studying

Studying for the second boards has so far been profoundly different from the first boards. One reason is because i am not also hyperventilating in an attempt to finish and properly format a master's thesis. Yet another is that all these abstract lists of previously nebulous and nonsense strings of fact have profound meaning.

Third year was hard for lots of reasons, not least of which is constantly being surrounded by death, suffering and dramatic events. This is of course the point, as the entire existence of the job depends on people getting run over by cars and having heart attacks. I suppose the training is so long so that after several years of seeing it, instead of weeping and gasping at the sight of hemorrhage or the slow overtake of a human life by a monstrous cancer, as a normal healthy human being should, instead one is competent technician and numb enough to do something useful. Technician in the broadest sense--to be able to insert a swan ganz catheter into the right place to speak and drug away an impending suicide attempt to break devastating news with compassion. All very difficult techniques.

The technique matters. The knowledge matters. The most important thing i did third year i suppose was observe. And the funny thing about having such intense imprinting of the memory given its tremendous affective weight and existential gut kick, is that the most odd facts have seared themselves into my brain. Cocksakie virus is the number one infectious cause of myocarditis = 38 year old man in the ICU, h/o of hodgkin's, heart failure, delayed biopsy, his powerful muscular chest strung with endless tubes and wires, his aghast stoic young wife sits by in pink sweat pants. He dies the next week. Never treat sinus tachycardia= M&M rounds with the senior resident who did precisely that in the midnight transfer, a 32 yo woman decompensating from sepsis, shot up with beta blockers, the resident presents the facts with a steady strong voice, but i see her crying in the hall later. Aminoglycoside nephropathy, serotonin syndrome, cardiac tamponade -- how odd these are, how real, how their string of greek and latin artifice become such moments of terror, anguish...and potential triumph.

the multiple choice test is suddenly a richer, more interesting thing.