"Life is short, and the Art is long; the occasion fleeting; experience fallacious, and judgement difficult. The physician must not only be prepared to do what is right himself, but also to make the patient, the attendants, and the externals, cooperate."
The above is an interpretation of Hippocrates' first aphorism as interpreted and printed in "The Uncertain Art: Thoughts on a Life in Medicine," by Sherwin B. Nuland, MD. I can't say yet that the book is any good - still only about three chapters into it. But the aphorism itself is... well, a single adjective doesn't really describe it well enough. It is insightful, thorough, and something that each PA student, NP student, and medical student (osteopathic or allopathic) should be introduced to. It is daunting to undertake the charges given; it is in some ways difficult to wrap ones brain around them all; it manages to convey in just a short piece of text the history of the medical profession, the responsibility that we all bear in our clinics, offices, and hospital wards, and even to provide ethical guidance to help us operate in gray areas.
With all of these things in mind, I want to discuss it in a piece-by-piece fashion. I can't tackle it all at once, obviously, so we'll begin with the first phrase - "Life is short, and the Art is long."
It is attributed that Hippocrates was discussing medicine when he penned this in roughly 400 B.C. "The Art," thus refers to the art of medicine, I believe. This appears to be widely accepted. Life is short, and the Art is long - to me this says something on several levels.
The first thing I take away from this is of course that my life will be too short to fully understand every facet of the art of medicine. I will never know all that there is to know... Nor will any of us. Every month of every year (perhaps even every day) scientists and doctors (and PAs and NPs) discover new things about medicine that are, in some cases, revolutionary. We used to believe that if someone was bleeding out on the ground then we should pump them full of fluid to keep their blood pressure up. Just recently, with protracted wars in two theaters, we've discovered through methodical analysis of military medical records that normal saline or lactated ringers pumped into the body of a bleeding patient actually decreases their chance of survival. Yet the principle has been our M.O. for greater than 5 decades. I will never be able to sew in a coronary artery graft, nor will my doctor. The cardiac surgeon who does these will never be as adept at managing an ankle sprain as I or the orthopedic surgeon downstairs are. Not one of us will ever get it, 100%. This has many ramifications - communication between us being the most obvious. But willingness to cooperate and share responsibility for people - as I've talked about in the past - is another thing that comes to mind. In order for our patients to get the best care possible with front line approaches, it requires a multiple-specialty team.
On another level, this phrase shows me that when ailment strikes, the lives of our patients become quite short if we don't do the right things at the right moments. Life is fragile in many ways when illness or injury comes into the picture. The meaning of the second snippet could be that medicine can take too long to have its effect and save a life, or it can mean that in these instances when disease has struck there is much that needs to be understood in order to fix an ailing patient. In an older patient with acute onset of delirium tremens in the setting of pancreatitis who sustains rib fractures and bleeding into the chest - where should I begin? What are the physiologic mechanisms by which this patient has become sick? How do I correct them? Why does the calcium level in this patient's blood drop precipitously? What is the mechanism by which the albumin is low? What happens to this body when albumin is low and how do I correct it? How do we manage the bed sores that might develop? What is the physiology of respiration and how does it affect all of the other stuff I've already mentioned? Would someone who wasn't well trained in the Art be ready to manage this patient when time matters and even an hour's delay could be the difference between life and death for this person? Obviously the answer I'm getting at is, "No." Life is short, and the Art is long.
When taken at face value we can admit that life is indeed short, medicine indeed takes a lot of time to learn. It takes even longer to become proficient with it. This is perhaps the simplest meaning to be taken from the first phrase, but all of the other stuff that I mentioned is hidden more deeply underneath the surface. And all of it, in the end, comes into play when we're taking care of our patients on a day-to-day basis.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Hiatus
To those who read this on a regular basis - I'm sorry for being so lame as to give you nothing to read. But here is the latest update.
I have taken a new job working as an urgent care PA. You might ask what that is... Then again, you might not. But I'll tell you anyway. Urgent care is exactly that - I see patients who walk into the clinic without an appointment and feel they have a minor emergency occurring. Now, most of this is not actually emergent - a majority if what I see is sinus infections, ear infections in kids, strep throat, etc. But about 30-40% of my practice is devoted to truly urgent issues: a weekend warrior (that's me!) breaks an ankle while playing flag football in the park; a child has really severe nausea and hasn't been able to keep anything down for over 24 hours and is becoming dehydrated; a dull knife slips... You get the picture. Ankle sprains, concussions (without loss of consciousness - that's another story), and the like are welcome in my urgent care. And sometimes I see much worse stuff, too. Pneumonia, blood clots in the lungs, heart failure - that kind of thing. The job is remarkably challenging - I would not have believed myself capable of this pace, but it is remarkably rewarding. I can take care of 30-40 patients per day and sometimes I'm able to restore them quickly, and naturally the instant gratification is very satisfying.
So, that's where things are right now professionally. I'm contemplating another post soon about the first aphorism... Hopefully it won't be 2-3 months before I get around to it.
I have taken a new job working as an urgent care PA. You might ask what that is... Then again, you might not. But I'll tell you anyway. Urgent care is exactly that - I see patients who walk into the clinic without an appointment and feel they have a minor emergency occurring. Now, most of this is not actually emergent - a majority if what I see is sinus infections, ear infections in kids, strep throat, etc. But about 30-40% of my practice is devoted to truly urgent issues: a weekend warrior (that's me!) breaks an ankle while playing flag football in the park; a child has really severe nausea and hasn't been able to keep anything down for over 24 hours and is becoming dehydrated; a dull knife slips... You get the picture. Ankle sprains, concussions (without loss of consciousness - that's another story), and the like are welcome in my urgent care. And sometimes I see much worse stuff, too. Pneumonia, blood clots in the lungs, heart failure - that kind of thing. The job is remarkably challenging - I would not have believed myself capable of this pace, but it is remarkably rewarding. I can take care of 30-40 patients per day and sometimes I'm able to restore them quickly, and naturally the instant gratification is very satisfying.
So, that's where things are right now professionally. I'm contemplating another post soon about the first aphorism... Hopefully it won't be 2-3 months before I get around to it.
PA Name Change
I think that it is about time I make my stance on this topic known publicly. But first, a little bit of background for those who don't know what the title of this post is referring to.
In the 1960s the Physician Assistant profession became the brain child of one Eugene Stead, MD. Dr. Stead believed that servicemen coming back from the war with extensive combat medical experience could be crosstrained for a year in general medicine and then begin working alongside physician colleagues practicing medicine. His vision was that these men would extend the number of primary care providers available to stem what was at that time just a minor shortage. He was right, we do a fantastic job of this. His pilot program began at Duke University, and when these men graduated they were Physician Associates. Shortly after his pilot graduates began their fledgling careers, these providers were renamed Physician Assistants and we have carried that name ever since.
Fast forward 50 years or so. We remain in these roles taking care of our patients, practicing medicine and doing excellent work. Physician Assistants form a crucial part of most medical practices in the nation. We are almost 90,000 strong (depending on which resource you look at) and we are involved in pretty much every medical specialty. In family practices and other primary care specialties we are essentially doing the same thing as our physician counterparts, though there are some limitations. And for the past 20 years or so there has been a lot of discussion about returning to our roots as Physician Associates rather than Assistants. The feeling among most of my PA colleagues is that the "assistant" moniker no longer represents what we truly do in the medical world anymore. Initially there was an element of assistant-ship to what we did, but our role and jobs have evolved fairly extensively. We are no longer assistants, but we are associates to our physician partners, helping to extend the number of patients that can be reached. We still have some oversight, but it is no longer an apprenticeship or assistant role that we play; we are partners in medical care.
This year the debate is growing even more heated. Past representatives of the American Academy of PAs have made their opinions know, petitions have circulated, and there may be a resolution in front of our decision making body at the national convention this year to begin the process of changing our name back to that of Physician Associate. I have to admit that my stance on this is that the title of Physician Assistant is misleading to the people I take care of on a daily basis. I often get, "What exactly is a Physician Assistant? I thought you were the people who put the patient in rooms and took their vital signs and stuff." When I tell people what I do or introduce myself to my patients as a PA, there are often questions and occasional sidelong glances of distrust. I do feel that our title is misrepresentative. As such, I support a name change.
The caution is that we as a professional association have to avoid alienating ourselves from the physicians who have always supported us. Those of us pushing for a name change and the general public as well as our supervising/sponsoring physicians need to understand that we aren't pushing for independent practice or greater scopes of practice or any more leeway than we have now. We are only trying to emphasize that PAs are much more than assistants - we are providers who diagnose and treat illness. We have the training and skills to do much more than the assistant title connotes. That is all. We need that message relayed to the public and our patients via a name change. We need it in order to foster greater trust and to cement ourselves in the medical community. That is all. The name change will not only benefit us, but will benefit our physician partners as well. I see it as a win-win.
There are many who oppose the change, and their reasons aren't horrible. But for the future of the profession and our own growth I am fairly certain we will need to move along in the name change process. You will continue to hear about this as time goes along, so I hope this gives enough background. It's a big debate, and I hope that we can partner with our physician and PA colleagues alike to resolve it in a way that benefits us as well as them but overall so that our patients will have a better idea of who we are.
In the 1960s the Physician Assistant profession became the brain child of one Eugene Stead, MD. Dr. Stead believed that servicemen coming back from the war with extensive combat medical experience could be crosstrained for a year in general medicine and then begin working alongside physician colleagues practicing medicine. His vision was that these men would extend the number of primary care providers available to stem what was at that time just a minor shortage. He was right, we do a fantastic job of this. His pilot program began at Duke University, and when these men graduated they were Physician Associates. Shortly after his pilot graduates began their fledgling careers, these providers were renamed Physician Assistants and we have carried that name ever since.
Fast forward 50 years or so. We remain in these roles taking care of our patients, practicing medicine and doing excellent work. Physician Assistants form a crucial part of most medical practices in the nation. We are almost 90,000 strong (depending on which resource you look at) and we are involved in pretty much every medical specialty. In family practices and other primary care specialties we are essentially doing the same thing as our physician counterparts, though there are some limitations. And for the past 20 years or so there has been a lot of discussion about returning to our roots as Physician Associates rather than Assistants. The feeling among most of my PA colleagues is that the "assistant" moniker no longer represents what we truly do in the medical world anymore. Initially there was an element of assistant-ship to what we did, but our role and jobs have evolved fairly extensively. We are no longer assistants, but we are associates to our physician partners, helping to extend the number of patients that can be reached. We still have some oversight, but it is no longer an apprenticeship or assistant role that we play; we are partners in medical care.
This year the debate is growing even more heated. Past representatives of the American Academy of PAs have made their opinions know, petitions have circulated, and there may be a resolution in front of our decision making body at the national convention this year to begin the process of changing our name back to that of Physician Associate. I have to admit that my stance on this is that the title of Physician Assistant is misleading to the people I take care of on a daily basis. I often get, "What exactly is a Physician Assistant? I thought you were the people who put the patient in rooms and took their vital signs and stuff." When I tell people what I do or introduce myself to my patients as a PA, there are often questions and occasional sidelong glances of distrust. I do feel that our title is misrepresentative. As such, I support a name change.
The caution is that we as a professional association have to avoid alienating ourselves from the physicians who have always supported us. Those of us pushing for a name change and the general public as well as our supervising/sponsoring physicians need to understand that we aren't pushing for independent practice or greater scopes of practice or any more leeway than we have now. We are only trying to emphasize that PAs are much more than assistants - we are providers who diagnose and treat illness. We have the training and skills to do much more than the assistant title connotes. That is all. We need that message relayed to the public and our patients via a name change. We need it in order to foster greater trust and to cement ourselves in the medical community. That is all. The name change will not only benefit us, but will benefit our physician partners as well. I see it as a win-win.
There are many who oppose the change, and their reasons aren't horrible. But for the future of the profession and our own growth I am fairly certain we will need to move along in the name change process. You will continue to hear about this as time goes along, so I hope this gives enough background. It's a big debate, and I hope that we can partner with our physician and PA colleagues alike to resolve it in a way that benefits us as well as them but overall so that our patients will have a better idea of who we are.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Winning and Losing
Today started out less happy than most days. I got a call from a patient who had a serious problem - a problem I had been worried about developing. Part of the problem was brought on by the medicine I gave to my patient. It was a known risk, one that I felt was outweighed by the benefits that were experienced. My patient agreed with that, until we both realized that the opposite was true. The natural adverse effect of the medicine was worse than either of us expected. No harm is done, it is all completely reversible. The patient will, in the end, be fine. But the hardship and emotional stress was more than expected, and I was a contributor to that. Chalk one up in the "Loss" column.
But later in the same day, I checked my inbox and found a magical piece of paper. It was a radiology study result that another patient and I had been waiting for for over a month; the patient had in fact been waiting for about the past 6 months for someone to make the diagnosis and get this magic piece of paper in their hand. And today I got it. The results of this test explained some very concerning and dangerous symptoms, and more than that offered hope of a cure of these symptoms. It was very good news and a long time coming. Chalk one up in the "Win" column.
This is life now. Wins, losses... Big wins, and big losses. But more than that, each win is a patient, each loss is someone I am responsible for. The gambles, the risk/benefit analyses I go through each day end up affecting someone else in a large way. This is not news to me, but this is the first time that I have had such a stark contrast in the same day. The gamble for one patient did not pay off, while the roll of the dice on a diagnostic test for another patient was completely successful. I am thankful that, to this point, I haven't had to gamble with someone's life. But I know that it is coming. And days like these make me one step more prepared. But it is still humbling, still intimidating, and incredibly challenging. I am just hoping that I stack up a whole bunch more wins than losses.
But later in the same day, I checked my inbox and found a magical piece of paper. It was a radiology study result that another patient and I had been waiting for for over a month; the patient had in fact been waiting for about the past 6 months for someone to make the diagnosis and get this magic piece of paper in their hand. And today I got it. The results of this test explained some very concerning and dangerous symptoms, and more than that offered hope of a cure of these symptoms. It was very good news and a long time coming. Chalk one up in the "Win" column.
This is life now. Wins, losses... Big wins, and big losses. But more than that, each win is a patient, each loss is someone I am responsible for. The gambles, the risk/benefit analyses I go through each day end up affecting someone else in a large way. This is not news to me, but this is the first time that I have had such a stark contrast in the same day. The gamble for one patient did not pay off, while the roll of the dice on a diagnostic test for another patient was completely successful. I am thankful that, to this point, I haven't had to gamble with someone's life. But I know that it is coming. And days like these make me one step more prepared. But it is still humbling, still intimidating, and incredibly challenging. I am just hoping that I stack up a whole bunch more wins than losses.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Candy, Toys, or Recess?
I have been thinking about these three things frequently since my emergency medicine rotation over a year ago. I may have commented on it at that time... I don't recall and don't want to sort through a host of old posts to find it. Suffice it to say that a wise preceptor of mine once told me that people who go to an ER or Urgent Care want one of three things: they either want candy (medicine), toys (protective equipment/braces/ace wraps, etc), or recess (time off from work/school). I spent my day today doing urgent care (aka minor care) and it was evident that the desire to receive one of these things is present in nearly everybody.
I had a patient today who basically came in because of cramps. As it turns out, the patient had not been drinking any water to speak of... at all. For days. But this simple explanation was not sufficient. This person was sick, according to relatives, and it had to be something worse than a water deficit. For almost everyone else, there was medicine or bracing or just a day or two off from work that helped them leave happy as clams. But for the one person who didn't get one of the three, there was little closure - little apparent relief given my assessment and treatment planning as well as the counseling on nutrition and hydration guidelines.
Several of my preceptors discussed with me the importance of "reassurance" as part of a treatment plan and counseling of my patients. This works well for a few patients, but mostly only those who schedule routine office visits and yearly exams on a regular basis. Reassurance for the "worried well" works fine in most cases... For those who are convinced that they are emergently or urgently sick, a little "reassurance" is much more difficult to make sufficient. At the same time, that should never keep us from trying.
I had a patient today who basically came in because of cramps. As it turns out, the patient had not been drinking any water to speak of... at all. For days. But this simple explanation was not sufficient. This person was sick, according to relatives, and it had to be something worse than a water deficit. For almost everyone else, there was medicine or bracing or just a day or two off from work that helped them leave happy as clams. But for the one person who didn't get one of the three, there was little closure - little apparent relief given my assessment and treatment planning as well as the counseling on nutrition and hydration guidelines.
Several of my preceptors discussed with me the importance of "reassurance" as part of a treatment plan and counseling of my patients. This works well for a few patients, but mostly only those who schedule routine office visits and yearly exams on a regular basis. Reassurance for the "worried well" works fine in most cases... For those who are convinced that they are emergently or urgently sick, a little "reassurance" is much more difficult to make sufficient. At the same time, that should never keep us from trying.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Art
I know that I have talked about the art of medicine before. I have also talked about the lack of certainty that is ever present when practicing medicine. Endless study and research has gone into removing the uncertainty from medicine, but there is no way to do so completely. The human body is too complex, too poorly understood, for us to know 100% what the right decision is for every patient.
It truly is an art. I will briefly share an experience from a few weeks ago that illustrates this - again, please pardon the vague references, but I want to protect confidentiality. So, a young woman comes to me with signs of a relatively common problem that is quite serious. I followed all the scientific evidence to diagnose the condition with laboratory tests - but none confirmed the diagnosis. Because of her prior history, I referred her to a specialist she'd been seeing so that he and I could get her referred to another specialist ASAP. They screened her for the same condition I screened her for and did not find any evidence for it. The other specialist didn't find anything either. Basically, as a last resort, a risky procedure was done with what seemed like little evidence - and all of her symptoms resolved. She'd had the condition we were worried about the entire time, but had none of the standard manifestations of the condition.
I shrugged my shoulders and threw my hands up in the air when I heard that she'd had what we were worried about all along. She had only one sign, and though the books say that someone with this condition should have laboratory findings to confirm the diagnosis, she did not. My question was, "How am I supposed to make the right diagnosis and save lives when they don't exhibit the signs they're supposed to? Don't they read the books?" I know, of course, that uncertainty is inherent in the job. That this is an art, and that sometimes I have to follow paths that are not spelled out 100%. This is why I enjoy the job, but it is also something that makes the job quite frustrating and at times remarkably scary. All in a days work, I suppose.
It truly is an art. I will briefly share an experience from a few weeks ago that illustrates this - again, please pardon the vague references, but I want to protect confidentiality. So, a young woman comes to me with signs of a relatively common problem that is quite serious. I followed all the scientific evidence to diagnose the condition with laboratory tests - but none confirmed the diagnosis. Because of her prior history, I referred her to a specialist she'd been seeing so that he and I could get her referred to another specialist ASAP. They screened her for the same condition I screened her for and did not find any evidence for it. The other specialist didn't find anything either. Basically, as a last resort, a risky procedure was done with what seemed like little evidence - and all of her symptoms resolved. She'd had the condition we were worried about the entire time, but had none of the standard manifestations of the condition.
I shrugged my shoulders and threw my hands up in the air when I heard that she'd had what we were worried about all along. She had only one sign, and though the books say that someone with this condition should have laboratory findings to confirm the diagnosis, she did not. My question was, "How am I supposed to make the right diagnosis and save lives when they don't exhibit the signs they're supposed to? Don't they read the books?" I know, of course, that uncertainty is inherent in the job. That this is an art, and that sometimes I have to follow paths that are not spelled out 100%. This is why I enjoy the job, but it is also something that makes the job quite frustrating and at times remarkably scary. All in a days work, I suppose.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Absence
It has been quite some time since my last post. In the intervening time, a lot has changed.
The major change is that I am going to be moving to a new job. I got a phone call out of the blue about five weeks ago with an excellent proposal. The new position will have me seeing more patients weekly, but working fewer hours. I will be moving from government medicine to private practice. I will be working in a larger practice with many excellent MDs, DOs and NPs around me. Interestingly, I will be the only PA in the practice. I am a bit intimidated by this fact - what will it mean for the future? Will the group transition away from PAs in favor of NPs? Why did they pick a PA in the first place? I am grateful for the opportunity and I believe it will be an excellent one - there is already some talk about working with the local emergency room and there may be opportunities to work in surgery as well.
I deeply regret leaving my current clinic - the need for providers is very great. But with this move I am putting my family first. I feel good about that.
The major change is that I am going to be moving to a new job. I got a phone call out of the blue about five weeks ago with an excellent proposal. The new position will have me seeing more patients weekly, but working fewer hours. I will be moving from government medicine to private practice. I will be working in a larger practice with many excellent MDs, DOs and NPs around me. Interestingly, I will be the only PA in the practice. I am a bit intimidated by this fact - what will it mean for the future? Will the group transition away from PAs in favor of NPs? Why did they pick a PA in the first place? I am grateful for the opportunity and I believe it will be an excellent one - there is already some talk about working with the local emergency room and there may be opportunities to work in surgery as well.
I deeply regret leaving my current clinic - the need for providers is very great. But with this move I am putting my family first. I feel good about that.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Selection Conference / PA School Interviews #2
Yesterday I had the privilege of participating in my school's selection conference for the fifth time. The first two times I participated as an applicant. I still remember the first time that I went. I remember the awe-struck feeling that I had when I walked into that room and saw 40 of my peers milling around. The awe increased when I realized who my peers were - these were respiratory therapists, paramedics, military medics and corpsman, athletic trainers with 10+ years of experience as the head ATC for a professional sports team... I remember thinking, "How did I get grouped in with such highly qualified professionals?" I seem to remember thinking to myself that if these were the type of people who were applying to PA school, how could I consider myself ready when I had the bare minimum of qualifications? I was excited to be there, honored to be there. But perhaps not really ready. There was an undeniable desire to get into the program, to spend years learning alongside intelligent and driven people like these. There was no question of what I needed to do for my future - I needed to be a PA.
I didn't get accepted that first year, and by the providence of God. The second interview was much smoother for me - I was less nervous, certainly put a better foot forward, and had the confidence necessary to get the job done. But again I was awestruck by the quality of my peers. Again I felt that I paled in comparison to some, but would benefit others with my perseverance and diligence. It was a great group. I was honored to be among them, and this time I felt that I had something to bring to the table. It was an absolutely delightful day.
I got accepted the that year and began my PA school evolution the following year. As a student I helped out with some administrative details of the interviews and I helped to "sell" the program to the candidates by discussing with them the aspects of the school that I liked most, the things that were hardest but how they could be overcome, and just how interesting studying to be a PA is. We had several meetings with the students throughout the day - lunch and a social after the interviews. Again I was honored to be a part of the process in my small way. The group, once again, represented an amazing conglomeration of individuals, outstanding experience, and amazing drive.
Last year I was able to participate in the interview process for the fourth time. But this time I was given the opportunity to help select the next class of students to attend the program. You can read what I wrote about that last year, here. The experience was once again remarkably exciting, inspiring, and at the same time humbling. Again I was struck by the fact that there were some highly qualified applicants who were rejected for one reason or another, but here I was interviewing them as a current student. How did I get in, and these people were not going to? Again, the grace of God. But on top of this, and something I didn't realize until this year, is that now I am part of selected and building the class, and thereby the future of my PA program. What a great responsibility and privilege.
This year, that responsibility and privilege was more tangible. As a graduate now I have a new perspective. First of all, I am so thankful for my PA program - the instructors, the office folks, the student affairs coordinators - these people invested a lot in me and have helped me succeed. I owe them a lot. I have always appreciated them, but I didn't see it well as a student because I was in the middle of just trying to survive PA school. Secondly, I now see that I am part of their history, the school's history. And now, as a part of the profession that they have worked to protect and build, I feel greatly inclined to continue to be part of their future as well. The school and the people who make it up are all outstanding, and they have put together one of the top programs in the nation. From this new perspective on the PA program itself and on the people we select to represent us as future colleagues, I think there may be a place for me among the faculty. I feel a slight but not subtle calling to try teaching the next round of "kids" that come through our doors. It is an exciting calling, a humbling calling, and one that I look forward to.
And yet, I know I still have a lot to learn.
I didn't get accepted that first year, and by the providence of God. The second interview was much smoother for me - I was less nervous, certainly put a better foot forward, and had the confidence necessary to get the job done. But again I was awestruck by the quality of my peers. Again I felt that I paled in comparison to some, but would benefit others with my perseverance and diligence. It was a great group. I was honored to be among them, and this time I felt that I had something to bring to the table. It was an absolutely delightful day.
I got accepted the that year and began my PA school evolution the following year. As a student I helped out with some administrative details of the interviews and I helped to "sell" the program to the candidates by discussing with them the aspects of the school that I liked most, the things that were hardest but how they could be overcome, and just how interesting studying to be a PA is. We had several meetings with the students throughout the day - lunch and a social after the interviews. Again I was honored to be a part of the process in my small way. The group, once again, represented an amazing conglomeration of individuals, outstanding experience, and amazing drive.
Last year I was able to participate in the interview process for the fourth time. But this time I was given the opportunity to help select the next class of students to attend the program. You can read what I wrote about that last year, here. The experience was once again remarkably exciting, inspiring, and at the same time humbling. Again I was struck by the fact that there were some highly qualified applicants who were rejected for one reason or another, but here I was interviewing them as a current student. How did I get in, and these people were not going to? Again, the grace of God. But on top of this, and something I didn't realize until this year, is that now I am part of selected and building the class, and thereby the future of my PA program. What a great responsibility and privilege.
This year, that responsibility and privilege was more tangible. As a graduate now I have a new perspective. First of all, I am so thankful for my PA program - the instructors, the office folks, the student affairs coordinators - these people invested a lot in me and have helped me succeed. I owe them a lot. I have always appreciated them, but I didn't see it well as a student because I was in the middle of just trying to survive PA school. Secondly, I now see that I am part of their history, the school's history. And now, as a part of the profession that they have worked to protect and build, I feel greatly inclined to continue to be part of their future as well. The school and the people who make it up are all outstanding, and they have put together one of the top programs in the nation. From this new perspective on the PA program itself and on the people we select to represent us as future colleagues, I think there may be a place for me among the faculty. I feel a slight but not subtle calling to try teaching the next round of "kids" that come through our doors. It is an exciting calling, a humbling calling, and one that I look forward to.
And yet, I know I still have a lot to learn.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
First birthday
Today is my first birthday as a PA. Looking back over the last year, a lot has transpired. You can read the posts if you'd like, but to summarize it I have to say that I feel like somewhat of a different person. I feel a heavier weight on my shoulders daily, but I bear it gladly and it really doesn't impinge upon life in general. I still enjoy the things I used to, but to a different extent and I balance enjoyment with responsibility a little better than I used to. I feel, basically, like I've grown up quite a bit over the past year. My family can tell me if they believe that... I guess we'll see. But it's been a great year and I'm looking forward to what this next one has in store for me.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Busy month
This past month has been a blur. So much has transpired that I have difficulty keeping it straight. I think I saw something like 160 patients last month (though I had well over 200 on my schedule) - this is not a lot for some practices, but I work in a managed care organization so our rate is a little slower. That said, every patient that we see has 2-3 chronic medical problems - diabetes, hypertension, hyperlipidemia, coronary artery disease, chronic kidney disease/renal failure, congestive heart failure, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (and still smoking a pack-a-day), you name it - and they are on a host of medications. So all our visits are just enough time to take care of them thoroughly and stay sane. I'm seeing almost the same number as my peers - some of whom have been there for 2-3 years, so I feel comfortable with my patient load. I know it will get higher as time goes on and I change jobs, but it really is perfect for a new graduate. I have seen some fairly scary things, picked up some odd diagnoses (though nothing spectacular like a pheochromocytoma), and done a few surgeries (minor things like skin biopsies). It has been humbling, frightening, exhilarating, and challenging. It is everything I had hoped for in a new career, and it pays the bills. I am remarkably blessed to have this opportunity and can't wait to see what the future holds.
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