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Showing posts with label Doctor Stuff. Show all posts

Monday, January 30, 2012

Q & A on Life



I get lots of random questions about "where we are" in our family.  I'm taking this as an opportunity to blog & answer some of those questions here.  Hope this helps!

Q: So, your husband is a Doctor?  How did that happen?

A: He is a Doctor, aka a Physician.  After high school, he spent 5 years in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman.  For him, this means he acted as a cross between a Physician Assistant and a Medical Assistant (simplified explanation).  This is where he became interested in medicine.  The school process went like this: 3 years of undergraduate college = Bachelor's degree in Biology. 4 years of medical school = Doctor of Osteopathy.  He's now in his first year of a 4 year residency program.

Q: What is an Osteopath?  Is he some sort of chiropractor?

A: An Osteopath (DO) is a Physician just like a Medical Doctor (MD) is a Physician.  Both attend 4 year medical school programs, which consist of 2 years of classroom work, and 2 years of in-hospital training.  After graduating, an Osteopath can obtain a residency in any of the sub-specialties available: radiology, surgery, pediatrics, family practice, anesthesiology, etc.  The training differs in that an Osteopath is encouraged to view the patient as a whole, not as a condition (very simplified explanation).  An Osteopath is not a chiropractor.

Q: If he's a Doctor, what's a residency?  Doesn't he have an office somewhere that he works in? 

A: Before graduating from medical school, you apply for a residency program in the field you want to specialize in.  For him, that is Emergency Medicine (EM).  Residency provides specific training in your chosen field.  Residency programs vary in length, from 3-5 years.  EM is a 4 year program.  Once he completes the program and passes all his licensing exams, he will be eligible to take the Board Certification exam for his specialty.

Each year of a residency program is balanced between the specialty field (EM), and other areas that apply to that field.  This means that he spends about 6-7 months in the ER, and the remaining months training in other areas of medicine that overlap with EM - such as Pediatric EM, Trauma, Internal Medicine, Surgery, etc.  As a Resident, he works under the supervision of the Attending Physician on duty.

He spends the majority of his time at the hospital.

Q: What happens after residency?

A: In his last year of residency, he will start to apply for jobs as an Attending Physician.  This means he would be a full-time staff member at the hospital, working without supervision.  We hope to move back West, but it depends on the opportunities available.    

Q: Why choose Emergency Medicine?

A: It was a good fit for him.  While he was in medical school, he did a rotation in the ER, and when he came home that first night he told me that there was no doubt that's what he wanted to do.

EM is also a good fit for our family.  There's no extra office hours and no patients to track down & follow up with.  They usually schedule at least a month out, so we know when he'll be working and when he'll be off.  That's good to know when you've got busy kids!

Q: Was his Dad a Doctor?

A: No one in his family is in the medical field.  In fact, his parents never went to college.  But we were very surprised by how many medical students came from Physician families.

Q: Aren't y'all a little old to have just finished medical school?

A: Yes. We are considered non-traditional students, a broad category which encompasses those who are a little older, those who enjoyed a career or two before returning to school, or pretty much anyone who lived life for a few years instead of plodding directly from high school to college to medical school.  And while it sometimes felt like he was The World's Oldest Medical Student, we have met lots of others who could also fit into that category.  Not only are we older, but we also have young children, so that made us even more "different" than many medical students.

Q: If he had a decent career making good money, why chuck it all and be starving students again?

A: Mostly because we wanted a better life for our family.  His job paid well, but we never knew when he would be working (it was sort of on-call situation).  When he was working, he was gone 24/7, plus we never knew if he would be away for 3 days or 3 weeks.  After talking out all the options, we moved cross-country, lived with family for 6 months, I went back to work full-time, and he started community college classes.  7 years later, here we are!

OK, yes, that is the simple version of events. It came down to this: we didn't want to raise a family with him gone most of the time.  We knew we could do better.  And we believed in our ability to make it happen.  Our marriage is by no means ideal but we have always been great partners, and a supportive partnership was critical to this plan.  

* Note: after reading this, my husband told me that I make it sound like our marriage is nothing but a business partnership.  Not true.  I just meant that we, like everyone, have our share of little difficulties, but that we are 99% together on our overall family & life goals.  

Q: I've heard medical school is sort of expensive.  How did you pay for it?

A: Medical school was incredibly expensive.  Student loans allowed us to pay for medical school and also provided a small amount to live on.  I did work part-time for the first two years, but the last two years we lived on just student loan money.  We now owe hundreds of thousands of dollars.  That's not a typo.  

Q: If he's a Doctor, why is he still driving a 15 year old car? 

A: Well, he is getting paid while in residency, but it's not "doctor money".  Right now we make less than the national median household income.  For a single person this is decent money, but for a family it's a little challenging.  We have what we need, but there is little room for wants.  

Q:  What's his schedule like?  Is he gone a lot? 

A: His schedule isn't bad, but it does vary.  When he's in the ER, we know up front what his schedule will be for the month - usually 18, 12 hour shifts.  But he also is required to attend additional trainings, meetings, and testing through the month.  Often his "days off" turn into another 3, 4, or 5 hours at the hospital.

Q: If he's gone so much, don't you get lonely? 

A: Sometimes.  I've always been very independent, and I also think that his previous career prepared me to be even more self-sufficient.  Mostly I've learned to be flexible.

Q: Is he going to make a boatload of money when he finishes his residency? 

A: We don't know.  We hope he's fairly compensated commensurate to his education, training, and certifications.  Even if he does make a "boatload" of money, we still have student loans to pay back (see above: HUNDREDS of thousands), we have to start saving hard for retirement (see above: we are OLD), and our kids will be fast approaching college age.  So, no Ferraris for us!

Q: You don't talk about his job very much.  If my husband was a Doctor, I'd be shouting it from the rooftops!

A: I am incredibly proud of his accomplishments.  But yes, we tend to keep it quiet.  We've found that "Physician" is very polarizing to people - everyone has an opinion about doctors, and they are not shy about sharing them.

Q: I have a (insert medical condition here).  Will he give me some medicine for it? 

A: No.  If you have an emergency, you should go to the emergency room.  If you have a medical condition, you should see your family physician.  It would be irresponsible of him to diagnose or prescribe pharmaceuticals for you unless you were under his care (ie, his patient in the ER).

Q: It must be great to have a doctor in the family.  He can get you any kind of prescription you need!

A: Yes, and No.  I'm proud of him.  But he doesn't prescribe for our family.  If we are sick, we go to the family doctor/ pediatrician like everyone else.

Q: What do you think about the current state of healthcare in America?

A: I don't think there's enough space on the internet for me to share my feelings about healthcare in America.  All I will say about this subject is that the ER is heavily abused, and has become the dumping ground for every cough, sneeze, and WebMD self-diagnosis.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Guess What?

He graduated!

After 4 of the longest years of our life together, he GRADUATED




Don't get any high-falutin' ideas, though.  

I may have to call him Doc now, but he still has to mow the lawn every week. 

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Heal Thyself

One of the super fun aspects of being a part of the Med School experience is the constant self-diagnosis that occurs. With almost every new class comes the declaration of a new condition, syndrome, or state.

We're currently in the midst of Psychiatry.

This has been extra fun, as so many of the signs & symptoms are generic enough that if you reflect long enough, you'll convince yourself you have that particular condition. This week, I've been 'diagnosed' with Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder. Not to be confused with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Per Wikipedia: Obsessive–Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD) is a personality disorder which involves an obsession with perfection, rules, and organization. A person with OCPD may feel anxious when they perceive that things are not "right." This can lead to routines and "rules" for ways of doing things, whether for themselves or their families.

While that's not an all-encompassing definition of the criteria for OCPD, it's a pretty solid condensed definition.

I laughed when Big Daddy first started 'diagnosing' me. But the more I read, the more I identified with certain parts. These are highlighted in red.

Per Wikipedia: There are five primary areas that cause anxiety for OCPD individuals: time, personal and social relationships, cleanliness, tidiness, and money. Time becomes a problem when they dwell for so long on getting something "right" that they stand the chance of not finishing in time. Personal and social relationships are often under serious strain because the OCPD individual insists on being in charge and the only one who knows what is "right". Uncleanliness is, in the eyes of some OCPD individuals, a form of lack of perfection, as is untidiness. They may spend considerable time each day putting everything in precisely the right place in precisely the right manner. Money is of concern because many OCPD sufferers are anxious about the potential for things to go wrong in their lives. They may hoard items for a 'rainy day'.


I reflect back on my childhood & can see some of these tendencies from a young age. But it's hard to know what is inherent (OCPD can run in families - Dad, I am looking at you), and what was shaped by childhood experiences.

I tend to be preoccupied with the rules, and doing things the right way. If I perceive that someone else is having the rules bent or broken for them & feel like I can't have the same done for me, I OBSESS. I know - unhealthy, right?

I also have an unhealthy desire to do things "right". Right doesn't necessarily mean the best or easiest way - it means the way I want it done. I hate creating presentations at work because I will literally never be done, no matter what the deadline is. There's always the desire to look at it "one more time" and make "one last tweak".

I have control freak tendencies. Again, I think I am learning to ratchet it back, but I definitely like things done my way. Having kids and being married has forced me to re-prioritize, and I think I am getting better. I think we can all agree that no marriage will have both happiness and longevity without compromise. I still have a long road to travel towards learning to lighten up & let go a little more.

If you've seen my house, you'll know that I don't have the clean gene. My house is not disgusting (but please don't look at my kitchen floors), but it's not spotless either. Part of me wishes I were a little more compulsive about cleaning, but with a husband who truly doesn't care & two young kids strewing chaos wherever they go, a part of me has just given up. Am I more at ease in a clean house? Yes. But I know I don't want to be a Molly Maid, and I'd rather go to the park than steam clean the carpets in my rented apartment.

Money. Oh yes. As much as I do like to spend money, and prefer to deny myself nothing which my heart desires, I have TREMENDOUS anxiety over money. This was born from the fires of childhood experience, none of which we need to explore here. Let's just say that to me, money=stability. I don't think I need a million dollars in the bank to feel secure, but I do long for the day when I don't need to fret over whether or not I can buy diapers AND formula in the same week.

Keep it or toss it? Again, I think I'm making progress. My home was never filled with stacks of crumbling newspapers and 5,000 balls of dryer lint, but I do lean towards keeping items of sentimental value long after that sentiment has dissolved. I like nice things, but often talk myself out of using them because that moment isn't 'special' enough. There must be hope for me. I'm starting to feel that every day is a special day. Why shouldn't I wear perfume to the grocery store or my pearl bracelets to church? Stuff is meant to be used, and this year I fully intend to bust out my Christmas china on December 1 and use it the WHOLE MONTH. NOTE: I did not purchase said Christmas china. It was a hand-me-down from my Mother, who has a whole set of her own issues. And an even larger set of china.

I guess the whole point of this post is to say that it's been a fun week around our casa. Whether this condition actually applies to me or not, it's been thought provoking. And the first step towards improvement is acknowledging that there's an issue. Self-awareness is good, and of course: Knowing is Half the Battle.

Did I just date myself with that cartoon slogan? I think I did.....

Monday, April 6, 2009

Big J Update

Big J had his pediatric GI appointment this morning - bright & early. In fact, it was so early that we beat most of the staff to the 3rd floor. Once the office was up and running, the nurse was kind and the doctor was great. She also sees the concern in his lack of weight gain and his initial treatment is to involve calories, calories, and more calories. Instead of formula, he'll be delighting in this scrumptious beverage:
It's sort of a souped-up version of Pediasure, and costs a fortune. The dietitian was kind enough to load us up with samples to get us started. I've also been instructed to add 1 Tablespoon of OIL into his daily diet. Yuck. I think I can sneak it in by buttering much of his food, and I even got him take a few bites of chicken salad with mayonnaise at lunch.

We talked a bit more about the possibility of Celiac, and I thought it was interesting that the doctor's take on it was opposite to his pediatrician's: it's more common than you think. Perhaps that's simply because by the time you get to a pediatric GI doc, the incidence is higher than that of the average pediatric population. Regardless, she also said that the initial screening for Celiac often offers false negatives. Depending on the outcome of his next visit we may go to the next step of 'scoping' his intestines, but let's hope it doesn't come to that.

His current diagnosis is Failure to Thrive. Talk about a guilt-inducing statement! I realize there are both organic and inorganic causes of failure to thrive. While I may not get everything right when it comes to parenting, I do pride myself in keeping my children well-fed (although you might not think so if you saw Big Sis' lanky legs). As I talked about his diet, appetite, and eating habits, I found myself wondering "Does she think I'm lying?" I guess if CPS comes a-knocking at my door, we'll know the answer.

After a 3 hour visit we left with all veins intact and no tears, which was a bonus for all involved. BUT we do have homework:

Oh yes, I get to gather a "sample" and return it to the lab ASAP. I sort of wish they would have included a pair of gloves with the biohazard bag. All in the day of the life of a Mommy.

PS - Thanks to everyone for the encouraging words. While the Mama Bear in me thinks he's just leveling out to be on the small side (seriously, I looked at Big Sis' 2 year stats & she was barely over 21 lbs. at 2 years old!), I still appreciate your support.


PPS - He's army crawling now! He finally realized that mobility rocks & will now roll, shimmy, and army crawl his way around the living room.