Mile 14020 + 2482.6: Main Street

Above: Americana at its best. The aluminum-sided diner on a business-lined Main Street. Red Robin Diner, Johnson City, NY.

BACK TO THE
BIG CITY LIFE.

... more on that in a bit.

My four weeks in February were my first four weeks ever in New York. And to many people, when I mentioned that I was in New York, the first thing they ever thought was "New York City." And I was like no, there's more to New York than NYC. But I can understand, with NYC's metro area being almost twice the size of Illinois as a state itself in terms of population, there can't be much more. But to me, a traveling Midwesterner, I had to explore the world of upstate NY for myself.

So after four-weeks in the flat-land of Decatur, I found myself in Johnson City, New York. It was quite a change, being amongst the hills of the Appalachians, but I found it quite enjoyable. A part of me wished I could ski, so I could go up and take advantage of the hills, but I'll be honest, the beauty of the area was just awe inspiring. It was my first time to the Northeast ever, but the hospitality of New York State made my stay quite memorable (not to mention having someone at church giving me a genuine hug before a week before I hit the road!). Binghamton was one of the cities that had a culture and identity of its own while combining a small-town feel into the variety of things to do in a bigger town.

However, I wasn't there to simply enjoy myself. I had an Internal Medicine Subinternship to accomplish. A new routine had to be learned, but I was pleased I got to work with two groups I had limited interactions with in my past: 1) U.S. medical students - I had some experience with them in OB, but not as closely as I did here. 2) Osteopathic medical students and residents. As for the latter, I took advantage of my four weeks, and got to watch what made them exactly "different."

And to be truthfully, during rounds and having discussions, there wasn't much different there. So I asked one of the residents that I worked with, "What makes osteopathic medicine, osteopathic?" And all of a sudden, I found myself doing a process called "rib raising" on a patient with a ventilator. The philosophy (and forgive me if I get it wrong me being an allopathic student) is to give more room for the lungs to breathe air by increasing the space between the scapula and the spine. A very cool thought. I saw other osteopathic manipulations that involved very fine finger dexterity and sensation that I could only see years of practice mastering. I really enjoyed I could learn something new over the last 4 weeks, as I don't think there's only one right way to master the art of medicine. Somehow we all have an approach that works, and as doctors, we stick to it.

But one thing that I noticed about my 8 weeks on the road, was the value of overnight call. Yes, I would end up tired and pooped after 24-30 hours on board, but then I would realized the value of staying up. To interview patients and get those History & Physicals of unique in-the-middle-of-the-night cases was amazing. I remember in both the ERs of Decatur and Binghamton, I'd stand there at 3 AM figuring out how I should attack the history of a patient. Perhaps it was the novelty or even the academic satisfaction of getting my brain to work at such an early time in the morning. I learned a lot during those hours in the morning, and that's something I'm thankful for.

Now, my drive has brought me to the world of Columbus, Ohio. Where I'm doing ICU. More on how this rotation has a different way of looking at patients in my next entry.