my secret life as a psychiatrist

so, im on this rotation named 'med-psych'. i actually thought about doing med-psych combined residency and was thinking this month might be like that, but the name med-psych is somewhat of a misnomer. the month is more a combo of physical diagnosis rounds, lectures, simulated patients, reflecting on experiences, clinic, and some psych here and there.

psych was actually one of my most fave rotations in med school, so im happy to be doing some psych this month and learning about how the psych department interfaces with medicine as a consult service and what services are available both on the inpatient and outpatient side of things.

i was basically just oriented on my first day on psych consults, saw a patient with the attending, and then listened to social workers in the ER talk to the attending about cases. the next time i was back on consults, the attending was swamped, and asked if i wanted to see a patient on my own. of course, i said yes! it was my chance to be a true med-psych person for one day.

the consult was to evaluate a woman who had some chronic chest pain for anxiety. i fumbled through my disorganized papers and kicked myself for not having on hand the lecture notes on anxiety disorders that this same attending had given me a few days before. i was paying attention during the lecture, i swear, but it still helps to ground myself before i go to see the patient. in any case, i read some stuff quickly online, looked over the patient record, and then went off to see the patient.

when i entered the room, the nurse was giving some medication, so i just said "Hi" and waited for him to finish. the first thing the patient said to me was, "Hi! You're really beautiful." internally, i was like uh-oh, this could be trouble. after saying thanks for the compliment and asking how she was doing, i introduced myself as an intern with the psychiatry team. the patient totally flipped and yelled at me to get out, saying she did not want to see a psychiatrist, did not need to see a psychiatrist, and didn't want anything to do with psychiatry. i tried to clarify that i was not an actual psychiatrist (but was working with the psych consult team) and just wanted to ask her a few questions. the nurse had my back (yay!) and was like, 'why don't you just listen to what she has to say before you tell her to leave?' unfortunately, this was to no avail, and she kept yelling at me, saying she was going to sue the hospital, asking who had sent me, etc. i switched tactics and asked her if she'd had a bad experience with psych before, but she wouldn't respond. eventually, i ended up leaving, and the nurse was like, "well, you can't help people who don't want to be helped."

i was dejected as i headed back to one of the doctor work rooms to page the psych attending. i felt like i had failed without even trying, and wasn't helping out because i wasn't able to complete the consult. when i talked to the attending on the phone, she apologized for putting me in that situation and said that i'd done what i could do. patients who are competent have a right to refuse psych consults (or any other procedure) but i still felt like there was unfinished work to be done on her - i hope the primary team was able to sort things out.

after my unsuccessful attempt to see a patient alone, i accompanied the attending to see a pleasant man who was totally manic after he had been taken off his psych meds during a medical hospitalization. he was seriously talking a mile a minute, not making a ton of sense, and constantly on the move. the psych attending miraculously was able to get him to sign a voluntary commitment form for him to be transferred over to the psych ward after spending about 10 minutes with him, redirecting him at times, and just trying to listen to what he had to say (which was a lot). i hope he gets back on meds that help him get back to his baseline and he can go back to living in his pseudo-assisted living facility for people with chronic mental illness.

despite not having gone into psych , im happy i had a chance to do some psych consults this month and attend some psych lectures, which i've really enjoyed, except for an off-topic comment by one of the lecturers about how he didn't believe that accepting pens or other paraphernalia from pharmaceutical companies was a conflict of interest. "As if we were so easily swayed," he muttered. it was the end of the lecture and i didn't want to drag it into lunchtime, but under my breath i was like, "We totally are! And there's tons of EVIDENCE to prove that marketing makes a DIFFERENCE in physician prescribing patterns." and then i remembered from amsa days that the APA has a really terrible record of accepting all kinds of $$ from pharma and that ive rarely seen a pharm-free psychiatrist. oh well - have to choose your battles, right?

in conclusion, even though my med-psych month is ending, im sure ill have *tons* of psych issues to deal with in my own clinic (ive already had two patients with bipolar disorder) and also on the wards. more to come! :)

strong work: night float, part 2

so, i don't anticipate describing every patient i ever see in residency on the blog, but i did want to talk briefly about my second night as night float, when i served as the admitting intern.

i admitted one patient overnight on my first night float night, which was a good way to start - it was also slow, so i definitely would've done more if there were more patients admitted to medicine. at the outset, it seemed to be a pretty straightfoward case - young woman, nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain for a couple days, CT scan showed signs concerning for pancreatitis. the basic treatment for pancreatitis is really straightforward - nothing by mouth, lots of IV fluids, pain control. great way to start out, learn basic ordering in the computer system.

i went to talk to the patient and her boyfriend and learned about what had been going on - it seemed like the pain had been going on a lot longer, and i got some other information, but the working diagnosis was still pancreatitis. she seemed really anxious, didn't have insurance, and didn't really want to stay. i tried to 'talk her down', let her know what the plan was, and told her i would check in as the night went on. looking at her bloodwork over time; however, i noticed that her blood count was dropping. this could be due to a dilutional effect, where the IV fluids you get 'dilutes' your blood count so it appears that there are less red blood cells than there really are. her blood count kept dropping over time though, so i told the resident i was concerned that there might be more going on even though the patient "looked" great. he agreed that the blood count was low, and it was still low even after we repeated the blood draw, so we decided to get another CT scan, just in case she was bleeding.

as predicted, when i called the radiology resident to ask if she could read the CT, she questioned why we would order another CT eight hours after the patient had just gotten one. i told her that the blood count had dropped considerably and we were concerned about bleeding. she said she didn't see anything, and then i was like, ok, well, better safe than sorry.

as i was getting ready to catch a few winks of sleep, the radiology resident called me back and said on further review, there was hemorrhage in the cul-de-sac, but she couldn't identify the source of the bleeding. i called the general surgery team to evaluate her right away and they said they would see her. after a couple hours, i called them back to see if they had any recommendations and they determined that the likely source of the bleed was a ruptured ovarian cyst. i felt happy because this was on my differential (a list of possible diagnoses you think of at the outset), and then called gynecology to come take a look at the patient before handing her off to the day team who would assume her primary care.

there was more to the story than just this, like keeping the patient informed about developments, trying to enforce rules about family (or boyfriends) staying in the room overnight but letting the patient know that i was still on her side, and making sure everyone was on the same page. when i left in the morning, i was proud that i'd been part of "catching" something that could have been easily overlooked, and also happy that the resident i'd worked with had given me one of the best compliments that a doctor-in-training can get - "strong work!"

patients and patience

so, as many of you know, i 'officially' started residency at johns hopkins bayview on july 1, 2009, which is the official start date for residencies throughout the us. in reality, most of us start before, and we had three days of orientation before starting our first rotation on june 25th.

i started on one of the "easy" months of intern year named "Med-Psych". med-psych is basically a smorgasbord of physical diagnosis rounds, where we go see patients with interesting findings and work on honing physical exam skills, attend different clinics (derm, psych consults, and our clinic where we follow patients over 3 years) and lectures, work on physician-patient communication skills, and do touchy-feely activities talking about our experiences, which i generally like. we also do one weekend of night float.

so, as a doctor, i have my 'own' patients, patients that i serve as the primary care provider for. i saw my first patient in my first clinic on my first day of residency. after a whirlwind orientation by our trusty senior resident attending, i grabbed the chart and walked in. the patient was new to the practice, so there were no old records to look at - just starting off afresh.

even though my first patient was there for a physical, he also was establishing care for the first time in awhile and i spent most of the time just talking to him. he was older, around my parents' age, and he reminded me of a trucker, in a lonely type of way. he had some pretty wicked tattoos, and i asked about them - many of them were related to martial arts, and we ended up spending some time talking about that, and buddhism, and meditation. after we had gone through all the required questions and physical exam and i finally (half) figured out how to complete all the paperwork for a new patient, he said,

"thank you so much for listening to me! i can tell you really care - that's why you went and got that MD after your name. i'm really glad you're my doctor."

i was kinda speechless, and was just like, "thank you. im glad youre my patient" or something lame like that. but it felt great, because i was so nervous, and he was my first 'real' patient, and i was happy i was generally on the right track.

my second patient of the day was a woman who had a genetic condition that had caused both physical and mental delays since birth. she was wheelchair-bound and had to have all her needs taken care of by her mother. talking to the mother, i was totally amazed at her strength and ability to find ways to make sure her daughter was involved in family activities. i really didn't have a clue about lots of her medical problems, but tried to get social work involved because it sounded like she was having lots of problems coordinating care and payment of a lot of the things she needed to take care of her daughter properly. i haven't had a lot of experience with disabled people or patients, and hope to learn more in the future.

after my first clinic i was feeling better about myself. my medical assistant that helps me out, patience, and the supervising resident, liz, also totally saved my butt helping me figure out what - and where - everything was in clinic, and that i had filled in everything properly. next stop: night float.

there are two things you can do on night float: cross-cover (take care of urgent issues that come up at night for patients whose primary md's have left for the night) and admit patients to the hospital after the admitting team has capped (met their limit) or after a certain time (midnight?) so the admitting team can take care of the patients they've already got.

the first night at the hospital i was on cross-cover. the day float really took time to transition and orient me, which i was super grateful for, and then she handed me the 'float' pager. one of the first tasks that i was asked if i wanted to help out on was to try an arterial blood draw from a patient who was a hard stick because she had blown most of her veins injecting drugs. she was totally NOT happy to see us, and totally sensed that i clearly wasn't 100% confident about doing the art stick. she ended up yelling at me before i even got a chance to try and said she wouldn't allow me to do it, that there was no way i could possibly be a doctor. she also stated that didn't understand why she was being experimented on, and demanded that the senior resident supervising me try. the senior defended me (i was so grateful, especially since we had just met like 10 minutes before!), explained to the patient why we had to do the blood draw, and calmly convinced her that the procedure was necessary. unfortunately, the senior couldnt get it either, and the patient kept being belligerent.

after we left the room, i felt relieved and thanked the resident for sticking up for me. she was really supportive and said she was sorry to had to deal with that my first night, but i know i totally will have to deal with patients not agreeing with everything or totally trusting me. at the end of the encounter, the resident mentioned that she believed that the patient also needed to take responsibility for the situation we were in - if she hadn't blown all her veins, we wouldn't be having to put in lines or trying to stick her all the time to get blood. i hadn't thought about it this way before, and im still trying to wrap my head around how i feel about it. so that was my first inpatient experience at the hospital. the rest of the night went pretty well, and by the end of it, i was feeling pretty ok about calling a nurse back, ok'g orders, and being called 'doctor'.

tanyaporn wansom, md, mpp in thailand!

not much to say about graduation. the end of the year was hectic for me, trying to finish up papers and projects for my last semester of policy school, making sure things were in order. i loved the policy school's speaker, bryan stevenson from equal justice initiative, and did not love the med school's speaker, sanjay gupta. i felt more a part of my policy school class (having spent the last three semesters with them) but still an outsider in a lot of ways. for med school graduation, a lot of my family came into town, which was great, but it was also weird thinking about finally having those letters after my name and being officially done with school. anyway, i didn't thinka bout it too much, and tied up loose ends in michigan pretty quickly after graduating to head off to thailand for a month to work/play with some of my favorite people!

i was kinda disappointed since i spent a ton of time applying for awards/grants and had received rejection letter after rejection letter until the end of april, when i found out that i had been awarded the jw saxe fund prize for public service to go to thailand and work with karyn at thai aids treatment action group (ttag). this was fab news during the midst of finals, and chris found a super cheap ticket for me to fly to bangkok on northwest even on really late notice. as the most supportive husband in the world, he also volunteered to pack and move our entire house to maryland. he is amazing, for sure!

so, thailand was totally amazing even though i was really stressed out about going. i was only there for a month, but still got to do a ton of stuff and be involved in projects im really excited about. quick snapshot of work-related activities:

• Participated and helped out at a weeklong hepatitis c training for community advocates, iv drug users, and people living with HIV/AIDS in cha'am outside bangkok. two awesome trainers, tracy and lei, from treatment action group (TAG) in NYC led the training with karyn, and i jumped in and helped out with medical advice and other activities. this was the first time i was really called 'doctor' by everyone all the time, which took awhile to get used to, but was also kinda exciting! my most fave compliment was at the end of the training, when a woman (below)told me "i thought you were an iv drug user when we first started the training because you looked so tired and out of it (i had literally *just* gotten off the plane when we started), but then i realized you were a real doctor and your explanations really helped!"

• Translated at a training for a study sponsored by UBC in Vancouver based out of Mit Sampan Harm Reduction Center in Bangkok. The study is basically a really long interview conducted by peers (former/current users) for users re: all kinds of risk behaviors, police interaction, health status, etc. My co-translators included an ex-physician who now owns a small bookshop catering to college kids and a transgendered woman, who convinced me to accompany her to a photography exhibit/benefit for SWING (Sex Workers In Group). as a previous volunteer at EMPOWER, i hadn't seen surang (the head of SWING) and tee for YEARS but they immediately remembered me at the greeting table and we had lots of hugs and catching up - i hadn't even been married the last time we'd seen each other, but good to know that i can return, and that people still remember me!

• Wrote a brief report at the CDC on my project re: the use of Binax testing to detect S. pneumoniae from alarm positive, subculture negative blood cultures. Don't know if this is going to go anywhere, but hopefully something comes out of it.

• Got hired by Karyn to write a policy brief for TTAG/MSF Access to Meds Campaign re: hepatitis C treatment access in Thailand; will also touch on issues in China and India.

• Dave (Amalee's husband) hooked me up with some people at his work, the Mahidol-Oxford Tropical Medicine Research Unit (funded by the Wellcome Trust). They do some really interesting work re: malaria and meliodosis, and I'm trying to set up an elective in October/November with them in Ubon Ratchatani now!

So, the month was totally productive, but also totally fun! Highlights included:

• A day trip to Petchaburi with Nan & company (what Chris refers to as "lez trip" - this was lez trip #3). A new girl came with us this time and brought two of her male cousins, one of which was Thai-American, like me! We spent the day eating massive amounts of food in a raised hut next to a river and floating down the river in lifejackets. It was relaxing and awesome.
• Spa date at Divana with Tracy (Hep C expert!) and Karyn and Ott
• Lounging around near the pool and on the balcony during the Hep C retreat with the gals
• Dinners with a great couple, Paul and David, who have done MSF work in Thailand for ages. I was totally embarassed, however, when I drank a little too much wine at their place and ended up lying down on the floor of their bathroom while trying to not pass out.
• Eating at new places in Ari and hanging out with Dave and Amalee
• All-you-can-eat buffet madness with old Thai friends and new ones (from IFMSA!)
• JJ Weekend Market and Katak and catching up with Nan

great trip overall, and i was really happy chris supported me in going. we'll be back in october for vacation!