Saturday, April 27, 2013

No patients

Today is supposed to be a clinic day. After an hour ride to the hospital we finally arrived to find out the hospital was evacuated 3 days ago due to risk of drowning. (yep, it drowned once, but no fatalities thankfully). There were no way we could go back. The bus will, hopefully, come pick us at the end of the day. Yay. We got to stay in the library and keep praying it doesn't drawn while we are there.  The hospital is full of doctors though. I guess the hospital administration hates them all! 
Why am I writing this? No one will take care of you if you didn't . We should have checked first.  Missing a clinic, especially as student, because of bad weather due to safety measure is by far better than risking your odd. 

Farah

Today, I was asked to do a full neurological examination on a five years old boy. Now, I was told from the early days in med school that neuro examination is one of the hardest. I guess that is why I am good at it. I simply paid attention every time neuro was mentioned! I did a quite good job and the consultant was happy (actually satisfied) about it. I was proud of myself until he asked for my differential (meaning: possible explanation for the examination finding). I went blank for a moment then muttered (while still in blocked mind land): cool stroke?
Now, if you are standing, please set down. There is nothing as "cool stroke". But my examination findings, along with the patient history will explain that "cool" answer.
 
 
Farah was four when his parents noticed him waving his hand occasionally around his right eye, as if he was checking if it is still working. Months later, he became clumsy. He then, was limping and having difficulty building towers as he used to do. He even became worse than his little sister in painting.  As if it wasn’t  bad enough, he started having frequent seizures.
 By the time I examined him, he was almost paralyzed in the whole right side (hemiplegia. Actually scored 2 in power examination). And despite being on cocktail antiepileptic medications, he was still frequently seizing. He seized three times while  I was examining him ( I took less than 15 minute ). It was the first time I see someone seizing. Yet I wasn’t scared. Let me tell you, I am a PANICY person. The reason was, he smiles at me after each attack, turns to his mother and laugh!
 Now you know why I went to blocked mind land. I couldn't think of anything more rewarding than working with kids. Their innocence remind you how wonderful life can be ( Wait what? You thought I was searching for possible causes? I'll take that as a compliment and just leave it there).
Back to Farah,  ( and the disappointed consultant). It turn out  the poor boy has a rare case of encephalitis (i.e. brain inflammation), called rasmussen's encephalitis. It is not clear what cause the inflammation. Some think viral infection, others think it is an auto immune disease. What is know is that it only affects one brain hemisphere causing the above symptoms. The patient enter a vicious cycle where the brain inflammation cause seizures, and seizures cause brain damage leading to more seizures. Some children eventually become demented.  
 
I was moved by this boy, his smile and his loving mother. I was so moved that I struggles not to sob as the consultant explained the prognosis.
Sometimes, I wonder how people survive without faith.
Farah happens to be an Arabic name that means happiness.
 
 

Welcome to my blog

Hi there,
So this is my first entry. This blog is going to be about the change med school did in my life. Mostly ranting about the bad impact in the quality of life I have now. But some will be about a beautiful and rewarding experiences that made hanging in med school, despite all the downs, worthy.
And yes Grammar Nazis are most welcomed here. English is not my first language and I  had no formal education to ensure quality. So, be nice and teach me. No need to eat me. (See, I can be a rapper as well. I heard you there. Whom am kidden you said! One day folks, One day).