest. Yes, Decatur may not have everything that Chicago has in terms of lifestyle, but the people are who make the difference in experience. It's not every day that one can run into patients at the store or in a coffeehouse, but its a part of the continuum of care: knowing that one can talk to his/her doctor even outside of the hospital is reassuring to our patients and helps build that patient-doctor trust.

(It was awesome to see that my Iced Coffee Property has some actual basis.)

Mile 14020 + 236.4: The Superdoctor

Above: January 2011. With winter approaching, borrowing our AWD Ford Freestyle was appropriate.

ALWAYS GIVE
150%.

With this entry being halfway-written during my time in OB, this entry will have a first-day feel, but it easily relates to my intial experiences in Family Practice.

All first days of my rotations seem to be just about the same. A bunch of students sitting around a room, some knowing one student more than others, with an aura of silence that surrounds the room. A man in a sturdy, well-pressed blue suit walks in. Wearing glasses, and sporting fine (but well groomed) gray hair, the man definitely has a presence. As he looks around at us, we all fall into a bout of silence. As we look up, a friendly smile develops across his face and he welcomed us into OB.

We then knew we would have nothing to worry about.

During that first day, he was an example of a model teacher. Some of the most inspiring doctors that I have observed during my time in clinicals have a degree of charisma, passion, and love for what they do that really inspire me. One of the most inspiring things about him was his concept of the "Superdoctor." A terrific doctor, to him, is a doctor which can only diagnose & treat conditions after they've occurred. However a "Superdoctor" is able to prevent those conditions from occurring in addition to being excellent at diagnosis and treatment. Education of patients and anticipation of sequelae of diseases are absolutely necessary to pull this off (and something that I hope to learn. He said to always give "150%" to your patients; I most certainly believed him.

And this is one of the places I've seen this has been at my Family Medicine Sub-Internship. This is one of the things I really admire about Family Medicine, the time taken to know the patients and where they come from and their lifestyles. I've seen how knowing a patient can contribute to better anticipation of how a disease may progress (i.e. how to adjust a treatment plan for a patient who has been non-compliant int he past). I've also seen attending physicians and doctors set good examples for educating their patients, spending the time to advise them on what else they can do (than just the medication) to help out with their health.

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So, I'm sure you've noticed the mile formatting change above. Well due to winter, I ended up in a more "wintry" car for taking this cross country trip, so while my dad uses my car, I get to use an all-wheel drive car to make sure I stick to the road. So, after 14,020 miles in my Focus, it's time to pull these miles on the Ford Freestyle (the +236.4 and counting miles).

Living in Decatur has actually been pretty cool. With the wide range of patients that come to Decatur as a health center, I've met many patients from kids to adults and the stereotypical Midwestern family to the Amish. However, the patient population has been really receptive to the teaching environment, and not to mention patient. I really, really respect and appreciate that. This week, I participated in the resident clinic seeing patients. Next week, I get to spend some time with the interns on the inpatient floors.