Thursday, September 24, 2009

Daily Grind Changeup

This morning I wake up to 3 UIC emails with the subject of "Urgent Official Announcement." Usually they're warning us about some mugging that happened recently. And it's always a useful suspect description of 5'8"-5'10" black male in his early 20s weighing 150-170lbs wearing dark jeans and a white T shirt. Racist? Not on purpose. That's seriously the description for 90% of those muggings.

Anyway, as you're guessing from the setup, muggings weren't the point of those emails. Instead, they all said something to this effect: "Chicago police remain at the scene of a barricade situation at the Westside VA Medical Center. UIC police say to avoid Damen between Polk and Taylor."

Guess where I'm working? Apparently, some guy killed his parents and then showed up to the VA ER around 1 AM. He then proceeded to shoot the ceiling, point the gun at himself, and then ask for help. The situation went on for another seven or eight hours, until he was finally talked down and taken in. Here's the news story.

Selfishly, traffic was a disaster on all the local roads. My five minute commute turned into 30 minutes. CPD, SWAT, and all sorts of media were buzzing around the hospital. On getting to the hospital, cops were understandably redirecting everyone around the ER. Amazingly (to me), the rest of the hospital carried on as usual.

Since I'm working with psychiatry, I got to talking to some of the other residents. Apparently the resident on call was about two minutes away from heading down to the ER to see a psych patient around the time this guy went off. Eesh. That obviously would've blown for the resident and the attached med student. Regardless, it had to have been shitty for anyone caught in that ER.

Anyway, no real point to this anecdote. Just a little deviation and excitement in my daily psych routine. Out of curiosity and since I'm finishing up psychiatry, I'd like to hear this guy's story - I think it'd be kinda interesting. Who kills their parents and then goes to an ER?

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Stories from a Student Psychiatrist

I'm a month into my psychiatry rotation. It's a pretty stark contrast to surgery. Morning rounds consist of more than "Pain? Peeing? Farting? Pooing?" There's a lot more talking involved with the patients, and about dramatically different things. Of note, my work week maxes out at about 50 hours, while averaging a little over 40. As opposed to 90 hours work weeks, with some days approaching 34 hours. There's the counseling aspect of psychiatry, e.g. talking to depressed and/or suicidal patients. I'd say that happens on a daily basis. But there's also a decent number of other mental disorders to be aware of. require knowing a subset of behaviors, symptoms, and or signs and being astute enough to pick up on them. It's harder than I would've thought to keep the less common pathologies straight. And the psychopharmacology? Hell no. Too random a collection of side effects and drug/drug interactions.

Some interviews take about an hour. An interview while one call Saturday night took about 90 minutes. Another interview while on call one Friday night took almost two hours. The latter guy was suicidal, having taken ~30 Xanax two days before coming into the ER. As a quick summary of his sad story, he's bipolar and newly homeless. He came to Chicago working for a friend for about 4 weeks. He never got paid, so he quit and ended up on the streets. Without a mailing address, he ran out his meds and his bipolar flared up. He'd had several manic episodes, including binging and spending thousands on his credit cards. He's chronically passively suicidal - i.e. if it were up to him/if he had the balls, he'd already be dead. As a kid, he and his sister were sexually abused by several of her mother's boyfriends, and he still holds homicidal ideation towards some of them.

Another sad patient I talked to just a few days ago is a 21 year old Iraqi veteran. He left high school four months early because wasn't doing enough to help his friends and his country out overseas. After a few months of being deployed, he finds out his wife is cheating on him and that "their child" isn't his. A few months later, he gets knocked off a truck secondary to an explosion and ends up losing consciousness and with several microfractures in his neck. After the army downplays the incident, he is forced back to active duty. While serving with his neck fractures, he gets called out by one of his superiors for his "neck pain." This guy ends up in some sort of verbal altercation with his superior, after which he's sent stateside. After a few weeks, he's discharged with misconduct. The latter phrase is key, "with misconduct," because it means this guy gets no money from the Army and/or government and is ineligible for disability. He's four weeks into a six week hospital stay, after which he has no job or place to go to. Regarding the job, that's not likely for him since he's textbook PTSD. He can't handle large crowds because he has to be able to see where everyone is and what they're dong. He can't handle loud noises because he goes to ground everytime he hears one.

Since I'm on the consultation service at the VA, I don't see too much crazy pathology (no pun intended). Most of that stuff happens up in the psych unit, where two of my classmates got placed. The pathological highlights of my rotation include a schizophrenic and a conversion disorder. The schizo was interesting- he'd been in prison for ~22 years for making threats against every vice president (of the US). He has a secret service agent keeping tabs on him. He talks of a successful money counterfeiting scheme which he's used to finance an armory with cases of rifles, pounds of explosives, and crates of grenades. He was set to be discharged the day we saw him, but Secret Service said no - because Biden was in town that day.

Conversion disorder is basically when psychological stressors manifest themselves as neurological deficits. Long story short, she had a lot of job, money, and personal stress going on. A few weeks ago, this manifested as a left-sided weakness presenting similar to a stroke. On imaging, no deficits were appreciated. On exam, her neurological deficits are inconsistent with a stroke. During her interview, she's noted to have spontaneous left sided movement with minimal assistance from her right side. On asking about her psychosocial stressors, she gets annoyed and doesn't understand why we ask about them. On suggesting a link between stress and her deficits, she invents her own science and educates us about the "Cellular Tear Theory" and "Biomedical Pain Mapping." I must not made it through those lectures in neuroanatomy or neurophysiology. Interestingly, on giving her the timetable for stroke recovery and setting firm expectations, she's recovering pretty close to the timeline laid out.

So yeah, that's what I've been up to the past few weeks at work. Imho, it's not as interesting as surgery, but that's what third year's about. Figuring out what I do and don't like.