Friday, March 6, 2009
Outpatient Clinic
Generally, I saw the usual mix of people that I would have expected in any urgent care type setting - a few diabetics, asthmatics, hypertensives, and your ever present chronic pain patients. But what interested me is the absolute separation of the OPD from OB/GYN. The main reason why this strikes me as odd is because the OB/GYN team works primarily on a schedule full of appointments; they don't squeeze patients in. So what happens if a female patient comes in to the OPD with female related problems? Apparently, not much unless I'm there.
In the first day I saw two patients with OB/GYN related issues - a first pregnancy at 18 (she didn't know, I diagnosed it) and an abnormal vaginal bleeding case. After asking around for the things/tests I needed for the exam and work-up, I realized that my exam room wasn't stocked with those things because they don't normally deal with them in the OPD. The first patient came in with a complaint of vomiting that morning. The nurse brought me the chart and plopped it on my desk verbally assuming I was going to diagnose gastritis and send her on her way with instructions to drink plenty of fluids. As I delved more into her history, I found out that she had just started to be sexually active and hadn't had her period in 2 months. She tried to convince me that her periods were always irregular and there was no way she could be pregnant. I told her I wanted the test anyway to at least rule it out and went in search of a urine pregnancy test. This proved harder to get than I would have thought. I had to ask several nurses and they then had to pull one out of their supplies for outreach clinics on other islands. It was the quickest positive result I think I've ever seen. At this point, I talked to the patient about what that meant and got her in the system for prenatal appointments with the OB.
The abnormal bleeding case was worse in my mind. You can always get a pregnancy test from a pharmacy or grocery store, but there's not much you can do about bleeding except see a doctor. Granted, it wasn't an emergency and she probably could have waited for an appointment, but something like abnormal vaginal bleeding is disturbing enough that I would want it checked out quickly and at least be reassured that I can wait for a more thorough exam by a gynecologist. They even registered her complaint as abnormal vaginal bleeding at the OPD triage center, knowing that vaginal exams are not done in the OPD. Well, they are when I'm there. I noted the patient's history, ordered an ultrasound of her reproductive system to look for overt causes like fibroids or polyps, and went and talked to Dr. Olmo (the doctor I worked with last week) about my patient. I was gathering all the supplies I would need for the exam, but we decided that I would just bring her back to Dr. Olmo once the ultrasound results were back. My patient got her initial exam to reassure her that there was nothing obviously wrong on her ultrasound or on her cervix and was given some medication that will hopefully stop the bleeding and an appointment for a more thorough follow-up in a couple of weeks. I'm not sure what would have happened if I wasn't given her chart. I assume that the OPD physician would have just told her that she needed to make an appointment with the OB/GYN and that's it. She might have given her the prescription for the medicine, but I'm not sure. To me, that would not have been enough....
Thursday, March 5, 2009
A Crazy End!
After the first patient, Dr. Wally told me to start seeing my own patients. The first guy I talked to had been having personality issues ever since he was in a car accident a few years ago and suffered some kind of brain bleed. From what I could tell his personality issues had pretty much resolved, and he seemed stable to me. His only complaint was this massive headache that he couldn’t seem to shake. After talking to him for a bit I learned that he met just about every criteria for diagnosing a migraine. I presented this to the doctor and she was a bit taken back because she had been seeing him for a while but had never thought of a migraine. She later thanked me, and admitted that she really never thinks about medical conditions, that are outside of the behavioral therapy realm. It was a bit concerning, I’m not going to lie. What I found more concerning is that when she is “on call”, like she was that night, she is the one running the ER. I will say though that she does an amazing job of connecting with her patients, and is a rather brilliant therapist, so she has a well defined and needed place.
In the afternoons the nurses or social workers head out into the island in search of patients. Some of them never followed up with their appointments, some of them just get daily home visits to receive a shot. This is something else I thought was pretty amazing. If someone in the states falls through the cracks of the mental health system, they are gone, and more often then not wind up on the streets. In Palau they are making an active effort by basically going door to door and making sure that doesn’t happen. I rode around with a nurse named Georgia who was happy to have me along. She took pride in not only telling me about the patients, but showing me around Palau. I was getting a tour where the tour buses would never go. Off the main road most Palauins live in conditions you would expect from the third world, which is mostly run down tin shacks that are barely able to support themselves. Georgia having grown up in Palau under such conditions either knew everyone, or was related to everyone. I also learned that everyone generally just knows everyone. Often we couldn’t find a patient and she would just start asking random strangers, and it didn’t take long. Georgia was also giving me a bit of a dark history about Palau. The only recent violence they have against tourists happened a few years when a Japanese couple was brutally beaten. She explained that most Palauins especially the older ones really dislike the Japanese. She told me about how Japanese soldiers used to torture and harass the native palauins during WWII. I wonder if all the Japanese honeymooners at Palau Pacific Resort are concerned that people might be spitting in their food? Georgia also showed me where the one and only brothel was, which was a restaurant as a front. Funny, because Vanessa and I passed by it and thought about eating there once. Georgia said they definitely didn’t serve any food. She told me one of her schizophrenic patients bragged once that he went in there and had sex with a Chinese lady for $5. To think I had to pay $10, what the hell. On one of our little road trips we went to the Palau Jail to deliver meds to the prisoners. The prison cells weren’t much different than the ward 5 rooms. I guess the guards used to give meds to the prisoners, but of course they weren’t without corruption and soon enough starting selling the drugs or just keeping them for themselves, so the ministry of health cut a deal with the jail to go inside and do it themselves.
Most of the severe schizophrenics in Palau obviously aren’t in the hospital, and the small but courageous efforts of Georgia can’t keep tabs on all of them. What they have come up with is a day program where these people come to the hospital everyday and do yard work and have therapy sessions. The men tend to the grounds, while the women make lunch. They also branch out into the community to do yard work so they make enough income to keep their program afloat. It’s pretty amazing to see a group of mentally unstable people coming together and create a self sustaining therapeutic program. Dr. Wally said it has really been helping them.
The final tentacle that the behavioral health department sends into the community is a 24/7 help line. But this isn’t a normal help line. When it first started a lot of the teenagers asked if they could text message in their problems. Dr. Wally has the responsibility of looking through the transcriptions of these txt conversations every month to make sure the social workers are doing an adequate job. She gave me one of the files to read. It was late in the day when she gave this to me, I had already been dismissed, I was hungry and tired, but when she gave this to me I couldn’t put it down. Most of the txt messages clearly came from teenagers, mostly girls asking for advise about everything from depression to boy problems. One in particular read “how d u get a boy to lyke u?” The response from the help line was “just be yourself and it will happen”. Dr. Wally offered me the invitation to run the help line for a day if I wanted. Unfortunately I ran out of time and never got the chance, but I imagine it would have been a lot of fun. What I found really interesting is that all of the txt messages that came in were serious. Nobody pranked the line, everyone had a real issue, some more serious than others. I told Dr. Wally that I didn’t think it would work in the states because people might not take it serious, she said that people have such limited options here when it comes to reaching out for help that they respect whatever they are given. I also learned that people in Palau due to cultural restrictions never really show any emotion and tend to bottle everything up. With no outlets they eventually fall into some state of misery. It’s starting to seem that parts of this sunny paradise might only be superficial after all.
In my last couple of days Dr. Wally was sick, she called me because she knew I was in her office abusing her internet privileges. She asked me to round on the ward 5 patients, write a note, and call her if there was any issues. So for two days I was the only quasi doctor managing the mental health unit. Most of the patients were stable and my plan was either “continue plan”, or “see orders”. I called her once with a list of things I wanted to change, she agreed and that was really all there was to it. Perhaps it was a nice swansong to med school that my last act was holding down an entire ward of crazies, and that I never actually wound up there myself.
Following The Wind
After talking to Gary more that night I learned that he has been sailing the pacific for the majority of his adult life. Most of the time he will port somewhere for an extended period of time, sometimes years, find a job either building boats, or whatever carpentry work he can land, when he has enough money he tends to move on to the next island. The only reason I could get out of him that he has been in Palau so long is because it only costs him 300/year to put his boat in the harbor. Gary likes to mention that when he was younger all of his friends and family were pretty disappointed in him for not getting a job/going to college/getting married like he was supposed to. Now that they are all close to retirement Gary has become the envy of just all his friends and family. He has successfully lived a life of leisure sailing wherever and whenever he feels like, and just generally enjoying life.
On Sunday we showed up at the dock at noon. There were about 8 people coming out on the boat, most of whom had already been at the bar for quite some time. The boat could comfortably sit everyone and had a cabin where about 2 people could sleep comfortably; there was even a little kitchen. As we started lifting the sails and getting underway the mood was light and the beers were cracking open. Soon enough everyone was laughing and having a great time. Most of the people on the boat worked around Palau in various bars, or dive shops. Everyone was pretty much a regular when it came to weekend sailing with Gary, we were the only true out of towners. Gary sat back and directed as a couple people drove the boat. I was given a brief lesson in the physics of sailing from Jay, who was in town from Guam for the weekend. He also explained to me how Gary was the master of sailing, and told such stories how he has once sailed for 9 straight days of the Japanese coast in fog so thick he couldn’t see the front of the boat. It was true that when the winds changed he put his beer down, switched hats and started barking orders at people, but quickly went back to laughing and drinking when we were repositioned.
Eventually we pulled up to Palau Pacific Resort, the same resort Vanessa and I bought a membership at, only now it was a bit of a different angle. We anchored in about 30 feet of water and just hung out for a couple of hours, drinking whatever we could get our hands on and eating some pizza. I brought a bottle of Bacardi as a peace offering that quickly disappeared. After an afternoon of snorkeling and swimming and thankfully nobody drowning we turned the boat back to the dock just as the sun was setting. As fate would have it that was the only sunset I’ve seen in Palau that was perfect. Every time we had been at the beach it was too cloudy or raining. What better way to watch a nice round sun melt into the ocean then off the starboard side of an antique 45 foot sailboat as we cruise down the coast.
Back at the dock which was a dive shop, which of course had, you guessed it, a bar. We had a few more drinks. I met Gerald, a German probably about the same age as Gary. Gerald although not as social as Gary, seemed to maybe have more of a fire and need for exploring. He had made the decision when he was very young to be a sailor. In his younger days he had a similar boat to the one he has now which I think he mentioned was about 35 feet. He used to work shipping jobs across the Atlantic and travel wherever he could. He has been doing this his whole life, although he sails now more for leisure then work. He made the case that in Germany perhaps back in the day it was more socially accepted for someone to take a path in life like the one he had lead, unlike the stigma someone would experience in the states for following such a cavaliering mentality. He equated choosing a life of sailing and exploring instead of having a house and a steady job to something as simple as picking a college degree. To him it was pretty simple. I asked him if he would ever stop, or if he had a goal. He smiled and said he would only stop if he died, or met some woman. Meeting people like this that are so free spirited, that have taken the steps and successfully broken free of any social pressures ever put on them fills me with hope and fear. Hope that I might someday live a life like that, and the fear that I actually will
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Team XX
They have a different clinic every day starting at 8am (theoretically) that is dedicated to a certain group of patients. The only exception to this is Thursday morning which is set aside for elective surgeries. Often, the clinic doesn't start exactly on time because the physicians are seeing other patients that have been admitted to the medicine ward or L&D overnight. Mondays and Tuesday mornings are set aside for GYN patients. During these visits, they see women for their annual exams, follow-ups for abnormal paps, or for abnormal symptoms like bleeding or discharge. Tuesday afternoon is dedicated to post-partum visits during which they examine women who delivered 2 or 6 weeks ago and discuss contraception planning and breastfeeding. Wednesday mornings they see high risk prenatal patients - women with gestational diabetes, preeclampsia, a history of miscarriages, etc. Wednesday and Thursday afternoons are for regular prenatal visits, and Friday mornings are dedicated to women who have scheduled their first prenatal visit for the pregnancy.
At any point during the day (i.e. during clinic), the physicians can be paged for emergency admissions, surgeries, or deliveries. Luckily, I haven't seen this too often during my week, but I can easily imagine how that must completely throw off their schedule. It is also very difficult for them because other employees such as the clinic nurses or OR techs do not comprehend the scope of their responsibilities. The world of these ancillary employees is centered around their one responsibility (the clinic, the OR, etc.), so they do not understand why the OBs might be late or why it is absolutely imperative that things start on time if they are available (particularly the surgeries). I have heard many stories over the week in which the OB shows up to the OR for her scheduled elective surgery only to find that the patient has not been wheeled back and the OR nurses/techs are hanging out eating breakfast. The cascade then begins - the surgery starts and finishes late, the OB is late to clinic, the clinic nurse pages her overhead with patients waiting, and so on. What a difference a larger group of physicians (especially residents) make when running a clinic and L&D ward!
As you can imagine, their days are pretty busy and I have used this week to work on my speed with patients, particularly during annual exams, while maintaining comprehensiveness. Lots of pap smears, Leopold maneuvers, and recording of fetal heart rates. Surprisingly, I'm not sick of it at all.....I guess that's a good sign for residency!
Storyboards
In 1929, a visiting Japanese artist and anthropologist became enamored with the carvings and paintings on the bais and was very sad to learn that the Palauns were no longer building them. He then introduced the concept of carving similar scenes on pieces of wood and selling them to the Japanese in Palau (Palau was under Japanese administration at that time). These carvings became known as storyboards and are now considered a traditional art form of Palau. Today, they are carved by master carvers and their apprentices (or prisoners in the Koror jail if they've been good) on local wood - usually mahogony or ironwood - and display images of the local legends and myths. They can take anywhere from a couple of days to several weeks depending on the size. Sometimes, the piece of wood is carved into a shape like a turtle, manta ray, or fish before and then the legend is carved on the body of the animal (like a carving within a carving). To finish the storyboards, they are sometimes painted to add splashes of color or they are left with their natural wood finish. Shoe polish is usually applied to protect the wood and make it shine.
Justin and I have been keeping our eyes open for some storyboard to bring home and we finally found some. We went to several places, but our favorites were from the Tebang Wood Carving Shop, where you can watch the carvers work. We looked at the Koror jail gift ship where inmates who've displayed good behavior can carve and sell their storyboards, but surprisingly, they were more expensive and usually not as good. To be fair, some of them were quite good with a lot of detail and depth in the carvings, but those were usually in the thousand dollar or more price range. Anyway, we found three that we liked and managed to bargain for a price of $115 each (down from $150 each). Admittedly, I didn't do much of the bargaining - that doesn't seem to be a forte of mine but I better work on that since I've been told that absolutely everything in Southeast Asia is negotiable. Justin bought two carvings on wood that was shaped like a turle that tell the legends of the Ngibtal Tree and Ngemelis and the . I bought a rectangular one that also has these same two stories carved on it. Mine has both a turtle and a manta ray carved in the rectangular piece of wood with the legends carved within the bodies (I guess that becomes a carving within a carving within a carving). Now, we just have to figure out the best way to ship them home!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Paradise Interrupted
Peleliu marks one of the bloodiest battles in the history of the US armed forces. Peleliu is at the southern end in the Palau archipelago chain. When the Japanese took over during WWII they utilized Peleliu for its harbor and airstrip making it a vital point for the Japanese command. As the US pushed into the Philippines there was concern about the stability of their flank to the east. It was speculated that the Japanese could move ships from Palau into the Philippines to intercept US forces. Several Generals disagreed with this threat, but the decision was made to invade Palau anyway. On September 15th 1944 Marine divisions landed on Peleliu. They expected a three day battle to take the island. What they didn’t expect was how dug in the Japanese were. Through an intricate series of caves, tunnels, hidden machine guns, and booby traps, the Japanese had rewired Peleliu into a nightmare for any invading force. As the marines landed on shore the Japanese opened steel doors on the mountain side revealing a wide arsenal of motors and 47mm guns that cut whole marine divisions apart, some losses are quoted to be as high as 70%. The expected 2 day battle dragged on for over two months. Losses were astronomical on both sides as guerrilla warfare was being redefined.
So just imagine the doctor sitting in this clinic. He is used to the same diseases that we see today on Peleliu as mentioned before, but over the last few months he has been treating more and more Japanese. His practice is doing well. He remains neutral in the war, and ultimately enjoys the infrastructure the Japanese have brought to his Island. One rather calm night in September is quickly interrupted with the sound of crackles in the distance that he assumes are local kids playing with fireworks. Suddenly he hears a blast and the whole building shakes, knocking medicine off the counter. He knows something isn’t right. The sky starts to light up with shells and he knows what’s happening. Just then a Japanese solider pounds on the door. When the unsuspecting untrained Palauin doctor opens the door the horror of war is literally brought to his footstep as this 19 year old solider falls into his clinic holding his intestines as they try to escape from his body. The next 48 hours are sheer mayhem for him. Every floor space of the clinic is full with bodies, some with cuts and scrapes, others long deceased. Now as if you had a remote control, hit fast forward. The wounded Japanese are soon replaced by Americans, after several more months things calm down. After several years the clinic is forgotten about. Decades later the indigenous population starts to repopulate and rebuild as it once had. In the 1990s The Palauin Government restores the same clinic. Years later a 4th year medical student from the United States gets on a two hour boat ride with an Air Force PA to staff the clinic for the day that is now only open once a week. They see the same diseases that the now traumatized doctor saw in 1943, only a year before he knew how much blood the human body could hold. The clinic is actually quite well maintained as far as drugs are concerned. The PA is from the Air Force Civil Action Team, or CAT for short. He is the medical element to this small deployment of engineers, but once a week he leaves the unit and works in some of the distant indigenous clinics. He brings a supply of drugs that he is given through the Air Force and the ministry of health. So actually the remote clinic in Peleliu to some extend has better access to drugs than the hospital in Koror. There are of course quarks in the clinic. I had to blow the spider webs out of the otoscope before I could look in someone’s ear. The diseases for the most part were fairly benign. The most interesting of the 10 patients we saw being a huge ganglion cyst, a case of viral arthritis, and of course fungal infections.
The island is peaceful, the island people seem happy and fat. The battle of Peleliu code named “Stalemate II” is now only held in memory by a small but significant war memorial museum. The museum’s hours of operation are based on calling the rangers to come open it up. There is a single shelf lining a series of hallway that holds rusted pieces of artillery, random articles of clothing, and gear found in the woods. Most impressive are the stories that line the walls. Mostly from news paper articles or the personal memoirs of marines that fought on the island. They tell a graphic depiction of how what seems like a tropical paradise now was at one time the bloodiest battle in the pacific. The battle of Peleliu is also remembered by the unexploded munitions that are peppered throughout the dense jungle all over the island. There has been very little excavation work to uncover some of these caves and battle sights. The jungle has reclaimed most of it anyway. A few years ago a tourist came to the island retracing his father’s footsteps in the war. He found caves full of human remains and Japanese relics of war. I think the Japanese government still has a standing request on the island that if any relic is found to ship it back to Japan. It would be a fascinating experience to explore the jungles of Peleliu searching unexplored caves for these artifacts. Too bad I don’t have more time.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Update on Meconium Aspiration
I’m now working in the OB/GYN service so I had the opportunity to find out more about the Meconium Aspiration case from my first week here. As it turns out, there was a lot that the pediatricians didn’t know.
As I said in my earlier post, this was the patient’s first pregnancy and she was a little over a week post term. The
When she got to the hospital, she was strapped to the fetal monitor which showed lots of decelerations indicating that the fetus was in distress. They administered oxygen, IV fluids, and put the mom in the lateral position to increase blood flow. At this point, the fetal heart rate returned to normal. The mother was still have regular contractions and was dilating normally. The
So, based on the patient’s presentation and the information obtained, the OB did everything appropriately. One could still ask why a C-section was not performed earlier (at initial presentation and signs of fetal distress) but the fetal heart rate returned to baseline with normal accelerations after the administration of oxygen and fluids. Would an American OB have gone straight to the OR? Maybe, but we often say that American OBs are too quick to rush patients back for C-sections rather than letting them labor down. Which is the right way? Unfortunately, there isn’t one – it’s a call based on clinical judgment and either one would be criticized for different reasons. Sadly, the cost in this case was high.