Why I Play, Continued

December 4, 2011

Last week, a young man came through the emergency department complaining of intractable nausea and vomiting for two days. He was severely dehydrated, dizzy, and lightheaded because he hadn’t been able to keep any food or drink down for some time. The first things you think about in your differential for an otherwise healthy-appearing 30-year-old guy with nausea and vomiting are the flu or a simple viral gastroenteritis. Fairly routine.

Talking with the patient and getting a better idea of his medical history revealed that just a few months earlier he had undergone a complete resection of a craniopharyngioma. These tumors are usually benign masses that grow near the pituitary gland in the brain. The term benign can be somewhat misleading, however, because the growing brain mass can cause increased intracranial pressure, disrupt function of the pituitary gland, and damage the optic nerve simply because of its location in the brain. These changes lead to symptoms like nausea, vomiting, balance issues, hormone imbalances, and problems with vision. Craniopharyngiomas rarely metastasize, which is why they are usually designated as benign.

With this new information, the next step in figuring out what was going on was to get a CT scan of the patient’s head to make sure the tumor was completely gone. We also had some imaging of his abdomen done in case we could find anything there that might be causing his nausea and vomiting. When the results came back, it was my job to tell my patient what we found. I sat down next to his bed, and he looked at me already knowing what I was going to say. He started to tear up before I started talking. The reason he’d been so sick is because his brain tumor that was resected less than six months ago had come back. I also told him that we found a new lesion in his liver. I explained that he still had a number of options. There’s surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation. The lesion in his liver might be nothing at all. You try to stay positive in situations like these, but it’s very difficult not to focus on the negative, and it’s more difficult to maintain your composure with a tearful patient.

I like working in the emergency department because, most of the time, you’re able to see a problem, fix it, and send your patient on his or her way. Unfortunately, sometimes all you can do is give them a little more information than they had coming in and refer them to someone who might be able to help.

That night, I went home and unwound much like I usually do. Video games help me relax by taking me somewhere completely fantastical and so out of touch with reality that I forget what went on at work. I played one of my favorite franchises, Assassin’s Creed. It’s a historical science fiction series about a war between the order of Assassins and the Knights Templar. The games are set in various time periods and locales ranging from the Crusades in Jerusalem to Renaissance Italy and 14th century Constantinople. As an assassin, you are tasked with ridding your cities of the oppressive Templar regimes by any means necessary.

Typically, the games reward you for stealth and strategy more than wanton destruction. But that’s not how I played that night. That night, I was brazen with my attacks. I cut paths of murder and destruction from one end of the city to the other with no goal or objective, no in-game reward to reap. It was cathartic.

Video games get a lot of flack for their consequence-free destruction or violence – and in many cases, rightfully so. Without the proper maturity, the desensitization they cause can be dangerous. Sometimes, though, it’s precisely this desensitization that I play for. When the horrible things that happen on a daily basis in medicine can be blocked out, even momentarily, it makes the impact, the care, and the life of even a single patient that much more important. That’s why I play.


Why I Play

October 5, 2011

It’s been a rough week. A few days ago, my wife found out that she matched for her neonatology fellowship in St. Louis, MO. She’s excited, because she really likes the program and it’s a great opportunity. Unfortunately, St. Louis isn’t the ideal city for us. I’m fairly certain that emergency medicine is what I want to do with the rest of my life, and there are no osteopathic (D.O.) emergency medicine residencies in Missouri. There are a couple allopathic (M.D.) programs, but I would need to do a traditional rotating internship (TRI) year first to strengthen my application. There is one TRI program in St. Louis, but it’s a risky proposition for a number of reasons that I won’t get into here. Suffice it to say, I’ve been feeling very helpless. It seems like no matter what I do, or how much I want to succeed, whatever happens ultimately isn’t even up to me or Emily. It’s very unsettling.

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People often ask me why I play so many video games. Granted, I used to play much more than I do now, but I still turn on my DS or PSP for at least a few minutes each night before I go to sleep. Growing up, I used video games as my escape. If life was getting stressful or if I just wanted to procrastinate for a little while, I’d pop in a Zelda game and suddenly be a million miles away in Hyrule, swinging a sword or playing an ocarina.

But video games are more than escapism. During the most tumultuous times of my life, video games have been therapy. When I feel like I have no control over the things that matter most, video games offer a place where I can feel helpful. Useful. Needed. I’m saving a princess from captivity, a species from annihilation, or world from destruction. The helplessness I felt before is gone and I feel empowered to do something good. Even if that good is for fictional characters, it resonates. When I’m done playing, the feeling of empowerment stays, even if only for a week. A few days. A moment. It builds confidence. It battles depression. It inspires.

Sony just launched a new ad campaign called LongLivePlay. The video below sums up the feeling I’ve tried to convey here. It’s more effective if you’re familiar with the characters, but it gets the point across either way.


4th Year: COMLEX Step 2 Done!

August 15, 2011

When you finally finish the first two years of medical school, people tell you that the second two aren’t nearly as hard. For the most part, that’s true. You don’t spend every single night studying, being out on rotations is infinitely more interesting than sitting in a lecture hall all day, and your social life picks back up a bit. But during my third year, I still felt like the majority of my time was spent studying for shelf exams or worrying about scheduling my next set of rotations.

Now that I’m well into my fourth year, things seem to be calming down a bit. I took Step 2 of the COMLEX earlier this week (and wrote about it here, on Match Game). All in all, it could have gone worse. I felt decently prepared, and after my brain recovered from the mush it turned into during the exam, I was able to really start enjoying my emergency medicine rotation. It’s not the career for me, because I like having the patient continuity that comes with something like pediatrics or family medicine, but it’s always interesting. Each patient you see is completely different than the last. And now that most of my studying is done (I still have to take COMLEX Step 2 PE in January), I can start working on my residency applications that I’ve been putting off.

Currently Playing
PlayStation 3: Mortal Kombat
Xbox 360: Bastion
3DS: Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Rift
PSP: Final Fantasy IV Complete Collection
iPod: 7 Simple Words


Miscellanous Life Update #372

May 15, 2011

As my third year of medical school nears completion, I’m finding myself much busier than expected. I just finished a month of Obstetrics and Gynecology with an attending who I just didn’t mesh well with. He’s a fine doctor, and his patients love him, but our learning styles didn’t match up well. It was a rough month. I’m much more comfortable now that I’m back on Internal Medicine, but 7am-7pm shifts with 2 call nights a week doesn’t leave much time for studying or socializing. I’m also still chugging away on Match Game posts. It always pleasantly surprises me when people I know in real life tell me they read that blog.

My one-year wedding anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks. It really doesn’t seem that way. Unfortunately, we won’t have much time to enjoy it. I have to be in Erie, PA the next day for shelf exams in OB/Gyn and Internal Medicine. Then I have another mandatory 2 days on campus in Erie to prepare for my Step 2 PE, a practical exam where we have to interview and plan treatment for 14 standardized patients.

Any free time I’ve had has been taken up by two of my most anticipated video games of the year. Despite the catastrophic PlayStation Network outage this month, I’ve wasted countless hours in the single player campaign of Portal 2. I can honestly say it’s one of the best games I’ve ever played. Highly recommended. I’ve also poured plenty of time into the story mode of Mortal Kombat, one of my guiltiest pleasures of video games ever since the original came out when I was entirely too young to play as much of it as I did.

I also bought a Pokemon game for the first time. Pokemon is the only big Nintendo franchise I’ve never played before because I was just a bit too old when it originally came out, and I’ve subsequently associated it with the most evil of gotta-catch-em-all marketing schemes. But every pediatric patient I saw last month was playing it when I walked into the room, so I figured it would give me something to relate to them with. My wife said she did the same with the Twilight movies, but I called bullsh*t on that one. She loves those things.

Currently Playing
PlayStation 3: Mortal Kombat
NDS: Pokemon Black
PSP: Final Fantasy IV Complete Collection
iPod: Words with Friends (Username DrFishypants. Play me!)


I Am Not a Surgeon

February 16, 2011

As I start my second month of general surgery, it’s more clear than ever that my career is not in the operating room. I found anatomy lab during my first year interesting, and my decades of video game experience may have given me the hand-eye coordination of a master surgeon, but cutting and suturing just isn’t my thing. It’s messy. One slip and your patient (and probably the rest of the surgical team) are screwed.

That’s not to say that the surgeons I’ve been with haven’t been great. I had a preconception going in that they’d be arrogant and not very talkative, but the doctors teaching me have been some of the best physicians I’ve ever seen in regards to how they treat their patients both in and out of the OR.

A couple of weeks into my first month, Dr. E and I were consulted on a very sweet elderly lady who’d been having some recent episodes of vomiting. She had no previous medical history and was admitted to our service for what the ER physician thought was a small bowel obstruction. She had a little crush on Dr. E and asked my resident if she looked presentable before we came in to see her. She was very cute.

Unfortunately, when we took her to the OR for an exploratory laparotomy, we found extensive carcinomatosis throughout her entire abdomen. Not one centimeter was left untouched by the seeding. Dr. E decided that nothing we would do in the OR would be of any real help to our patient, so we closed less than 20 minutes after starting the procedure.

When you have to tell a family member that they likely only have a few weeks left with their loved one, especially when the news is unexpected, it becomes very emotional very quickly. I never uttered a word during the entire exchange between the surgeon and our patient’s son, and yet I found it difficult not to tear up. And no matter how many times I leave a procedure to tell the family that everything went fine and they should expect a speedy recovery, it doesn’t quite make up for the rare occasions when you have to deliver the worst news to someone expecting a clean bill of health.

So there we go. Decision made. Career choices narrowed down. Next option, please.


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