Medicine From The Trenches

Experiences from medical school, residency and beyond.

Why I chose Surgery (Part 1 and Part 2)

Part I (an earlier post)

I can vividly remember starting my third year of medical school. My school chose our third-year schedules for us and I remember some of the angst of my fellow classmates when our schedules were posted during the summer between our second and third years. I was in the midst of a wonderful Pathology fellowship that I had received for scoring very high in my Pathology course. I was assigned to various Medical Examiners offices and to the Pathology Departments of a couple of very large teaching hospitals. I had been spending the summer doing everything from crime scene investigation to transfusion medicine to bone marrow transplant. It had been a great summer. I was very strongly considering Pathology and Transfusion Medicine as my specialty.

I stopped by my Dean of Academic Affairs office and was told to wait for my USMLE Step I scores. The school had received them before I had received them. I took a deep breath because I really hadn’t prepared myself for facing the prospect that I might have failed that test. I sat in a chair outside the Dean’s inner office and ran a couple of scenarios as to what I would do if I had failed. I would quickly sign up for a retest and I would only miss one rotation at the start of third year. Since I was doing Pathology, I could study in between cases and get my preceptors to help me with covering the material.

The Dean came out and handed me a sheet of paper. I had to just sit there in disbelief. Not only had I passed, I had done extremely well. I was on my way. It was hard to hold back the tears of joy because I had studied about two and a half weeks for Step I. My fellowship had the requirement that I take Step I by the second week in May and my last exam from second year was on April 28th. I would be starting third year and I would be starting third year on Pediatrics with one of my best friends as my rotation partner. Life was good… I found out later that two people from my class did not pass USMLE Step I. It was very sad because one girl ran down the hall screaming and sobbing when she received her score. That put loads of people on edge.

I started third year on Pediatrics. It was a good rotation and I received Honors. I really enjoyed taking care of patients and I was very popular with the residents because I could place IVs and draw blood. I had also spent loads of time with an excellent pediatric pathologist so I knew my congenital defects inside and out. I could interpret cath reports and I was quite comfortable in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. I had been a Pediatric-Perinatal Respiratory Therapist before starting medical school so the interns found me quite useful.

My second rotation was Psychiatry. This was one of my best required clerkships. I knew that I wasn’t going into Psychiatry (you know these things early) so I was free to enjoy the rotation and pick up anything that I could. My preceptor was an excellent Consultation-Liaison Psychiatrist who exposed us to everything from the wards for the criminally insane to hard-core substance abusers to schizophrenics and other stuff. I earned another Honors grade and got some excellent experience. I learned above all that I was not crazy, my friends are not crazy because I spent loads of “quality time” around people who were genuine crazy.

My third rotation was Family Medicine. I had a great preceptor who even delivered babies. This rotatations was entirely office based but I learned to do prenatal exams and care for entire families. I also learned how and when to refer which is great stuff to know. My preceptor was extremely brainy and “pimped” me on just about everything. Turns out this was a good test for USMLE Step II because we either discussed or I had to report on most everything in Family Medicine that was on the shelf exam or on USMLE Step II. I received Honors for this rotation but decided that I really did not enjoy being out of the hospital too often. I also did not enjoy the slow pace of the office.

Holiday break came and I was happy to be done with shelf exams and rotations for five weeks. I knew that Surgery was coming up and my friends had warned me to be ready for two months of pure hell. The rotation is designed so that you spend your first month on General Surgery on one of two services: Trauma or General Surgery. I drew Trauma out of the hat and I received the condolences of my classmates. I figured, “you can do anything that you want with me but you can’t stop that clock.” No matter how bad, in four weeks, it would be over.

I was hooked on Surgery from my first case. It was a total colectomy with four females operating. My chief resident was female, the junior resident was female, the attending was female and I was female. We talked about shoes and Chanel suits during the case. I tied tons of knots and helped the junior resident close the incision. It was heaven. I found out that I loved Trauma and I couldn’t wait to be on call every third day. I had the time of my life and I loved everything about surgery.

My next month was spent on ENT and then on Cardio-thoracic and Vascular Surgery. I scrubbed every case that was assigned to me and many cases that were assigned to some of my colleagues. I became hooked on Vascular Surgery during that rotation. I loved the detective atmosphere on Vascular and loved taking care of the patients. My chief resident on Vascular taught me some great pearls about making sure that even with an amputation, fashioning a well-constructed stump can make the difference between ambulating and not ambulating for the patient. It was great stuff.

After Surgery, I rotated through OB-Gyn. I hated everything about this specialty. This rotation became my only High Pass during third year. I just couldn’t get into delivering babies and I wasn’t thrilled with tubal ligations. I wasn’t thrilled with spending too much time in the clinics and offices. The one bright spot was the Gyn surgeries which I excelled at. I learned the surgical anatomy like a sponge but I knew that this was not going to be the specialty for me.

I finished up on Medicine and Neurology. This would be my final sixteen weeks of third year. I was fortunate to have medicine last because this made study for USMLE Step II a snap. I totally enjoyed Medicine and Neurology but my heart was back in surgery. All of my Pathology experience really paid off because I aced these rotations and moved onto fourth year.

My faculty adviser was chairman of surgery and helped pave the way for my entry into this specialty. I was also co-president of the Surgical Society during my fourth year which also helped. My USMLE scores were good so this helped too. I had some awesome interviews and I landed at a great residency program. My experiences began there and they keep on.

As I continue to write, I will be posting more of my experiences.

Part 2 Why I chose Surgery.

As I moved through medical school, I knew that any specialty that I would enter had to have the following aspects:

  • Ability to have long-term relationships with patients
  • Ability to see every type of patient under a variety of circumstances
  • Practice in office, clinic, hospital, intensive care, operating room and emergency department.
  • Ability to handle a wide variety of clinical conditions
  • Ability to deal with both acute and chronic conditions
  • Ability to perform many procedures

The only specialty that met all of those requirements for me was Surgery. I also loved the aspect that I had to utilize my knowledge of both medicine and physiology to the surgical patient both preoperative and postoperatively. This was very appealing for me. I also utilize pathology and biochemistry to a great degree especially in my teaching of surgery and surgery practice. Again, this made surgery a very attractive specialty.

I definitely started out in residency with a strong interest in vascular surgery. Not only were the vascular surgical patients among the sickest in the hospital on any given day, I also loved seeing the immediate aspects of my work. Once you increase blood flow to an extremity that had previously been lacking blood flow, you see the immediate effects both good and bad. I also liked becoming very familiar with wound care and the healing of chronic wounds.

I had heard about the “surgical personality” and that some surgeons were very difficult to deal with but that never became a factor in my choice of specialty. I don’t care if the devil himself is teaching me if the teaching is good. Fortunately for me, that was rarely the case and my knowledge base expanded exponentially with every year of training. Good teaching is good teaching and good faculty allow you to grow and learn from both them and your mistakes in a constructive manner. I also found that I could profit from the mistakes of others at time too.

The other factor that did not deter me from surgery was the horror stories that I had heard about the residency experience. Yes, sometimes I had to work long hours but those long hours yielded some of the best teaching of my life. Yes, I did miss parties and social events but that happens with any aspect of medicine and comes with the territory. Physicians often work long hours taking care of patients who are sick. If you don’t like to take care of sick patients, medicine/surgery is not the career for you.

Finally, I have a very good life. I do something that is very interesting and I give my patients 100% at all times. I have encountered some physicians who were psychotic, neurotic, dishonest, unprofessional, racist, sexist, anti-Semitic and just down right stupid. The interesting thing is that I am none of those things and my life is good.  Good will goes out from me to my patients and it come back to me in droves. Yes, I work very hard and under extreme conditions at times but I have been blessed with an even temper and a love of my fellow humans.

If you choose a specialty, choose for what you know that you will enjoy doing in most aspects for the rest of your life. If not, you have many years of misery ahead of you. Conditions of practice will change and your income is largely based, not in how hard you work, but on what third-party payers are willing to pay for your services. If you can’t deal with this aspect of your chosen profession, get out as soon as you can.

If you choose a specialty because the rest of your classmates were in awe of you, you are likely going to be very unhappy in that specialty. Specialty choice is personal and your classmates will not be entering residency or practice with you. You, and not your classmates, will be the person at 0400h who is admitting that patient with the chronic condition, thousands of medications and multiple needs. You have to love that aspect of medicine/surgery as much as you love the other aspects of medicine/surgery.

Finally, you have to be a ethical and honest person. Showing up at the church door every Sunday does not make you a moral person if you know that deep inside yourself, you couldn’t be honest with yourself, your patients or your colleagues. You may not “like” everyone that you work with or work on but you have to have respect for them and give them your best. In short, you can’t be having a “bad day” unless you are on vacation. If you are prone to allowing external influences to influence you internally, you are going to have a difficult time medicine/surgery.

Especially with surgery, you will find yourself multi-tasking, juggling six or seven balls at once, shifting up and shifting back on a daily basis. That’s the nature of the work and the challenge of the work. If you can’t do this, surgery is going to be tough for you on a regular basis.  In short, I have never had a day that was strictly “routine” unless I was just teaching for the entire day.

Finally, take some time and get to know yourself and your career needs because after all, this is YOUR career. Your parents, your significant other, your classmates or anyone outside of yourself, can’t make this decision for you. You have to know your competitiveness for certain specialties (forget derm if you struggled with every aspect of medical school including boards) and you have to have a good idea of how competitive you are for programs within that specialty.

Also, remember that while residency is when you will hone your skills, it is a short period out of the length of time that you will actually practice those skills. Again, I heard that surgical internship was the worst time on earth but I actually enjoyed my experiences during internship. I heard that surgical residency was the worse time on earth but it wasn’t. No residency program is going to be perfect but unless you encounter dishonest or illegal activity, you can live with residency. The clock is always ticking and time passes (quickly in most cases).

Residency requires hard work and hard study. In my case, during my first two years of residency, I studied far more than at any point in medical school in addition to getting my work done. At times, I was “bone tired” but I made myself read and study (minimally for 30 minutes daily). No, I didn’t get to the gym as often as I would have liked and I didn’t hang out late at night (outside the hospital) but I did live pretty well and my significant other saw as much of me as he could stand anyway.

18 July, 2008 Posted by | medical school | 3 Comments

You Can Go Home Again…

This is going to be one of those posts about a nice experience that I had in the last couple of weeks. A few weeks ago, I was covering for one of my colleagues who was out of town at a meeting. He asked me to stop by an outlying hospital to check on one patient that he had there. This patient was going to be hospitalized for at least another four of five days and I was happy to look in on him for my friend who would do the same for me if necessary.

The patient was out of the room having a diagnostic study completed in the radiology department. A very distinguished gentleman was patiently waiting for him to return. He sat in one of the chairs at the bedside with a magazine on counter-terrorism (spy business). The magazine immediately caught my eye as someone I had known many, many years ago, was an expert on counter-terrorism and a writer. I introduced myself and said that I was the covering physician for my colleague who was out of town. The gentleman said that he was told that I would be the covering physician and introduced himself as a relative. I told him that his loved one would be back from radiology in a couple of minutes and that I would wait.

I also mentioned my old friend who was a writer and who was a counter-terrorism expert. It turned out that this gentleman knew my friend’s writings very well. Their paths had crossed many times in the past. He was also able to tell me that my friend had moved to another state from when I knew him and that I should get in touch with him. I made a note on my “rounding sheet” with my friend’s name and about that time, the patient returned from radiology.

A week or so went by and my secretary asked me about the name on the rounding sheet. “Was this a new patient?” she asked. I had to laugh and tell her “goodness no” but the name of someone that I knew in my “other” life long before medical school and even before graduate school. I told her of my life before college teaching and medicine and said that I had thought about the person from time to time but had no contact. I told her of the patient’s relative and she looked up my friend’s phone number, leaving it on an index card on my desk.

Last Sunday, while I was finishing up some of my paperwork, I called my old friend. He was not available at that time but he returned my call about 45 minutes later. I must admit, I was very happy to hear my friend’s voice. He sounded much the same but was a very nice reminder of how everything in my life has prepared me for this profession. I believe that he was surprised that I had entered medicine and surgery because they were so far away from my previous life but I am reminded of how small our word is and how much one phone call from an old friend can just be one of the nicest things to happen.

I hope my friend’s life has been as rich and rewarding as mine. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t pinch myself to make sure that I am not dreaming. I really love my work and taking care of my patients. I am honored that they place their lives and health in my hands and I never find this job routine. Even something as simple as doing a favor for a friend who was out of town has brought just a little extra joy in my life and the renewing of an old friendship that I thought long past. Enjoy the little things in life as they are precious

12 July, 2008 Posted by | medical school | | 2 Comments