Going out to do a very challenging mountain bike trail with a group of people who are WAY better than you are on a day when you're getting your period = bad idea. 2 hours in, I was feeling great, I had accomplished more than I could ever imagine, then I went over the bars twice in about 5 minutes. 4 of those minutes were spent lying on the ground trying not to cry (as tears involuntarily streamed down my face) after crash #1. Thankfully, crash #2 wasn't half as bad. Now I'm having trouble bending my left leg because I'm pretty sure I have a big hematoma in my rectus femoris sheath. Oh well. Tomorrow will reveal the severity of the bruising. Thankful I didn't do anything worse.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
It really bothers me when people say it's their "right" to have a child. I believe that it is a privilege to have a child, not a right that I should guarantee every woman who lives in my country. I know that not being able to have children is heart breaking and difficult for many people, but just because something is sad, doesn't mean it's your right not to experience it. There is no right to happiness.
Now, that doesn't mean that I don't support fertility treatments or funding of fertility treatments through the public system. I think that is a separate issue. Would providing single embryo transfer reduce health care costs for multiple premature babies enough to cover IVF? That's where the question lies for me.
The Canadian study Too early, too small released by the Canadian Institute for Health Information concludes that the average lifetime cost for each and every multiple birth baby is $616,800, mostly due to premature birth. 56% of twins and 98% of triplets are born premature.
With Quebec's new publicly funded IVF single-embryo-transfer system, I guess we'll see how things pan out over the next few years.
at 1:00 PM
This week two astounding things happened:
1) a person actually came to me and ASKED to quit smoking
2) a person in my practice came to me having LOST a large amount of weight.
Day after day after day I feel like I harp on people about the importance of weight loss, exercise, a healthy diet and smoking cessation. I try different techniques for different people. I place them on the spectrum of change and use different techniques to try and move them from one stage to another. Most of the time, I know it's going in one ear and out the other. They've heard it before, they'll hear it again. How nice to have two individuals in one week seemingly follow or want to follow my advice. hurrah.
at 5:11 AM
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Today is SOO prep day. For anyone who doesn't know - SOO stands for structured office orals and they are an integral part of the Canadian College of Family Physicians exam. We have some medical students visiting our family practice unit this month so we're using them as standardized patients to practice our SOO skills. I'm not sure how this is going to go! SOOs are complex and you really need to figure out a pattern of how to approach them because the patient always has a primary problem and then a secondary problem you need to tease out of them during the interview. This second problem can be totally unrelated or be related to the presenting problem (when it's unrelated it can be difficult to pry it out of them and at times I've resorted to "is there anything else you would like to talk about today"). I worry about running out of time at the stations. We'll see how things go today!
at 4:56 AM
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Why is November such a hard month? Daylight savings should have made my mood better, but coming home now with it being darker and darker I'm finding it difficult to get my shit together. I've been managing to follow my turboing and biking regime to try and stay sane, but I just can't find the motivation to read and learn. The journals and piling up and I feel like I'm getting dumber. I'd better snap out of this soon because I need to start studying for the CCFP. Guidelines Guidelines Guidelines!
at 5:59 PM
Thursday, November 11, 2010
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
at 4:40 AM
Sunday, November 07, 2010
I'm working with a specialist right now who is VERY good at what he does, but constantly insults family doctors. Most of his stories revolve around how a family doctor sent him a ridiculous consult or screwed up or gave the wrong med or was manning the ER when someone died. Does he not realize that I'm a family medicine resident? Or does he not care? Or does he not see how insulting his stories are.
at 5:39 AM