My trip to India with the Himalayan Health Exchange this past month was one of those experiences that proves nearly impossible to share with those at home. There are nuances of sight, sound, taste, and spirit that defy all medium of communication. That being said, I will attempt here a simple summary of our itinerary in an effort to offer a glimpse into what was a truly life-changing journey...
At Logan Airport I met Patrick, Kendra, Regan, Kristen, and Pete, the other members of the 'Boston Crew' flying via Air France to Delhi. We had an uneventful flight to Paris Charles de Gaulle and settled in for a lengthy layover at the gate for our connecting flight. While we were camped out chatting, stretching, and snacking on $14 (7 Euro) croissants, we were found by Mike, who was mistakenly put on an Air France flight from NYC to Delhi even though he's from D.C. Anyway, the flight to Delhi was lovely - good food, good movie selection, good sleep - up until the landing. There was bad weather over the city so we had to circle for a while (may I advise NOT watching the little real-time map that shows the plane forming loops around your destination in such a situation). The circling was interspersed with panic-provoking, nausea-inducing, prayer-invoking lurches and dips which forced me to hunch over with my eyes closed and hands clasped until the wheels made contact with the blessed runway.
At the airport we were greeted by Peter, a member of the HHE staff, who packed us into cars which took us to our hotel for the night. Since we were an uneven group of seven, one of us had to volunteer to take a single room. Patrick, a true Southern gentleman, gave up Mike as his roommate so that I wouldn't have to be alone in a strange Indian hotel overnight. Excellent. Up until the point Mike and I open the door to our room and discover a single ROUND BED. Yes, you read that correctly. Needless to say, it was a hot, hot night. So hot, in fact, that we slept on far corners of the round bed (yes, it is possible... necessity is the mother of invention) with occasional inadvertent grazing of stray limbs.
In the morning we met several other members on our trip on our way to the train station. We took a train to Chandigarh where we met more staff members and our retinue of drivers and Jeeps which would become a cornerstone of our routine. We had a very bumpy, long drive up to Dharamsala, specifically McLeod Ganj, a tiny mountain town where His Holiness the Fourteenth Dalai Lama and many Tibetan refugees now live. We stayed there for one night, but I was already in love and couldn't wait for the two days in McLeod Ganj at the end of our trip. In the morning we loaded back into the Jeeps for another long bumpy drive to Chamba, our first clinical site.
None of us were fans of Chamba. The city is fairly modernized and there are a few hospitals and medical centers. Our services seemed superfluous as we set up clinics in nice buildings and saw patients with very generic complaints of joint pain and gastric reflux. Indeed I did lose my sanity on our last day of clinic when every single school-aged child showed up and claimed to have "teeth pain" so they could satisfy their curiosity about the strange American doctors. Don't get me wrong - I love kids. Just not bratty, uncontrollable kids messing up our clinic.
Needless to say, we were all glad to leave Chamba and begin the first of many hair-raising drives along narrow mountain roads. There's no better cure for a fear of heights than looking out of the window of the Jeep and noting the sheer drop into a lush valley just as an enormous bus approaches from the opposite direction and the shepherd behind you decides at that moment to urge his flock to pass your vehicle. We arrived in Bir, a beautiful town with monasteries and lovely views of snowy peaks in the distance. Our 'campsite' was the definition of luxe camping since we had large tents with cots, linens, and electricity, as well as separate bathroom facilities with hot showers and Western toilets. We set up a few clinics there as well as provided routine care to the monks at the Sherabling Monastery, which was a lot of fun.
From Bir we embarked on an incredible trek from Billing at 10,000 feet to Barot at 7,000 feet. I was still suffering from lingering knee pain after my car accident, but my colleagues provided unparalleled support and care to me so that I could participate in the trek safely and comfortably. Regan, aka Osteopath Extraordinaire, wrapped my knee with athletic tape and Gabe, aka My Personal Sherpa, fashioned a walking stick for me and carried my day pack in addition to his own gear. I couldn't have enjoyed the trek as much as I did without the generosity and selflessness of my teammates.
In Barot, we were camping for real. In a muddy cow-patty covered field. In the nonstop rain. Whee. We did have access to three Western toilets but showers were a thing of the past. Instead, buckets of water were warmed each morning for us to use in dark stalls next to the toilets crawling with spiders from the set of King Kong. Our first clinic day there was as delightful as our living conditions. Despite being indoors in a community health center, we were as cold as if we were outside since none of the windows had intact glass. The wet, chilly draft blew through the building mercilessly and I had to wear two sweatshirts, a hat, and gloves to be marginally comfortable. Luckily the staff made lots of hot tea and procured some coal heaters which we huddled around at lunchtime. I was not sad to leave Barot.
Our next stop was the village of Ropa, seated deeper in the mountains but at a lower, more temperate, altitude. We were greeted at our campsite by a sudden hailstorm and strong winds, the terrible weather apparently moving with our caravan. Luckily, this was the case only for that single day. We were thrilled to wake up the next morning to bright sunshine reflecting off the clear stream that rushed along next to our campsite. Trees with thick green leaves grew along the banks and there were plenty of large boulders perfectly suited for reading and journaling in the sun. This was the most rural site we had camped in thus far. There were no Western toilets or private bathing options; the thick trees and sizeable boulders provided convenient cover for these necessary activities. For the first time in my life, I discovered the exhilaration of relieving oneself in the great outdoors. Even better, after a long day in clinic, we were overjoyed that the sun was hot in the sky and the cool water of the stream was a lovely place to bathe. I found a nook between some large rocks and reveled in the feel of fresh water and soap on my skin. Just washing my face and hair immediately refreshed me, a simple pleasure for which I had a new appreciation.
The next village and final clinic site was Gadagusain. Once again we were at a slightly higher elevation of about 8,000 feet and the chill in the air was evident. We did have access to two Western toilets and bathing rooms, but the government-owned building was poorly maintained and the bathrooms were among the more filthy I have ever used in my lifetime. Feeling the need to walk on the tips of one's toes despite wearing all-terrain hiking shoes in a bathroom is a bad sign. Drawing on my new ‘survival’ skills, I decided that bathing was not required and that four days without cleaning myself was quite acceptable. Fortunately my tent-mate had a similar philosophy so I didn’t feel self-conscious about any unpleasant odors I may have been emitting in our tiny living space. Our clinic at Gadagusain was unique in that we were able to pitch our medical tents in the open space just next to our campsite. This proved to be a double-edged sword. While it was quite convenient to stroll to clinic after breakfast instead of piling into the Jeeps for an inevitably bumpy drive there and back, it was evident that the local villagers saw our private campsite as an extension of the public clinic. As such, many children and a few adults would comfortably position themselves for hours on end on the fringes of our camp, seemingly fascinated by our daily activities of eating, doing laundry, and even simply reading or journaling. In all honesty, I found this voyeurism a bit unnerving since I am not accustomed to being watched during my routine goings-on. More than that, however, was the feeling of utter lack of privacy or solitude. In the few stolen moments by myself in my tent or even relaxing in the sun, I felt the presence of several human beings and found it difficult to ignore. In addition to watching our every move, the villagers were quite shameless about observing closely as we would interview and examine their neighbors. HIPPAA has not yet spread its influence into this part of the world. For the most part, this was more of a nuisance than a hindrance, and simply closing a tent flap would solve the problem.
The real challenge of crowd control presented itself one morning when business as usual was brought to a halt by an acute issue. A small crowd of men hurried up to our cluster of tents, carrying with them a wheelbarrow-esque contraption in which lay a young woman. At first, I thought the woman was elderly and possibly disabled and had no other means of coming to our clinic. When I realized the woman could not have been much older than me, I looked closer. The woman’s eyes were closed and fresh blood was dripping from her lower lip. In rushed, frantic Hindi they told us that this woman had fallen while walking with them earlier that morning, and it had taken them three hours to carry her down in their makeshift stretcher from their fields to our clinic. We immediately hollered for Joe, an emergency medicine resident, and he calmly joined our team as we tried to orient ourselves to this developing trauma case. Joe exuded the calm focus so crucial in emergency medicine and talked me and two other students through a neurological assessment of the patient which revealed a diminished level of responsiveness. Since we didn’t have a collar to stabilize her neck, my friend Patrick donned gloves and held her head still, lest a spinal injury become worse. A few other students managed to fashion a collar out of some stiff foam, but it was sadly inadequate as the patient began to stir and was moving her head despite the restraint. Joe gingerly examined her mouth but was hesitant to be too aggressive since we had limited tools and would be unable to intervene effectively in case she had loose teeth or worsening bleeding with a thorough exam. Her level of responsiveness improved rapidly as we began wiping her face clean, and she began waving her arms and shaking her head, still unable to open her eyes or make a sound. Restraining her was a task, and the need to get her to an adequately equipped medical facility became urgent. Satisfying ourselves that she wasn’t in mortal danger, we transferred her from the ground to a ladder on which she was carried to the backseat of one of the Jeeps. The ladder was too long for the door to close, so we had to remove it, extremely displeased that she had absolutely no immobilization of her spine. Her husband jumped in the Jeep with her, and the driver sped off to the nearest hospital which was two hours away. Throughout this dramatic scenario, a thick throng of villagers collected around us. At one point I looked up and realized the reason the light was suddenly dim was because of so many bodies blocking out the sunlight. More than once I had to loudly instruct the crowd to move back, which they would hurriedly comply and inevitably surge back slowly. Although this was obstructing our ability to care for the patient in that our team members had to elbow their way in and out of the crowd with supplies, I couldn’t help but notice that the look on everyone’s face was not one of morbid curiosity but rather of genuine concern. In such a small, insular community, this woman’s plight was everybody’s business. Even after the Jeep had left, a small crowd lingered on the road in the dusty wake of the car, undoubtedly feeling that there was still something more that they could do to ensure their neighbor’s health and well being.
After this incident, I became far more forgiving of the nosy women who would peek into the tent as we elicited a detailed sexual history from one of their neighbors. The perception of sexuality is one of shame and taboo in any case, so whether we had complete privacy or utter lack of it, most of the women were not going to be forthcoming. This was further evidenced by the fact that women would present to triage with a chief complaint of shortness of breath and then would casually mention bothersome vaginal discharge, usually to a female member of our team. This attitude about their bodies had to dictate in turn our approach to examining them. If a pelvic exam was indicated, there was no need for the ideals of ‘informed consent’ and ‘patient autonomy’ which we strictly adhere to in the US. Instead, it was expected that the patient would refuse the exam but with enough insistence and directives, she would ultimately submit to the exam. This was naturally quite off-putting for our American sensibilities at first, but over time it became obvious that there was no other way to obtain necessary information for our management of certain patients. In the end, it comes down to the simple fact that healthcare is taken for granted in the Western world, and the right of refusal is upheld. Just as people in impoverished nations don’t have the luxury to develop anorexia or bulimia, these women didn’t have the prerogative to avoid receiving medical care that was so hard to come by. Even though this paternalistic mindset was in direct opposition to my own beliefs about patient autonomy, I knew that in this setting it was not optional. Accepting our limitations in the care we were providing was necessary for our own sake. While this type of attitude can in the worst of times encourage the arrogant mentality physicians are too often guilty of, I knew that it was only applicable in these extenuating circumstances. If anything, I now have a greater tendency to encourage patient autonomy with American patients since I know for so many people it isn’t possible.
Leaving Gadagusain was bittersweet. I was glad to be returning to Dharamsala, one of my favorite places in the world, and looking forward to a hot shower and a real bed indoors. But I knew I would miss the starkness of the mountains, the slightly damp chill in the air that no amount of warm layers could completely eliminate, the surprising freedom I felt relieving myself behind a tree. Mostly, I knew I would miss the blatant honesty of the local villagers, their lack of self-consciousness, their minimalist simplicity which was borne of necessity yet demonstrated so many truths about how lucky the Western world is.
Back in the domain of the Dalai Lama and his people, I had plenty of the solitude I so sorely missed. I was able to reflect on the journey, both physical and spiritual, which I had just concluded. I was desperate not to lose the clarity I had in that moment, the profound understanding of the order of things and the power of the human spirit. Being in the midst of so many deeply spiritual people was a blessing as it served to solidify the lessons I was still learning. We were able to visit the Norbulingka Institute, a fortress of Tibetan culture built as a replacement for the original palace which was destroyed by the Chinese army. There is a beautiful doll museum depicting every aspect of life in Tibet, a remarkable effort to capture the essence of a way of life which is gravely endangered.
We stayed in Dharamsala for a couple of days, then boarded a bus for an extremely bumpy overnight journey back to Delhi. Benadryl is a beautiful thing. We stopped in Delhi for the day and did a bit of the tourist thing. I've never visited Delhi as a tourist so it was a great experience. We visited the Lal Qila (Red Fort), the seat of the Mughal empire when they controlled the northern Indian provinces, and a gigantic temple built in homage to a famous Hindu priest. Then it was back to the airport for the long air voyage back home. While I felt nostalgic and sentimental about bidding my dear colleagues farewell, I was also more than ready to sleep in my own bed, drink untreated water, and eat a frickin' cheeseburger.
So, there you have it. If you managed to read this entire post, I thank you. I do plan to return to this region, hopefully within the auspices of HHE, either as a resident or attending. Even if I couldn't return, I would be truly blessed to have had such a phenomenal opportunity.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Lessons from India
I just returned three days ago from a month-long journey through Himachal Pradesh in northern India. Under the auspices of the Himalayan Health Exchange, I was among a group of 40 medical students, residents, physicians, and support staff who traveled to various remote villages to set up medical camps for the locals. After my first year of medical school I lived and worked with my aunt who is a practicing OB/Gyn in a small community hospital in Bangalore, India.
This experience was nothing like what I did in 2004.
Aside from the fact that I now have four years of medical school behind me with plenty of clinical experience, I have grown and changed so much that my perception of things is completely different now than it was four years ago. Among other things, I have cultivated a real sense of independence and self-sufficiency which I dearly lacked when I started medical school. Part of this is related to inexperience with the ways of the world which led me into many unhealthy relationships, both romantic and platonic. Only after making those mistakes could I really look at who I was and who I wanted to become. At that point, I realized that the unhealthiest relationship of all was the one I had with myself. Thus I embarked on a journey to rebuild everything from the ground up. Psychiatry played a big part in that journey, revealing diagnoses of generalized anxiety disorder and seasonal affective disorder. Once I was undergoing effective treatment for the biological aspects of my poor mental and emotional health, I could focus on the spiritual aspects of my quest.
The most difficult hurdle in the path to self-discovery are the bright lights and ringing noises of the people around you. When everyone you identify with starts making decisions about their lives that don't make sense for your life, a true identity crisis sets in. So many people get engaged and married as the end of medical school approaches, and as much as I know I am nowhere near making that sort of a sacrifice and commitment to another person, it did throw my goals into doubt. Finding kindred spirits helped to overcome those doubts, but it was the more arduous task of constantly reminding myself that I was responsible for my own happiness which really shaped who I am today.
What does all of this have to do with India?
India is an unforgiving, starkly beautiful place which strips away the trappings of Western life and forces the visitor to face what is revealed. Because of this, I was able to examine myself and realize that I have made great progress on my quest for self-definition. The journey will go on for a lifetime and I am looking ahead to whatever the future holds.
This experience was nothing like what I did in 2004.
Aside from the fact that I now have four years of medical school behind me with plenty of clinical experience, I have grown and changed so much that my perception of things is completely different now than it was four years ago. Among other things, I have cultivated a real sense of independence and self-sufficiency which I dearly lacked when I started medical school. Part of this is related to inexperience with the ways of the world which led me into many unhealthy relationships, both romantic and platonic. Only after making those mistakes could I really look at who I was and who I wanted to become. At that point, I realized that the unhealthiest relationship of all was the one I had with myself. Thus I embarked on a journey to rebuild everything from the ground up. Psychiatry played a big part in that journey, revealing diagnoses of generalized anxiety disorder and seasonal affective disorder. Once I was undergoing effective treatment for the biological aspects of my poor mental and emotional health, I could focus on the spiritual aspects of my quest.
The most difficult hurdle in the path to self-discovery are the bright lights and ringing noises of the people around you. When everyone you identify with starts making decisions about their lives that don't make sense for your life, a true identity crisis sets in. So many people get engaged and married as the end of medical school approaches, and as much as I know I am nowhere near making that sort of a sacrifice and commitment to another person, it did throw my goals into doubt. Finding kindred spirits helped to overcome those doubts, but it was the more arduous task of constantly reminding myself that I was responsible for my own happiness which really shaped who I am today.
What does all of this have to do with India?
India is an unforgiving, starkly beautiful place which strips away the trappings of Western life and forces the visitor to face what is revealed. Because of this, I was able to examine myself and realize that I have made great progress on my quest for self-definition. The journey will go on for a lifetime and I am looking ahead to whatever the future holds.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Mish-mash of mullings
For some reason, the untimely death of Heath Ledger disturbed me to the core. Perhaps it is because he is the epitome of the young, handsome Hollywood talent with so much potential who has very serious turmoil underneath the surface, or perhaps it is because there was something easy and familiar about him that made me feel like he was a friend. Death has been something I have taken a long time to grasp, and even though I've come closer to accepting certain truths, every now and then my foundation is tested.
While we're on a depressing subject, I'd just like to openly state that if Hillary Clinton wins the Democratic nomination, I will cry. I will also henceforth refer to her campaign as "Billary" for self-evident reasons.
On a perkier note, I am just four months away from earning my medical degree! Truth be told, it feels a bit anticlimactic. This journey began for me when I was a wee lass just discovering the untold depths of science. There have been countless sacrifices, tests of mental and physical stamina, triumphs, failures, doubts (plenty of doubts), and seemingly insurmountable obstacles which I have survived. For it all to culminate in an afternoon of keynote speakers, sentimental presentations, and marching across a stage in a funny hat just seems so... unimpressive. I guess the real thrill will come the first time I can sign my name with my fresh new title :-)
In other news, I have created a sister blog, if you will, called Beauty/Truth that will feature product reviews, opinions, and experiences from years of perfecting my approach to skincare and makeup. Whether that sort of thing appeals to you or not, I hope you'll find something interesting among my posts!
While we're on a depressing subject, I'd just like to openly state that if Hillary Clinton wins the Democratic nomination, I will cry. I will also henceforth refer to her campaign as "Billary" for self-evident reasons.
On a perkier note, I am just four months away from earning my medical degree! Truth be told, it feels a bit anticlimactic. This journey began for me when I was a wee lass just discovering the untold depths of science. There have been countless sacrifices, tests of mental and physical stamina, triumphs, failures, doubts (plenty of doubts), and seemingly insurmountable obstacles which I have survived. For it all to culminate in an afternoon of keynote speakers, sentimental presentations, and marching across a stage in a funny hat just seems so... unimpressive. I guess the real thrill will come the first time I can sign my name with my fresh new title :-)
In other news, I have created a sister blog, if you will, called Beauty/Truth that will feature product reviews, opinions, and experiences from years of perfecting my approach to skincare and makeup. Whether that sort of thing appeals to you or not, I hope you'll find something interesting among my posts!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Yes, I am alive
I've been meaning to post something, considering it's been over a month since my last post, but I never seemed to find the time to do it properly. And I would want to publish a proper post full of juicy news instead of a piddly little placeholder post. That last sentence was far more alliterative than I intended.
Anyway, I am back in Boston now, not doing any clinical rotations at the moment. It's nice to have so much downtime, somewhat reminiscent of the luxurious month-long winter breaks in college, and to be able to sleep in and engage in mindless activities. Lest you should be under the impression that I'm slacking off, I have undertaken the sizeable task of a major clean-up of my room at home. I realized that I had a lot of clothes, books, and random odds and ends collected over many years ever since I left for college, basically. And considering that I moved seven times in the four and a half years since graduating from high school, it's no surprise that a whole lot of junk had accumulated which I had no time to sift through. So, capitalizing on this rare event of having an extended amount of time entirely at my disposal, I decided to carpe diem. Thus, I generated several large bags of clothes and books to donate (just in time for the holidays! I'm such a good doobie), as well as many bags of pure garbage. The entire project is about 80% complete, the remainder consisting mainly of adequately storing my summer wardrobe and organizing my make-up and jewelry, the latter being a lot harder than it sounds when you're a make-up and jewelry junkie such as myself.
Now that I've bored you to tears with that, I can share more interesting updates which will remind you why you even bother reading this blog to begin with. The main focus of my life at the moment, besides the thrilling project described in excruciating detail above, is interviewing at residency programs. Foolishly, I was anticipating this ordeal as "fun," an opportunity to "travel," "meet people," and "visualize my future." I'm sure you can surmise from the exaggerated use of quotation marks that my naïveté was indeed just that. Not that it hasn't had its moments. It has been fun and informative to meet my future colleagues and to reaffirm why obstetrics-gynecology is the only specialty I can imagine pursuing. I am more glad than ever that I took a year off because I know I needed those extra 12 months to really feel ready to become a physician. It still freaks me out, but not to the point of wanting to run and hide in my mother's bed.
Those are the highlights of late. Theoretically, I should post more regularly now with all this free time on my hands. Now if only I could tear myself away from A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila ...
Anyway, I am back in Boston now, not doing any clinical rotations at the moment. It's nice to have so much downtime, somewhat reminiscent of the luxurious month-long winter breaks in college, and to be able to sleep in and engage in mindless activities. Lest you should be under the impression that I'm slacking off, I have undertaken the sizeable task of a major clean-up of my room at home. I realized that I had a lot of clothes, books, and random odds and ends collected over many years ever since I left for college, basically. And considering that I moved seven times in the four and a half years since graduating from high school, it's no surprise that a whole lot of junk had accumulated which I had no time to sift through. So, capitalizing on this rare event of having an extended amount of time entirely at my disposal, I decided to carpe diem. Thus, I generated several large bags of clothes and books to donate (just in time for the holidays! I'm such a good doobie), as well as many bags of pure garbage. The entire project is about 80% complete, the remainder consisting mainly of adequately storing my summer wardrobe and organizing my make-up and jewelry, the latter being a lot harder than it sounds when you're a make-up and jewelry junkie such as myself.
Now that I've bored you to tears with that, I can share more interesting updates which will remind you why you even bother reading this blog to begin with. The main focus of my life at the moment, besides the thrilling project described in excruciating detail above, is interviewing at residency programs. Foolishly, I was anticipating this ordeal as "fun," an opportunity to "travel," "meet people," and "visualize my future." I'm sure you can surmise from the exaggerated use of quotation marks that my naïveté was indeed just that. Not that it hasn't had its moments. It has been fun and informative to meet my future colleagues and to reaffirm why obstetrics-gynecology is the only specialty I can imagine pursuing. I am more glad than ever that I took a year off because I know I needed those extra 12 months to really feel ready to become a physician. It still freaks me out, but not to the point of wanting to run and hide in my mother's bed.
Those are the highlights of late. Theoretically, I should post more regularly now with all this free time on my hands. Now if only I could tear myself away from A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila ...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I'm not really a doctor. I just play one on TV.
Having given a fair amount of thought to the way doctors, hospitals, and the general practice of medicine are portrayed on various popular TV shows, I thought I'd share my assessment. I've listed only the shows of which I have watched enough episodes to formulate an opinion, so any omissions are reflective either of my busy schedule away from the couch or an utter lack of desire to subject myself to broadcast garbage.
ER *** The first, the classic, the one that heralded the era of medical dramas! I have to say the show was strongest in the first three seasons and began to falter once George Clooney left. And I'm not just saying that because he's a hunk of burnin' love. He added a real depth to the show as a multidimensional character - a soft-hearted pediatrician dedicated to his patients and a bad boy who womanizes and breaks hearts - which is often hard to find. His friendship with Anthony Edwards' character was also a real highlight of the show. I wasn't a huge fan of his ongoing angsty entanglement with Julianna Margulies, mostly because it played up the stereotype of the doctor-nurse soapy romance. In terms of the show overall, however, there were definite medical inaccuracies, both in the science and the practice of medicine. I understand that reality is fairly dull, but I would have enjoyed the show more if it was a little bit more factually sound. I also have to say I was a big fan of Dr. Romano and the episode in which he is killed by a plummeting helicopter was the end of my failing patience with the show.
Scrubs ***** Easily my favorite medical show for many reasons. I have found it to be the most realistic portrayal of actual medicine on TV in the types of patients and treatments they depict. The relationships among the physicians and nurses are of course peppered with a healthy dose of scripted humor, but I will say that the characters are universal - the cocky but good-hearted attending, bossy protective nurses, and each of the residents remind me of someone I have worked with. The humor in the relationship between Dr. Cox and J.D. is one of the best developed. When I've had an especially difficult day in the hospital, there's no better way to lift my spirits than to watch Scrubs.
Grey's Anatomy ** Eh. I like the first season, mostly because the trashy love triangles and interpersonal angst was fresh and engrossing. And McDreamy really is, well, dreamy. But by the end of the season, I was frustrated by the lack of evolution in their relationship, and by the fact that every single heterosexual male who interacts with Meredith Grey can't help but come on to her. First of all, she's not hot. She's also not blonde, which for some reason the show's writers seem to be convinced she is. (You want a hot blonde doctor who is much more deserving of amorous attention? Katherine Heigl. Hello.) I also got increasingly irritated by Meredith's vapid monologues which, when you really listen, don't say much of anything. Example: Sometimes things seem to be going well. And then you realize they aren't. But you go on. Because maybe things will change. Thanks for that staggering insight, Dr. Grey. Now I see why everyone wants to hump you. And, lest we forget, aside from all this excruciating sexual drama, the medicine on the show isn't even accurate or interesting! The only thing that is worth all the hype is Sandra Oh. She rocks. And Katherine Heigl, as previously mentioned. Interesting how they are the only two actors on the show to have garnered awards...
House ***** Rapidly climbing the ranks to join Scrubs as my favorite shows, I just started watching the first season on DVD and I'm hooked. Loaded with multidimensional characters, not the least of which is Dr. House himself, this show is smart and doesn't assume its viewers are any less. Granted, the medicine is far-fetched, but that's kind of the premise of the show to begin with. And it's well-researched and 100% accurate. There is a fair dose of interpersonal drama but it's all believable and not over-acted. It's also not in any way the focus, either of the show or of any individual episode, making it beautifully subtle and immensely captivating. Speaking of which, I would be lying if I didn't admit that Hugh Laurie's I'm-a-sexy-asshole-and-I-know-it shtick is pretty alluring. He is also incredibly quotable and I wish that it would be appropriate to use House-isms in the real hospital.
Well, there you have it: my personal take as someone "on the inside." I know that I'm biased because I'm one of those people who criticizes these shows for being unrealistic and I realize that they aren't meant to be educational. That's why they have The Learning Channel. :-)
ER *** The first, the classic, the one that heralded the era of medical dramas! I have to say the show was strongest in the first three seasons and began to falter once George Clooney left. And I'm not just saying that because he's a hunk of burnin' love. He added a real depth to the show as a multidimensional character - a soft-hearted pediatrician dedicated to his patients and a bad boy who womanizes and breaks hearts - which is often hard to find. His friendship with Anthony Edwards' character was also a real highlight of the show. I wasn't a huge fan of his ongoing angsty entanglement with Julianna Margulies, mostly because it played up the stereotype of the doctor-nurse soapy romance. In terms of the show overall, however, there were definite medical inaccuracies, both in the science and the practice of medicine. I understand that reality is fairly dull, but I would have enjoyed the show more if it was a little bit more factually sound. I also have to say I was a big fan of Dr. Romano and the episode in which he is killed by a plummeting helicopter was the end of my failing patience with the show.
Scrubs ***** Easily my favorite medical show for many reasons. I have found it to be the most realistic portrayal of actual medicine on TV in the types of patients and treatments they depict. The relationships among the physicians and nurses are of course peppered with a healthy dose of scripted humor, but I will say that the characters are universal - the cocky but good-hearted attending, bossy protective nurses, and each of the residents remind me of someone I have worked with. The humor in the relationship between Dr. Cox and J.D. is one of the best developed. When I've had an especially difficult day in the hospital, there's no better way to lift my spirits than to watch Scrubs.
Grey's Anatomy ** Eh. I like the first season, mostly because the trashy love triangles and interpersonal angst was fresh and engrossing. And McDreamy really is, well, dreamy. But by the end of the season, I was frustrated by the lack of evolution in their relationship, and by the fact that every single heterosexual male who interacts with Meredith Grey can't help but come on to her. First of all, she's not hot. She's also not blonde, which for some reason the show's writers seem to be convinced she is. (You want a hot blonde doctor who is much more deserving of amorous attention? Katherine Heigl. Hello.) I also got increasingly irritated by Meredith's vapid monologues which, when you really listen, don't say much of anything. Example: Sometimes things seem to be going well. And then you realize they aren't. But you go on. Because maybe things will change. Thanks for that staggering insight, Dr. Grey. Now I see why everyone wants to hump you. And, lest we forget, aside from all this excruciating sexual drama, the medicine on the show isn't even accurate or interesting! The only thing that is worth all the hype is Sandra Oh. She rocks. And Katherine Heigl, as previously mentioned. Interesting how they are the only two actors on the show to have garnered awards...
House ***** Rapidly climbing the ranks to join Scrubs as my favorite shows, I just started watching the first season on DVD and I'm hooked. Loaded with multidimensional characters, not the least of which is Dr. House himself, this show is smart and doesn't assume its viewers are any less. Granted, the medicine is far-fetched, but that's kind of the premise of the show to begin with. And it's well-researched and 100% accurate. There is a fair dose of interpersonal drama but it's all believable and not over-acted. It's also not in any way the focus, either of the show or of any individual episode, making it beautifully subtle and immensely captivating. Speaking of which, I would be lying if I didn't admit that Hugh Laurie's I'm-a-sexy-asshole-and-I-know-it shtick is pretty alluring. He is also incredibly quotable and I wish that it would be appropriate to use House-isms in the real hospital.
Well, there you have it: my personal take as someone "on the inside." I know that I'm biased because I'm one of those people who criticizes these shows for being unrealistic and I realize that they aren't meant to be educational. That's why they have The Learning Channel. :-)
Monday, September 24, 2007
A bite out of the Big Apple
Hello dear readers! I apologize for the lengthy hiatus and I hope that there are still some of you out there checking this blog for updates. Your patience has been rewarded.
So I completed a month at Einstein Hospital in the Bronx which was literally a drink from the fire hydrant that is obstetrics. I think I averaged five hours of sleep each night and often went a whole day having consumed only dry cereal, tea, lots of coffee, and ice cream. No wonder I was constipated. Anyway aside from the toll on my sanity and personal well-being, I also got to do some pretty exciting stuff. By the end of the rotation I was delivering babies entirely on my own with the attending watching over my shoulder. It was an odd experience the first time I delivered a baby without anyone else's hands guiding mine - it was bizarre that I knew what to do without even really thinking about it. This culminated in a precipitous delivery which I ended up doing with only a nurse and a third year medical student to assist me. That was kind of a trip. Terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I rode on that adrenaline buzz for at least 48 hours after the fact.
Now I'm beginning a month at Beth Israel Medical Center in downtown Manhattan which is going to be a very different experience. The ob/gyn service isn't quite as chaotic for one, since women in Manhattan have a range of excellent hospitals at which to receive their care, whereas Einstein-Montefiore is really the best place in the Bronx to give birth, hence EVERY SINGLE PREGNANT WOMAN was there. Also, the residents are much more chill and not as tweaked out as the Einstein residents are. Don't get me wrong - I had a blast with the folks I worked with last month, and even made friends with one or two of them outside of work. But when I think about how I want to spend four years of my life in a rigorous training program, there are nuances which I have to consider.
New York City itself fits me like a glove. People here, contrary to popular belief, are not cranky and obnoxious. I have found New Yorkers to be content, down-to-earth people who don't put on airs and mire themselves in superficial bullshit. I also love the diversity of this place - I've never been someone who walks around feeling my "brown-ness" every second of every day, but when I'm put in a place with lots of other brown people, I feel myself becoming more relaxed and at ease involuntarily. All that being said, I will always be a Bostonian at heart. Go Sox.
In a lovely pause from the madness, I had the honor of reading a poem at Marisa and Ed's wedding in August. I chose my favorite love poem of all time, "Soneto XVII" by Pablo Neruda. The wedding was easily the most beautiful and enjoyable celebration I have ever attended and I am so lucky to know these two fabulous people and to be a part of their lives.
I am feeling quite burned out though. I will be glad when this rotation is over so that I can take a break from the intensity of impressing everyone and going the extra mile. As soon as I get home on October 20th, I plan on sleeping until my back aches from molding into the mattress. (But only after we celebrate Raju's 21st birthday, at long last.)
So I completed a month at Einstein Hospital in the Bronx which was literally a drink from the fire hydrant that is obstetrics. I think I averaged five hours of sleep each night and often went a whole day having consumed only dry cereal, tea, lots of coffee, and ice cream. No wonder I was constipated. Anyway aside from the toll on my sanity and personal well-being, I also got to do some pretty exciting stuff. By the end of the rotation I was delivering babies entirely on my own with the attending watching over my shoulder. It was an odd experience the first time I delivered a baby without anyone else's hands guiding mine - it was bizarre that I knew what to do without even really thinking about it. This culminated in a precipitous delivery which I ended up doing with only a nurse and a third year medical student to assist me. That was kind of a trip. Terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I rode on that adrenaline buzz for at least 48 hours after the fact.
Now I'm beginning a month at Beth Israel Medical Center in downtown Manhattan which is going to be a very different experience. The ob/gyn service isn't quite as chaotic for one, since women in Manhattan have a range of excellent hospitals at which to receive their care, whereas Einstein-Montefiore is really the best place in the Bronx to give birth, hence EVERY SINGLE PREGNANT WOMAN was there. Also, the residents are much more chill and not as tweaked out as the Einstein residents are. Don't get me wrong - I had a blast with the folks I worked with last month, and even made friends with one or two of them outside of work. But when I think about how I want to spend four years of my life in a rigorous training program, there are nuances which I have to consider.
New York City itself fits me like a glove. People here, contrary to popular belief, are not cranky and obnoxious. I have found New Yorkers to be content, down-to-earth people who don't put on airs and mire themselves in superficial bullshit. I also love the diversity of this place - I've never been someone who walks around feeling my "brown-ness" every second of every day, but when I'm put in a place with lots of other brown people, I feel myself becoming more relaxed and at ease involuntarily. All that being said, I will always be a Bostonian at heart. Go Sox.
In a lovely pause from the madness, I had the honor of reading a poem at Marisa and Ed's wedding in August. I chose my favorite love poem of all time, "Soneto XVII" by Pablo Neruda. The wedding was easily the most beautiful and enjoyable celebration I have ever attended and I am so lucky to know these two fabulous people and to be a part of their lives.
I am feeling quite burned out though. I will be glad when this rotation is over so that I can take a break from the intensity of impressing everyone and going the extra mile. As soon as I get home on October 20th, I plan on sleeping until my back aches from molding into the mattress. (But only after we celebrate Raju's 21st birthday, at long last.)
Sunday, July 29, 2007
It's going to be a good year
Today I am officially 26 years old so I would like to take this opportunity to reflect a bit, and share my thoughts about the next 12 months which will be a time of tremendous transition and discovery.
For the longest time, I had this idea, this vision, that my life would become complete by the time I graduated from medical school. I used to think that turning 25 would be like flipping a switch and all my dreams and goals would fall into place. By the time I started medical school, I was doggedly set on this notion, fully convinced that it was the best path for me, indeed, the path for which I was destined. In this spirit, I threw myself into a relationship with someone who was far from the ideal life partner I was certain he was meant to be. I told myself that if he wasn't "the one," then my perfect little plan would start crumbling. So I stuck it out for as long as I could - until our jokes about living together and getting married started to become less jocular and more serious. I realized at that point that if I was to adhere to my lifelong imagined future, then clearly I should marry this person. I also realized that if I did marry him, I was certain to be miserable and unfulfilled for the rest of my life. And that had not figured into my idealistic plan.
So, at the tender age of 23, I overhauled my entire approach to my future, my plans, my goals. To myself. It became clear to me that 25 was no magic number. Looking around me, I saw people my age who, like me, were making major life decisions on the basis of fear, uncertainty, and insecurity. I vowed that I would not let myself fall victim to the lure of the path of least resistance. Armed with this new resolution and self-assurance, I did something that the "old me" wouldn't have even considered doing. I took a year off after my third year of medical school. Since I had become more attuned to my innermost yearnings, I knew that I was not ready to graduate and start an internship in 2007. The very thought of it filled me with fear and anxiety, not excitement and anticipation. This major deviation from the beaten path was one of the best things I have ever done for myself. Over the course of my year off, I was able to examine my past, present, and future without the external pressures of school and my peers. I was also able to reaffirm all the reasons I went to medical school in the first place. I attended weddings of fellow classmates with nothing but peace in my heart, whereas the "old me" would have felt sadness and a sense of failure that I was not having a wedding of my own.
I am now 11 months away from becoming a physician. When I ponder that fact, I am still plagued with fear and anxiety. But those feelings give way to a greater sense of anticipation and fulfillment that I have come so far and am truly ready to take this next step in my career. As for my personal life, I have never felt more content and enriched by my relationships with my family and dearest friends. I feel complete at this moment, not because of any outward symbols of success, such as a graduate degree and a husband, but because I have decided to feel complete with what I have, since what I have is priceless. I don't know where I will go after graduation, or who I will meet, or what direction my career will take. But I know that, no matter what, I will be true to myself, so I have nothing to fear.
For the longest time, I had this idea, this vision, that my life would become complete by the time I graduated from medical school. I used to think that turning 25 would be like flipping a switch and all my dreams and goals would fall into place. By the time I started medical school, I was doggedly set on this notion, fully convinced that it was the best path for me, indeed, the path for which I was destined. In this spirit, I threw myself into a relationship with someone who was far from the ideal life partner I was certain he was meant to be. I told myself that if he wasn't "the one," then my perfect little plan would start crumbling. So I stuck it out for as long as I could - until our jokes about living together and getting married started to become less jocular and more serious. I realized at that point that if I was to adhere to my lifelong imagined future, then clearly I should marry this person. I also realized that if I did marry him, I was certain to be miserable and unfulfilled for the rest of my life. And that had not figured into my idealistic plan.
So, at the tender age of 23, I overhauled my entire approach to my future, my plans, my goals. To myself. It became clear to me that 25 was no magic number. Looking around me, I saw people my age who, like me, were making major life decisions on the basis of fear, uncertainty, and insecurity. I vowed that I would not let myself fall victim to the lure of the path of least resistance. Armed with this new resolution and self-assurance, I did something that the "old me" wouldn't have even considered doing. I took a year off after my third year of medical school. Since I had become more attuned to my innermost yearnings, I knew that I was not ready to graduate and start an internship in 2007. The very thought of it filled me with fear and anxiety, not excitement and anticipation. This major deviation from the beaten path was one of the best things I have ever done for myself. Over the course of my year off, I was able to examine my past, present, and future without the external pressures of school and my peers. I was also able to reaffirm all the reasons I went to medical school in the first place. I attended weddings of fellow classmates with nothing but peace in my heart, whereas the "old me" would have felt sadness and a sense of failure that I was not having a wedding of my own.
I am now 11 months away from becoming a physician. When I ponder that fact, I am still plagued with fear and anxiety. But those feelings give way to a greater sense of anticipation and fulfillment that I have come so far and am truly ready to take this next step in my career. As for my personal life, I have never felt more content and enriched by my relationships with my family and dearest friends. I feel complete at this moment, not because of any outward symbols of success, such as a graduate degree and a husband, but because I have decided to feel complete with what I have, since what I have is priceless. I don't know where I will go after graduation, or who I will meet, or what direction my career will take. But I know that, no matter what, I will be true to myself, so I have nothing to fear.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Home is where the heart is
Take this cool quiz to find the cities in the U.S. best suited to your individual preferences. Here's my list, with the cities I have already checked out in bold:
Baltimore, Maryland
Honolulu, Hawaii
Little Rock, Arkansas
Hartford, Connecticut
Boston, Massachusetts
Providence, Rhode Island
New Haven, Connecticut
Portland, Oregon
Las Vegas, Nevada
Charleston, West Virginia
Frederick, Maryland
San Francisco, California
San Jose, California
San Diego, California
Washington, District of Columbia
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Albuquerque, New Mexico
Worcester, Massachusetts
Orange County, California
Oakland, California
Gaithersburg, Maryland
Cape Cod, Massachusetts
Shreveport-Bossier City, Louisiana
Alexandria, Louisiana
Not sure how Boston and Worcester both got on there, considering that I love the former and loathe the latter... But of the other cities I've visited on the list, I have to say I concur. Outside of the U.S., I could see myself living in London and San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Baltimore, Maryland
Honolulu, Hawaii
Little Rock, Arkansas
Hartford, Connecticut
Boston, Massachusetts
Providence, Rhode Island
New Haven, Connecticut
Portland, Oregon
Las Vegas, Nevada
Charleston, West Virginia
Frederick, Maryland
San Francisco, California
San Jose, California
San Diego, California
Washington, District of Columbia
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Albuquerque, New Mexico
Worcester, Massachusetts
Orange County, California
Oakland, California
Gaithersburg, Maryland
Cape Cod, Massachusetts
Shreveport-Bossier City, Louisiana
Alexandria, Louisiana
Not sure how Boston and Worcester both got on there, considering that I love the former and loathe the latter... But of the other cities I've visited on the list, I have to say I concur. Outside of the U.S., I could see myself living in London and San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Friday, July 20, 2007
How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Yes, I realize it has been quite a while since I last updated my blog, and I apologize to my faithful readers. All three of them. :-) But, in my defense, quite a lot has happened in the last few weeks, such that blogging was relegated to the dusty corners of my brain, to be pulled out and cleaned up as time allowed. So I present for your consideration the main highlights of late:
I wrapped up my stint at MGH, which ended in a whirlwind of training the new staff, bidding farewells/see-you-laters to my co-workers and supervisors, and making sure all loose ends were addressed. It was a great year, but definitely confirmed my place in clinical medicine, and not in research.
Along the theme of whirlwinds, my mother and I traveled to India in the last week of June to deal with some ongoing family drama. We're trying to sell her family home and it would be a lot simpler if her brother wasn't the psychotic freak that he is. The whole thing has devolved into legalities and contracts, and my uncle refuses to communicate directly with my mother so they have two lawyers and a real estate broker relaying messages back and forth. Aside from that, the trip was great. Delhi is a lot cleaner than it was three years ago and the weather was quite pleasant since the monsoons have started. My aunt, Nandini, is a riot and it's always great to see her. And we got plenty of retail therapy amidst our stressful meetings and jet-lagged naps. Actually, the jetlag wasn't that bad because I took melatonin to put myself on IST and then back onto EST when we returned. Also, we took a direct flight on Continental from Newark to Delhi, which perhaps counterintuitively, was far more comfortable and stress-free than stopping in Paris or London. After a while you forget you're on a plane and you just nap, eat, watch movies, and walk around as if you were in a tiny house. Seriously.
I have re-entered the wards, working at Memorial Hospital in high-risk obstetrics. It has been incredible. I really missed being in the hospital so it feels great to be back and having real patient interaction. I also forgot how much fun the OR is! This past week I worked the night shift since students typically get to do more and there's more time for teaching. It was exhausting but a great experience. I had one difficult night during which I assisted in the delivery of a 24-week old baby who is currently in the NICU, the delivery of deceased twins who had died at 16 weeks in utero, and a very easy delivery of a perfect baby boy after which the placenta resolutely remained in the uterus, resulting in an OR procedure to remove it. I chose Ob/Gyn because it is on the whole a happy specialty: healthy women with healthy babies. This has been my first exposure to the small but intense area of obstetrics when things go wrong. And the reality is that when things go wrong in a place where things usually go right, it can be devastatingly sad.
Finally, I have begun the application process for residency! There's this whole online rigmarole called ERAS which is used to enter all your information and then you send it off to all the programs you're interested in. My goal is to have it sent off by September. The biggest hurdle is writing my personal statement. I have a rough draft but it's so hard writing something that isn't cheesy/trite/dumb. So I'm putting it aside for now and will come back to it with a fresh outlook in a bit.
Well, that's it in a nutshell. I have one more week of high-risk obstetrics and then I switch to gynecologic oncology which will be a very different patient population and workday. Hopefully I'll have more time to blog and catch up with friends in general. In the meantime, please accept my apologies for being incommunicado. I pray that things are on a downswing...
I wrapped up my stint at MGH, which ended in a whirlwind of training the new staff, bidding farewells/see-you-laters to my co-workers and supervisors, and making sure all loose ends were addressed. It was a great year, but definitely confirmed my place in clinical medicine, and not in research.
Along the theme of whirlwinds, my mother and I traveled to India in the last week of June to deal with some ongoing family drama. We're trying to sell her family home and it would be a lot simpler if her brother wasn't the psychotic freak that he is. The whole thing has devolved into legalities and contracts, and my uncle refuses to communicate directly with my mother so they have two lawyers and a real estate broker relaying messages back and forth. Aside from that, the trip was great. Delhi is a lot cleaner than it was three years ago and the weather was quite pleasant since the monsoons have started. My aunt, Nandini, is a riot and it's always great to see her. And we got plenty of retail therapy amidst our stressful meetings and jet-lagged naps. Actually, the jetlag wasn't that bad because I took melatonin to put myself on IST and then back onto EST when we returned. Also, we took a direct flight on Continental from Newark to Delhi, which perhaps counterintuitively, was far more comfortable and stress-free than stopping in Paris or London. After a while you forget you're on a plane and you just nap, eat, watch movies, and walk around as if you were in a tiny house. Seriously.
I have re-entered the wards, working at Memorial Hospital in high-risk obstetrics. It has been incredible. I really missed being in the hospital so it feels great to be back and having real patient interaction. I also forgot how much fun the OR is! This past week I worked the night shift since students typically get to do more and there's more time for teaching. It was exhausting but a great experience. I had one difficult night during which I assisted in the delivery of a 24-week old baby who is currently in the NICU, the delivery of deceased twins who had died at 16 weeks in utero, and a very easy delivery of a perfect baby boy after which the placenta resolutely remained in the uterus, resulting in an OR procedure to remove it. I chose Ob/Gyn because it is on the whole a happy specialty: healthy women with healthy babies. This has been my first exposure to the small but intense area of obstetrics when things go wrong. And the reality is that when things go wrong in a place where things usually go right, it can be devastatingly sad.
Finally, I have begun the application process for residency! There's this whole online rigmarole called ERAS which is used to enter all your information and then you send it off to all the programs you're interested in. My goal is to have it sent off by September. The biggest hurdle is writing my personal statement. I have a rough draft but it's so hard writing something that isn't cheesy/trite/dumb. So I'm putting it aside for now and will come back to it with a fresh outlook in a bit.
Well, that's it in a nutshell. I have one more week of high-risk obstetrics and then I switch to gynecologic oncology which will be a very different patient population and workday. Hopefully I'll have more time to blog and catch up with friends in general. In the meantime, please accept my apologies for being incommunicado. I pray that things are on a downswing...
Monday, June 11, 2007
Something in the water?
Is it just me, or is everyone and their mother getting engaged or married of late? I say "and their mother" in all seriousness because given the exponentially expanding group of friends I have who are declaring their eternal love for their partners, I wouldn't even bat an eye if among them, one of their mothers did indeed decide to jump on that bandwagon herself.
Don't get me wrong. I love weddings. This past weekend I had a wonderful time at the very beautiful wedding of my dear friend, Matt, to his lovely longtime girlfriend, Michelle. I had never been to a Catholic ceremony, and I must say, it was truly a spiritual experience. I am of the mind that weddings should be quite ceremonious and spiritual so that the couple can truly experience the intensity of the promise they are making to one another. No offense to my Atheist/Agnostic friends, but I can't imagine getting married in a completely secular ceremony, simply because to me, love itself is a miracle and a gift for which the universe should be thanked. On a more practical note, I think I'm going to have to start a Wedding Guest Fund or something because these people will put me in the poorhouse, what with the gift, the dress, the shoes, the hotel, etc... I'm complaining, but all in good humor. I am honored to be able to attend so many beautiful weddings and witness true love and romance. For those keeping score at home, in the past year I have attended two weddings (merely drops in the vast ocean of weddings flooding the UMass Medical School Class of 2007 in the last few weeks), and could have gone to a third, had that pesky USMLE Step 2 nonsense not gotten in the way last autumn.
All right, enough of that mushy hippie mumbo-jumbo. Mazel tov to my dear friend, Lisa, from college on her engagement! I've never met the lucky man, but he better know how lucky he is!
Behold, the updated 2007-08 Tie-the-Knot Tour:
September 8, 2007 - Marisa and Ed
June 2008 - Lisa and Stew
October 2008 - Laura and Alex
Anyone else? Speak now or forever hold your peace.
Don't get me wrong. I love weddings. This past weekend I had a wonderful time at the very beautiful wedding of my dear friend, Matt, to his lovely longtime girlfriend, Michelle. I had never been to a Catholic ceremony, and I must say, it was truly a spiritual experience. I am of the mind that weddings should be quite ceremonious and spiritual so that the couple can truly experience the intensity of the promise they are making to one another. No offense to my Atheist/Agnostic friends, but I can't imagine getting married in a completely secular ceremony, simply because to me, love itself is a miracle and a gift for which the universe should be thanked. On a more practical note, I think I'm going to have to start a Wedding Guest Fund or something because these people will put me in the poorhouse, what with the gift, the dress, the shoes, the hotel, etc... I'm complaining, but all in good humor. I am honored to be able to attend so many beautiful weddings and witness true love and romance. For those keeping score at home, in the past year I have attended two weddings (merely drops in the vast ocean of weddings flooding the UMass Medical School Class of 2007 in the last few weeks), and could have gone to a third, had that pesky USMLE Step 2 nonsense not gotten in the way last autumn.
All right, enough of that mushy hippie mumbo-jumbo. Mazel tov to my dear friend, Lisa, from college on her engagement! I've never met the lucky man, but he better know how lucky he is!
Behold, the updated 2007-08 Tie-the-Knot Tour:
September 8, 2007 - Marisa and Ed
June 2008 - Lisa and Stew
October 2008 - Laura and Alex
Anyone else? Speak now or forever hold your peace.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
The American "justice" system
Okay, so explain to me how a multi-gajillionaire heiress - let's call her Madrid Marriott, for argument's sake - whose major endeavors in life include collecting and discarding small animals, not wearing the same outfit in 365 days or more, and generally acting like a spoiled, self-centered airhead manages to wriggle out of a 45-day sentence for drunk driving, settles for 23 days in "jail," and within 48 hours manages to be released under house arrest for "medical reasons?" Oh, I'm sorry. Did her skin suddenly start breaking out without tons of over-priced products to slather on it? Did her limbs shrivel up in the absence of a new outfit? ¡Pobrecita! I'm sure she'll learn her lesson and never, ever drink and drive again. I'm more than satisfied that she has finally learned to acknowledge there is a whole planet of human beings beyond her own little entourage, and that those human beings can be severely injured or killed by intoxicated drivers. She definitely gets it now.
Meanwhile, a crooked politician who lied about some things he may or may not have said, about people nobody has ever heard of, related to a war that nobody cares about and which should have never been started in the first place, lands himself a 30-month jail sentence. Whew. Now I can sleep at night.
You see now why my decision to become an American citizen was far from easy?
Meanwhile, a crooked politician who lied about some things he may or may not have said, about people nobody has ever heard of, related to a war that nobody cares about and which should have never been started in the first place, lands himself a 30-month jail sentence. Whew. Now I can sleep at night.
You see now why my decision to become an American citizen was far from easy?
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Noo Yawk
It's official - I will be spending September and October in the fair city of New York, first in the Bronx at Weiler Hospital, and then in Manhattan at Beth Israel. I am excited and apprehensive, the same way you become anxious about dumb details like where will I eat lunch? who will I hang out with? what if I can't figure out the subway system? The crazy part is, I'm not that anxious about the actual rotations themselves. At the risk of sounding pompous, that's the easy part - simply because it's the most predictable. There are certain unversalities in the practice of medicine, and especially in Ob/Gyn, that one can rely on. So I bite my nails down to the cuticle worrying about being well-liked and not looking like a tourist. It will also be hard to be in NYC in the midst of MLB play-off madness... I will go armed with my Red Sox hat to ward off evil!
In unrelated news, my friend Amy (who happens to live in Brooklyn, so it's kind of related) has resumed her blogging habit, which is now displayed in my list of links on the right. And speaking of the Web, I recently rediscovered The Political Compass, which I remember doing in college. It does change with the times, so the questions are very relevant. Despite that, I continue to fall in the same quadrant that I belonged to in college: Libertarian left. I coulda told you that.
In unrelated news, my friend Amy (who happens to live in Brooklyn, so it's kind of related) has resumed her blogging habit, which is now displayed in my list of links on the right. And speaking of the Web, I recently rediscovered The Political Compass, which I remember doing in college. It does change with the times, so the questions are very relevant. Despite that, I continue to fall in the same quadrant that I belonged to in college: Libertarian left. I coulda told you that.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
City mice unite!
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Friday, May 18, 2007
In memoriam
My deepest condolences to Trish, Sydney, and Tiz as they mourn the sudden loss of their sweet little mutt, Lou.
I'm glad I had the chance to pet him, play with him, and laugh at his goofy, spirited antics. Even though they hadn't had him for very long, he was a cherished member of the Seymour-Tisdell-Straub family, and he will be sorely missed.
I'm glad I had the chance to pet him, play with him, and laugh at his goofy, spirited antics. Even though they hadn't had him for very long, he was a cherished member of the Seymour-Tisdell-Straub family, and he will be sorely missed.
Building character
Do you remember the classic Calvin and Hobbes strip about "building character?" Every time Calvin's dad asks him to do a tedious chore, he justifies it as an opportunity to "build character." Well, lately at work, I've been building more character than I ever wanted to. It's kind of a crunch because we're all leaving by the end of June, except for one, so we have to shuffle things around and cover for each other until all the new staff are on board. So between me and Marisa, we will have to juggle six research studies and generally hold down the fort, which is easier said than done. As if that weren't enough, one of the doctors is writing a grant and I'm the one lucky enough to help her with it. *sarcasm alert* It just so happens with the timing of various departures that I'm the most flexible with my availability. Wooo. This would be annoying per se but it's an especially fun treat because this doc is probably one of the most anal retentive, OCD, super-anxious people I know. And trust me, that's saying a lot. The damn thing is due on May 29th, so I'm going to have to channel all my spiritual and meditative powers to stave off a psychotic break. Not to mention the large, stiff drink I'll need that night.
Anyhoo. My latest Netflix rental was Little Miss Sunshine and I absolutely loved it! That's a movie I could have bought at the store and kept. I'm glad Alan Arkin won the Oscar for his role - he was brilliant! I wish Steve Carell had won something too, though. He is incredibly talented. The whole story was very well written, acted, and filmed. I love movies like that which are like little glimpses into someone's world, kind of like being a fly on the wall for a little while. There's no big finish, no preachy moral, no melodramatic symbolism. Just a story, plain and simple. Next on the list is Miss Congeniality (pure coincidence that two movies based on beauty pageants are adjacent on my queue, I swear!). I would also like to get to the theater to see Shrek the Third sometime soon.
I also would like to draw your attention to the recent additions to my blog, namely links to my Flickr photos and my del.icio.us page. The former is a wonderful way to post, share, and organize pictures and images. The latter is a very handy place to store all your bookmarks and favorite links which you can then access from any computer. Both are free services (Flickr has the option of a paid account with more features and less advertising) and very easy to sign up for. And, as with most things, it's more fun when your friends are doing it. I haven't uploaded all my pics to Flickr yet, but there are a few from the wedding. The main way I am sharing photos right now is through Facebook, but I've been wanting something more permanent and user-friendly than Snapfish or Shutterfly. Check back often - hopefully I'll have most of my pics up in a few days!
Anyhoo. My latest Netflix rental was Little Miss Sunshine and I absolutely loved it! That's a movie I could have bought at the store and kept. I'm glad Alan Arkin won the Oscar for his role - he was brilliant! I wish Steve Carell had won something too, though. He is incredibly talented. The whole story was very well written, acted, and filmed. I love movies like that which are like little glimpses into someone's world, kind of like being a fly on the wall for a little while. There's no big finish, no preachy moral, no melodramatic symbolism. Just a story, plain and simple. Next on the list is Miss Congeniality (pure coincidence that two movies based on beauty pageants are adjacent on my queue, I swear!). I would also like to get to the theater to see Shrek the Third sometime soon.
I also would like to draw your attention to the recent additions to my blog, namely links to my Flickr photos and my del.icio.us page. The former is a wonderful way to post, share, and organize pictures and images. The latter is a very handy place to store all your bookmarks and favorite links which you can then access from any computer. Both are free services (Flickr has the option of a paid account with more features and less advertising) and very easy to sign up for. And, as with most things, it's more fun when your friends are doing it. I haven't uploaded all my pics to Flickr yet, but there are a few from the wedding. The main way I am sharing photos right now is through Facebook, but I've been wanting something more permanent and user-friendly than Snapfish or Shutterfly. Check back often - hopefully I'll have most of my pics up in a few days!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Pics!
These are highlights from Anne and Mike's wedding - more posted on my Facebook page. Good times were had by all :-)
Mr. and Mrs. Kurkulonis/ Dr. and Mr. Garrison
The med school gang
Getting down
Mr. and Mrs. Kurkulonis/ Dr. and Mr. Garrison
The med school gang
Getting downSunday, May 13, 2007
Weddings, babies, and sunshine
I think that the title of this post pretty much covers the last few days in my life. The most important item to report is that spring is literally in full bloom by now and my hideous allergies are completely quiescent, thanks to the three medications and weekly allergy shots to which I faithfully submit myself. I'm so glad I'm able to be outdoors, strolling through a park coated with pollen, mounds of freshly mowed grass merely inches away, and not even so much as a sniffle! *knock on wood*
My lovely weekend started on Friday afternoon when my former co-worker, Kim, came by our office with her eight-month old baby girl, Kenzie. I always find it incredible to see little ones throughout their first year of life - they change so much every single day. I've known Kenzie since she was about a 32-week old fetus and I can't believe she's already a beautiful child babbling, playing with toys, and practically able to stand on her own! Kim is also looking fabulous and motherhood clearly agrees with her.
Then on Saturday afternoon it was off to the Wachusett Country Club to celebrate the wedding of my friend and fellow OB/Gyn, Anne, to her awesome fiancée (now husband!) Mike. They are ridiculously perfect for each other and I have no doubt they will make each other very happy for many, many years. While the ceremony itself was short and sweet, the non-stop party that followed was certainly the highlight of the event [N.B. - I will post pictures as soon as my friends circulate their masterful candid photography]. After much rug-cutting at the reception, we moved on to Brew City for mozzarella sticks and dessert. There was much beer imbibed (not by yours truly, being the eternal D.D.) and much merriment to be had. I got to meet some fabulous, hilarious people and stayed up far later than I have in a very long time. Then it was back to Boston, although this time my typically solitary journey eastward on the Pike was much more enjoyable in the company of the lovely Laura, whom I drove to her fiancée's home in Quincy. Alex, her betrothed, had called it an early night since his allergies were unfortunately not nearly as well-behaved as mine. Booooo!
As for today, I got a respectable five hours of sleep last night, and got up in time to shower and get dressed up for a decadent Mother's Day brunch at the new Taj Hotel in Boston. My sister was able to spare a few hours from her crazy finals schedule to come to brunch (at which we consumed a week's worth of calories). And what would Mother's Day be without some serious shopping? So next it was off to Copley where we hit up J. Crew and Tiffany & Co. Calm down. I can't afford that kind of bling! We got a cute little sterling silver fork and spoon set with a heart on the handle as a gift for our friends Larry and Jen who welcomed their baby daughter, Sophia, last week! So, as a perfect end to a perfect day, my mother and I went to visit the happy family. This child, as most multi-racial babies are, is just too cute for words. She slept the whole time we were there and only squawked once or twice, settling down easily after some gentle rocking.
I love babies. I love weddings. Neither are imminent in my immediate future, but for now I'm enjoying celebrating these milestones in the lives of my dearest friends. No one else close to me is expecting a child anytime soon, but I do have two more weddings to attend this year! What better an excuse to dress up, meet up with friends, and dance for hours with any number of attractive men? Hence, I command you all to keep the champagne flowing, the engagements coming, and to go forth and multiply!
My lovely weekend started on Friday afternoon when my former co-worker, Kim, came by our office with her eight-month old baby girl, Kenzie. I always find it incredible to see little ones throughout their first year of life - they change so much every single day. I've known Kenzie since she was about a 32-week old fetus and I can't believe she's already a beautiful child babbling, playing with toys, and practically able to stand on her own! Kim is also looking fabulous and motherhood clearly agrees with her.
Then on Saturday afternoon it was off to the Wachusett Country Club to celebrate the wedding of my friend and fellow OB/Gyn, Anne, to her awesome fiancée (now husband!) Mike. They are ridiculously perfect for each other and I have no doubt they will make each other very happy for many, many years. While the ceremony itself was short and sweet, the non-stop party that followed was certainly the highlight of the event [N.B. - I will post pictures as soon as my friends circulate their masterful candid photography]. After much rug-cutting at the reception, we moved on to Brew City for mozzarella sticks and dessert. There was much beer imbibed (not by yours truly, being the eternal D.D.) and much merriment to be had. I got to meet some fabulous, hilarious people and stayed up far later than I have in a very long time. Then it was back to Boston, although this time my typically solitary journey eastward on the Pike was much more enjoyable in the company of the lovely Laura, whom I drove to her fiancée's home in Quincy. Alex, her betrothed, had called it an early night since his allergies were unfortunately not nearly as well-behaved as mine. Booooo!
As for today, I got a respectable five hours of sleep last night, and got up in time to shower and get dressed up for a decadent Mother's Day brunch at the new Taj Hotel in Boston. My sister was able to spare a few hours from her crazy finals schedule to come to brunch (at which we consumed a week's worth of calories). And what would Mother's Day be without some serious shopping? So next it was off to Copley where we hit up J. Crew and Tiffany & Co. Calm down. I can't afford that kind of bling! We got a cute little sterling silver fork and spoon set with a heart on the handle as a gift for our friends Larry and Jen who welcomed their baby daughter, Sophia, last week! So, as a perfect end to a perfect day, my mother and I went to visit the happy family. This child, as most multi-racial babies are, is just too cute for words. She slept the whole time we were there and only squawked once or twice, settling down easily after some gentle rocking.
I love babies. I love weddings. Neither are imminent in my immediate future, but for now I'm enjoying celebrating these milestones in the lives of my dearest friends. No one else close to me is expecting a child anytime soon, but I do have two more weddings to attend this year! What better an excuse to dress up, meet up with friends, and dance for hours with any number of attractive men? Hence, I command you all to keep the champagne flowing, the engagements coming, and to go forth and multiply!
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Because I need another useless item on my credit card bill
So I have succumbed to the powers of peer pressure. My friend and officemate, Marisa, was looking into subscribing to Netflix yesterday. I, meanwhile, was responsibly and diligently focusing on my work, using every ounce of self-control to keep my eyes on my own computer screen. Let's just say willpower has never been my forte. All I had to see was anything that vaguely resembled a quiz on Marisa's screen and my resolve instantly crumbled to a fine powdery dust. Not only did I subscribe to Netflix, I also managed to rate over 300 movies in the span of 24 hours.
Hi, my name is Viveka. I have no self-control.
On the other hand (cue stream of rationalization), I am looking forward to watching lots of movies that are on my must-see list but which I never actually rent at the video store. I don't know if it's just me, but I have this odd tendency to rent the same five movies over and over again until I realize I should just buy the damn movie already. In an effort to correct this habit, I have perhaps overcompensated by zealously availing myself of the frequent "3 for $20!" DVD sales and purchasing movies that I haven't actually seen yet, with the asinine notion that it's cheaper to buy the used DVD rather than bring myself to rent it and actually return it on time. You do the math. It don't make much sense. Hence the far more financially sound decision to pay $4.99/month (plus tax, of course) for two movies which I will be forced to watch and subsequently forget to return... all without penalty! Hey, it makes sense in my head. And that's what counts. I don't know how my bank account feels about it, but it will just have to deal.
Hi, my name is Viveka. I have no self-control.
On the other hand (cue stream of rationalization), I am looking forward to watching lots of movies that are on my must-see list but which I never actually rent at the video store. I don't know if it's just me, but I have this odd tendency to rent the same five movies over and over again until I realize I should just buy the damn movie already. In an effort to correct this habit, I have perhaps overcompensated by zealously availing myself of the frequent "3 for $20!" DVD sales and purchasing movies that I haven't actually seen yet, with the asinine notion that it's cheaper to buy the used DVD rather than bring myself to rent it and actually return it on time. You do the math. It don't make much sense. Hence the far more financially sound decision to pay $4.99/month (plus tax, of course) for two movies which I will be forced to watch and subsequently forget to return... all without penalty! Hey, it makes sense in my head. And that's what counts. I don't know how my bank account feels about it, but it will just have to deal.
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