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Patrick Titzer
About Me IUSM Campus:
Terre Haute
Hometown:
Evansville, IN
PreMed Majors:
BS, Liberal Arts, University of Southern Indiana, 1991
Bachelor of Fine Arts, Indiana State University, 1991
Master of Fine Arts, Notre Dame, 1994
Little known fact about me:
I can forge a 2" diameter solid bar of steel down to nearly a needle point with my gas forge, power-hammer, and anvils.


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Life as a second-year medical student

A tale of two citations.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on April 5, 2012 @ 6:14 pm

I actually wrote this last semester; some of the references are to events long past.  The gist remains relevant:

Today I left pharm class a bit early to make the drive to Clinton, Indiana, where I was scheduled to give a short presentation to a group of senior citizens at the Clinton Senior Center.

My presentation was part of a series titled “Dine with  Doc” which I think I mentioned at some point in the spring or winter blog entries last year.  Created by a local individual, it provides access to doctors in an informal setting for educational presentations followed by q & a.  Our campus of IUSM had agreed to work with the organizer to provide volunteer speakers from among the medical students, and MSII Tyler Fromm has been the student contact.  I had originally discussed with Tyler the possibility of speaking this past June, but a miscommunication lead to my presenting today.

I thought a good topic would be the positive effects of exercise and activity as people age, with the meat of my information based on articles I had recently read;

http://www.jneurosci.org/content/28/28/7031.full.pdf
http://www.sono.org.br/pdf/2007 Cassilhas Med Sci Sports Exerc.pdf

These two articles had inspired the topic, so I was looking forward to meeting the group and sharing some information that might give them an approach to the usual loss of muscle and cognitive function we associate with aging.

The drive up takes about 25 minutes through almost immediately rural Indiana, and the day itself was bright and sunny.  A hint of the coming fall color was playing around the edges of the tree canopies, so I thoroughly enjoyed the journey.  The Senior Center is a compact structure with ample parking in an almost park-like setting, and finding it was simple enough.  I was greeted warmly as soon as I entered, and after a brief introduction that certainly flattered my ego, I launched into the material.  I had not had time-I thought-to commit to memory my speaking points, so I apologized for reading directly off the page.  Of course, I hate to just read things, so almost immediately I began ad libbing the material, referring to the written word only now and again, just enough to catch my breath and get a chuckle from the group as they saw me realize I had covered the topic.

My familiarity with the material stemmed primarily, I realized only after (when I was debriefing with my wife), from the fact that I had been ‘preaching’ it to my parents for the last few years, and the recent articles only reinforced my beliefs.  Not very science, but it’ll work in a pinch.

The gist of my presentation, was that exercise CAN build lean muscle mass in the elderly, and improve general health conditions both physical and mental, and actively challenging your brain stimulates measurable neurogenesis in the brain structures associated with spacial relationships as well as emotion and reward and memory. I feel strongly this message is not communicated enough to the senior members of our society in a way that they can use practicably.  So part of my spiel was to encourage creative problem solving and teamwork. So that if you can’t afford a gym membership, then get together with friends and do something that is physically challenging and maybe even fun, and try working out  in pairs so that you can help each other.  Look for ways to get the resistance training that seems so important.  I recalled the antique irons my grandma Brack had on the floor in her kitchen-they only weighed about 5 to 10 lbs each, but they would certainly serve in the stead of a dumbbell for someone on a budget.  One basic concept I explained was that if you only did your normal routine everyday, you would effectively see a slow progressive loss of strength and energy as you went on aging.  It is imperative that some time is devoted to activity that goes beyond normal routine, to challenge the body and mind.

My presentation was followed by a number of questions and several of the audience members spoke up about their own experiences which seemed to reinforce my basic message.  I especially enjoyed the story from the woman who trained herself to put on full-length hose without using her hands.  What a trooper.

We had our annual visit from the Indy Deans yesterday, and made good use of the opportunity to discuss various programs.   I think everyone would agree that education in general, and medical education in particular, is in a state of flux as we all wrestle with new technologies, new budgetary realities, new philosophies about what should be taught, etc.  As Dr. King explained last year in Biochem, for example;  when he began 20 some years ago, they were focused on teaching the chemistry “mechanisms” which have little if anything to do with clinical medicine.  For him it was an unnecessary waste of time when there are so many other more relevant aspects of biochem to learn.  Of course, even back then you could probably ask a practicing physician how much they used those mechanisms, and they would have laughed and said they couldn’t even recall what they looked like; but that is just what you had to go through to become a doctor.

We would all like to think that the days of teaching things because they had always been taught, rather than because they were relevant are long behind us.  Most professors will acknowledge that 1/2 of what we are learning today will likely be disproved in 10 years (perhaps hyperbole).  Medicine is a moving target, and even when you are given an answer, your first responsibility as a student is to understand why it is right or wrong based on the best information available.  Our tests in fact are for the most part based on the concept of “what, of the following possible answers, is more correct”. Our ICM II class faced this recently when we completed a 50q take-home exam on the gastro-intestinal system (GI).

Using a variety of sources it quickly became evident that in medicine today ‘more correct’ is relative to the source of info.  What we usually settled on as we completed our work in various groups, was that the best answer was the one someone argued most reasonably, or conversely,with the most energy, when the lack of a definitive answer was apparent.

But when it comes time to be scored, the best answer is the one provided by the source, and though it has not been an issue on this particular exam, at times any attempt to discuss the logic or correctness of a question isn’t met with resounding encouragement, but rather is perceived as an attempt to ‘claw back’ points.

Perhaps my perspective is off because I am so “old”, but in my mind, I am in a partnership with the faculty.  One where the right answer isn’t always the one provided as standard issue.  We have a responsibility to challenge the faculty to teach us, especially when the process is in a state of flux, where ‘right’ answers aren’t so obvious, and at times changes to curriculum need to be suggested or encouraged.

In a recent online test we took, we were told up front in the test explanation that even expert clinicians will only agree on diagnosis or treatment 80% of the time.  But our testing methods emphasize without fail “most correct”.   Of course you have to have some metric for assessing progress with material, so ‘settled’ answers have become the norm.  I think one thing that is forgotten at times, though, is that even on the USMLE tests, some of the questions are experimental, supplied to see how students interpret them, to see if a majority will consistently arrive at the same conclusion, given the same features of a situation.  In other words, is it a good question?  In the average classroom, this also occurs, and professors are at liberty to ‘give back’ points if they see a particular new question stem is not working.  But not everyone uses this evaluation process, and given that most medical school professors don’t have degrees specifically  in “education”, it is inevitable that occasionally bad questions creep into the tests.  Which brings me back to the point, that as partners in this educational process, we have an obligation to bring up such issues, so that those who follow behind us will benefit from our experience as guinea pigs.  But this only works if both sides recognize the role each has to play.  And I think that is why the Deans visited with us yesterday, to survey our opinions about the state of medical education on our IUSM campus and place our responses in the context of the statewide system.  From the sound of things, much work is being done to ensure that IUSM remains one of the top programs in the world.   I like the sound of that, even if the reality is a little bit messier.


Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! Health Fair in TH

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on January 27, 2012 @ 10:14 pm

We’ve had a fun few recent weeks in Terre Haute as planning for our annual Community Health Fair has neared its logical endpoint.  This Sunday, we host nearly 80 different organizations and businesses at the Hulman Center from 1 to 4 pm in Downtown Terre Haute.  The event is free and open to everyone, and offers opportunities not only for free screenings, but conversations with health professionals about whatever is on your mind.

 

Out front of the Hulman Center, The Indiana Blood Center will be waiting for blood donors, eager to replace blood that is constantly being used up in medical procedures around the state.  The organization has a website where you can see what times are available, and even register in advance, so you know when you get there, the wait will be minimal.  I am going at 1pm myself;  please join me for a little blood letting!  Walk-ins welcome.

Make an Appointment – DonorPoint  

www.donorpoint.org  

Online scheduling for appointments to donate blood.

 

New this year is an area where the first-year medical students, led by Christian, the class representative,  can practice taking vitals;  admit it, you’ve always wanted to be a guinea pig.   This won’t hurt a bit…

 

Another always-popular area is the Kid’s Corner; run by Bernie and Kyle this year with a slew of other medical students, ready and waiting to entertain your children while you check out the displays and ask questions.

 

There will most certainly be free refreshments, and many medical students just waiting to point you in the right direction.

 

Naturally, these things don’t plan themselves, and as event Co-Chair, alongside the hard-working Naina, it has been impressive for me to see my classmates each shine in their various roles.  Rough patches were navigated, as in any big project, and it turns out I am a bit of an autocratic, but nobody’s perfect.

 

Behind the scenes, alongside Naina and me, Anna orchestrated the vendor participation, a job that we hope will be divided between four people next year…yes…four.  Overseeing our accounts, Lauren and Teela worked hard to keep us all from spending too much while keeping an eye out for donors, and Evan combed the community looking to provide door prizes and bag-stuffers.

 

It is always a privilege to acknowledge those who none see do their work, and in that vein I want to recognize that the continuity and flow of the event was assured by Mary Beth and Kristy, who we all owe a debt of gratitude to, as well as our faithful sponsors in the community.  And please visit the website I mention to see the full list.

 

Getting back to impressive; watch this video of one of the television spots (WTWO)our very own Dan and Ryan did-one of several ‘media’ spots they put together as the promotions co-chairs.  I think Dan has a new friend…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ww56YfczPto&list=FLVMIaTqrWLejiTzlCFYjRKA&feature=mh_lolz

 

 

They also appeared on one of the other networks (WTHI) in town, but I have no video upload to check out.  Please note how the local media really partnered with us to get out the word.  The  Terre Haute Trib-Star ran a nice article too:

Terre Haute Community Health Fair coming up » Valley Life » News From Terre Haute, Indianatribstar.comTERRE HAUTE — Leaders in health in the Wabash Valley will gather to educate residents about their health and how they can improve it during the Terre Haute Community Health Fair from 1 to 4 p.m. Jan. 29. Medical students organized the first health fair in 2005 as a service project that allowed th…

 

For more info, check out our website (I apologize for the links, you may have to cut-n-paste to get them to work):

 

http://www.healthyterrehaute.com/

 

A week or two ago, the Rural Track students met on a Tuesday morning for lunch with Kelly, the 3rd and 4th year coordinator, to pick our rotation.  We have 12 slots, and luckily, we all kind of fell into working relationships before the meeting, so the choosing went smoothly.

 

I should probably explain what a rotation is, though if you are reading this, you likely know.  A rotation is a period a medical student spends in a medical specialty, learning that specialty alongside the doctors, and studying all the time to prepare for a pass/fail exam taken on the last day of said rotation.

 

With the Rural Track, as of last year, we now spend all four years of medical school (2 years basic sciences in a traditional lecture format, 2 years of clinical rotations with didactics) in Terre Haute and most, if not all rotations can be done locally.  Terre Haute was the first of the IUSM campuses to do this, though I suspect some day they may all offer it as an option, as the need for physicians grows with the population.

 

Returning to our main storyline; we began that Tuesday meeting by mapping out the various important life events.  It turned out our cohort has three weddings coming up in the next year.   These are important to note and schedule vacation slots around, as delivering someone else’s baby on your wedding night-because you are on your pediatrics rotation and on-call-might fall under the heading of  ’you’re kidding me’.  So planning is necessary.  Once those blushing brides/groom were neatly fitted into schedules that worked, the rest of us fell into place rapidly.  And the yogurt and bagels were great too.

 

My first rotation this summer is Anesthesia.  I am excited to begin there, in spite of having no experience to go on, because I think it will be great to jump in and get the gases flowing.  Or something like that.

 

The conventional wisdom is to begin with something you aren’t interested in then finish with what you are, so as to be as experienced as possible and make a good impression where it most matters.  We’ll see how that goes, as I am interested in family practice, but without any real experience with many of the specialties, I am going in eyes wide open, and will work to find out what the best fit is.

 

I am paired with Jackie, who at times admonishes me to be a little less wordy.  An interesting concept I do admit, but I’m still not sure how to implement it.   Seriously; Jackie and I get along well, and I respect her no-nonsense attitude, which I suspect will serve her well in the Navy.  In fact I fully expect to become a man of few words because of her……maybe someday.  It is on my list of goals somewhere.  Which I have around nearby…maybe.

Speaking of no-nonsense;  Jackie and Sara-both blushing brides-are also the Health Fair on-site coordinators, so if you come, please take note of how well run the thing is.  I am thinking wedding day dry-run.  That is, if the wedding offered hearing tests and information on STDs.

 

And of course, that thread leads me back to mention that we will be giving away door prizes in drawings for those who take a few seconds to fill out our event questionnaire.  The free event I mentioned in the first few paragraphs…you remember.

This has been a public service announcement.

 

 

 


Creationism…as a law…in Indiana?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on January 26, 2012 @ 3:45 pm

I subscribe to an interesting science education website and today I received an update regarding a current bill that just left committee:

http://ncse.com/news/2012/01/indiana-creationist-bill-passes-committee-007164

I am at the moment embarrassed to be a Hoosier. I am further embarrassed because Indiana State Senator Dennis Kruse, the author and sponsor of the bill, according to one online source, is an alumnus of IU as well.

Now, obviously, this bill can’t become law. OK, it could, but then we as hoosiers would be admitting our senate is run by a bunch of rubes. After this last year of attack on public education, it astounds me how our elected officials can sit in their wood-paneled committee rooms and think about….how the world came to be?

 

We stand diminished in the world’s eyes because we have allowed our education systems to slowly wither on the vine under the guise of  reform.  I shiver when I think about the conversations apparently going on in Indianapolis.  ”Hey!  I know how to improve our graduation rate, and improve the economy;  let’s make those darn, recalcitrant teachers who keep arguing with us teach my personal religious belief as a science.”

 

Even religious leaders were against this Senate buffoonery.

 

So how does this even begin to be a reflection on my life here in med school?  It goes to show just what we will be up against as physicians.   Creationism is great to teach if you happen to teach Sunday school, but in a field based increasingly on what science tells us about our world, what does it say if the ‘new’ science has nothing to do with the scientific method?

Can we now prescribe folk tonics and elixirs because, according to Senator Kruse, science doesn’t really need to be all that sciencey?  Perhaps phrenology can make a comeback and we can diagnose people based on the science-ish technique of skull-bump reading.  For $2 more, I’ll read your fortune!

 

Medicine is the field where most people really see science at work in their lives.  Granted, it may seem at times like voodoo, but the basis for treatment better be founded on good science, or someone’s malpractice insurance might go up.  And a fundamental role we have as medical professionals is as educators.  Can any of you, with a straight face, explain how the influenza virus changes over time necessitating the latest vaccines be used in order to offer protection against the current strains…using creationist science as your guide?

 

Would someone please take these misguided politicians aside in a quiet corner, and explain to them how such legislation damages the state?

 

 

 

 


SOC-it to me!

Filed under: New experiences — Patrick Titzer on January 15, 2012 @ 9:37 am

Over the winter holiday break, Jackie, a fellow MS2 on the Terre Haute campus, suggested that students from the Terre Haute campus sign up en mass to volunteer at the IUSM Student Outreach Center.

 

http://www.iu-soc.org/

 

The SOC is a very unique, student-run wellness center where the uninsured or otherwise financially challenged can come to receive evaluation and potentially treatment, medications as available, or referral for whatever might be bothering them.

 

Not only do students from the med school participate, but students in pharmacology, social work and law do as well, and Dr. Frick volunteers as the final word on each patient (and educational resource for the students).
I liked Jackie’s idea, but had some trepidation about what to expect when we actually arrived.

On a frigid bright morning-yesterday, January 14th, 2012, in fact-I drove Jackie and Tyler to join Anna and Derek at the Center at 9:30am. With light Saturday morning traffic on I-70, we had a rambling conversation on the way over and the day felt like it was off to a good start.

 

We didn’t know exactly where to go in, but as soon as we did enter, we were greeted with a warm environment of fellow students and potential patients. I was surprised to find one of the student board members was non-other than Charles Goodwin, a fellow blogger, and remarkable MD/PhD student (gratuitous compliment, but he was great to work with).

 

See his blog here:

 

http://blogs.medicine.iu.edu/charles-goodwin/

 

We were quickly oriented to the format of the day, after a few minutes of social interaction and kidding with the students (who ranged from a single, remarkably capable first-year, through several MS3s and MS4s), and when 10am rolled around I was lucky enough to be the second student to be handed a chart and triage my first patient.
The independance was exhilarating, and I found myself for the first time feeling like, hey, I am responsible for this patient’s well-being; I better get this right.

 

I can’t think of a better way to instill clarity into the soup of learning med school can become.
My initial role, however, wasn’t a brain transplant. I took vitals by trying to juggle a clipboard on my lap and fish my BP cuff from various scrub pockets and assemble it.  My first patient was great; from his chart, I could tell this was his first visit, yet he dealt with my various contortions and apologies for ineptness with dignified patience and good humor.
I should mention that while dressing that morning, I made the wise decision, after consultation with my wife, to wear long underwear under my crisp blue scrubs. I am so happy for that.

 

The Center is a wonderful example of what I would guess is early 20th century parochial school architecture, designed for maximal use of natural light and most likely steam heat via a boiler, though I suspect that system had been updated to modern forced-air heating.

 

In an era before modern insulation, the thermal mass of the bricks was expected to suffice in maintaining a reasonably stable temperature, which means that when people arrive in the morning and turn the thermostat up, it can take awhile for the room air to adjust, and even though the windows were modern updates with good seals, the heat loss through the glass further delayed that warming feeling we all needed-especially the patients, who I repeatedly apologized to when palpating their abdomen or searching for a pulse with my icy cold fingers.

(After all that blah blah, I could have just said it was 11 degrees outside and a bit chilly inside, so my hands were both cold and a little clumsy.  I dropped things, repeatedly, and my pen didn’t work so well, which began this particular narrative.)

Back to me trying to record my patient vitals and chief complaint before corralling a 3rd or 4th year student for further evaluation; my apparently chilled pen is recording a sad, patchy script that even a pharmacist couldn’t likely read (Ever helpful, one of my patients, later in the day, explained how they sometimes would use a lighter to warm up the pen).

 

Thank goodness for pharmacy students, who always have extra pens, and allowed me to borrow one, knowing they might never see it again  (it later fell apart on the floor and I had to hold my thumb over the back end to continue using it because one part disappeared under a cabinet-I don’t know what I did to it).
It seemed that everyone involved in this ‘doctor incubator’ understood the uncertainty that can occur, and it was set up so that you understood you were never alone in any decision.

You are free to perform a focused H&P (history and physical) if you are comfortable doing so, but you are also encouraged to grab a 3rd or 4th year student after the initial brief vitals/chief complaint interview and proceed with someone with more experience guiding the process.

 

At every point we were gently cheered on to take the initiative and practice our art, to evaluate, consult, consider differentials and drug interactions in a way that really can’t be done in a typical classroom because there is no sense of the immediacy of your actions.

 

A human being in need is a compelling motivator to learn, and in some way the experience paralleled that scene in Forrest Gump when Forrest is clanking along with his leg braces, chased by the bullies, and the plaintive call of “run, Forrest, run!” pushes him to break free of the braces and discover his ability not only to run, but make running one of his defining strengths.  I gained some confidence yesterday is what I think I am trying to say.
My classmates are going to laugh at this, but I play my cards close to the chest sometimes.

 

By this I mean I prefer to listen to both patient and those further along in their education before I comment. At times this means I don’t say much-a revelation that will cause some  snorting in the peanut gallery.

 

At the Center yesterday, I found myself actually involved in the conversation, presenting part of the patient case to Dr. Frick, discussing drug interactions, side effects, etc. with the 4th years I grabbed for consult.  Discussing what was best for the patient because it finally mattered-wasn’t a theoretical construct with a “model patient”, with a single, expected “best answer”.

 

What we decided, upon approval by the Doctor, was what would happen. So we needed to get it right.

Aside from Christmas with my wife and family, yesterday was the best day I’ve had in the last six months.

 

If you are a medical student, especially if you are interested in patient-centered care and interaction, and you have not yet volunteered for the SOC, then you are simply missing out.

 

Search for IUSM SOC, and just do it. Especially you first years, or anyone who is struggling with where they are in school. It can be a reality check-in with with the fact that you have actually learned something while here in school, if you are feeling uncertain.  And it is great practice for your future practice.

 

http://www.iu-soc.org/

 

Thank you Jackie for suggesting it, and thank you Charles and the whole crew at SOC. See you in February! (I mean you guys at SOC, not you guys reading this blog).

 

Normally that would be a simple way to finish a blog-it seemed final when I wrote it, at least.

 

But there is an after-story of sorts.  Anna recommended we try a mexican restaurant, El Sol de tala ( http://elsoldetala.com/ ), on Washington, a few blocks from the Center, where she had been going with her family for years.  The restaurant had recently expanded into the newly renovated posterior portion of the building they’ve occupied for years, and when we dropped in, we were greeted, by the two managers on duty, with a broad,warm welcome and much verve.

 

We hadn’t eaten while at the clinic so it was a great way to wind down, and I have no problem giving them a shameless plug for the great atmosphere and great variety on the menu.  I was disappointed they didn’t have the Mahi-mahi the day we were there (in the interest of full disclosure though, until I saw it on the menu, I had no idea it was something to be find in a mexican restaurant).  But then I never claimed to be that sophisticated.

 

The End, part II.


What Could Cause Dyspnea?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on November 4, 2011 @ 3:50 pm

Politics is in the air; I know because I was unfriended recently for asking questions and speaking from a position the person who unfriended me didn’t seem to like. Heheh.
I’ve had an interesting 2 weeks, beginning last week with two exams, Path and Pharm, one on Tuesday, and one on Friday. When I arrived home Friday, after the exam, Karen started a conversation with the phrase,”Your Mom is in the hospital, but she is ok.” I know that had to be tough for her to tell me, especially since she knew since Wednesday, when my family let her know about the situation. A little background: my Mom has had pretty severe dyspnea (shortness of breath) since about January. Without going too far into her history, last week a blood test was finally performed, and 24 hours after the results were realized, they called to suggest strongly that she go to a hospital for treatment. Apparently a Hb of 6.1g/dL is cause for concern in some crowds.
After initial treatment, they did an upper GI scope and discovered some ulcerations in her stomach, which might have accounted for the iron deficiency. Luckily, my older brother Blake pushed for a colonoscopy, and a mass was discovered and subsequently removed via laporascopic procedure. In the course of 7 days, she went from the dyspnea, with assorted other symptoms to being back home and breathing relatively well. All because a rather cheap blood test was performed, even if rather late in the course of the disease.

It makes you stop and think, as a student, about how important the basics are to this learning process. We joke that if the only tool in your bag is a hammer, then every problem you see is a nail; in this case, it wasn’t far from the truth, as instead of performing the simple, rather obvious test to a Family Physician, a cardiologist opted for a battery of other tests looking at each of her symptoms: sleep study for restless legs, heart monitoring with an expensive blackberry-looking device that sent in batches of data from a 24 hour monitor she wore. A bit of handwringing and likely dismissal to a woman who was suffering and perplexed, and just wanted a solution to her discomfort. It put a face on the patients for me, made me look at the material I am shoveling in at a furious pace and wonder, ‘which little bit of trivia in this mountain of information will result in this same situation for one of my patients in the future?”.

 

A good differential will make all the difference. A differential is a set of possible diagnoses for a given set of signs and symptoms. It is meant to include the more dangerous diseases that are less common but still associated with the data, as well as the commonplace, innocuous conditions that require rest and recovery as primary treatment. To give you an idea of what this looks like, use google, or if you have access, use “uptodate” or the website at the Mayo clinic, which has a very nice database and searchable functionality. Do a search for a sign or symptom; in this case ‘dyspnea’ would be appropriate.
I did this last Friday after Karen told me about Mom, and the differential included eight primary causes of dyspnea, and a category called “other”. Under the “other” category-since it was obvious my Mom did not have any of the primary diseases-”anemia” was listed as the second possible thing to look at.
A bit frustrating to think how close to a resolution to my Mom’s health issue we were. But she was in the care of several specialists, and it didn’t seem right to second guess their work. And there is the rub. This New Age of healthcare, with broader access to information and an ever-widening sea of data, will demand that we as patients step up. In fact, the system kind of assumes you already do that. Just look at how many commercials tout the latest allergy medicine. As future doctors, it will be an important task to encourage our patients to arm themselves with information from good, reliable sources, and to not assume anything in their care.

Gone, for the most part, are the days when a single doctor is the only source of healthcare and information. From the other side, Doctors lost the luxury of ignorance that allowed them to practice effectively, with the tools they left med school with, more than a century ago. Continuing Medical Education (CME) is a required part of practice nowadays, and sifting through the data is paramount to maintaining an effective practice. In a sea of such data, missing the forest for the trees will be an increasingly likely outcome as we swim through wave after wave of information and often conflicting facts.

So last weekend-Friday evening after I found out about my Mom-I posted a note on Facebook because one of my classmates, Anna, wants to compost to improve the garden she planted on our property this summer (here it is November, and the pepper and tomato plants are still producing).  Originally she had read in the local paper about a source that had free manure if you picked it up.  Unfortunately, when she called Friday after the Pharm exam, they were out.  Poop strike or something-the horses wanted more oats.  She presented with the problem and I threw it out to the internet.  Within 45 minutes, we had another source for poop, and made plans to shovel on Saturday (after studying all morning, of course).  Anna showed up Saturday afternoon at the appointed time, and we loaded the truck and headed out to meet up with the Amazing Austen, wife-to-be of MSI Christian, and an avid horse person.  After taking off from Titzerland in the truck, I made a phone call to let them know we were on the way, only to find they had been delayed, so we turned around and headed back to to the house.

Upon our return, a friendly acquaintance from my art studio days was there, inquiring about some of my remaining work for her coffee shop expansion.  I had produced a few things when she first opened Java Haute many years ago, but hadn’t seen her in a while.  We visited with her, and discussed how my schedule made doing things almost impossible, and after she left we enjoyed PB and J’s on toasted bread.  This is beginning to be TMI.

So we headed out again, and arrived at the farm a little later than we anticipated.  We discovered that horses don’t like to poop in one neat spot like cats do, and it turns out they actually like to lay down a nice even layer over a rather large area.  So we borrowed a wheel barrow and began collecting the oversized fertilizer pellets with our shovels as the late fall day slowly wound toward the horizon.  Anna had to endure me talking about the health situation I outlined above, and about my brothers and how we all are so different, etc.  During our work, one phone call confirmed the surgery coming up the next day, and Anna, as tactfully as she could, made the point that it was very appropriate to receive crappy information while shoveling poop.

 

I concurred.

 

The late afternoon breeze made unloading the somewhat dry fecal matter from the wheelbarrow more interesting, and it became obvious that if two of us attempted to shovel, one of us would end up with a mouth of poop dust, so Anna stepped off and returned to the field, returning with solo loads of ‘good stuff’.  All the while we were at this chore-of-distraction, Austen was riding her horse, Guinness, and eventually she stopped by the truck to see how we were doing.  We asked a bit about her horse, and she was quick to explain an issue with his front ankles, and how she was treating it.  As it turns out, she has a very nicely photographed blog on the topic:

http://guineaforaguinness.blogspot.com/

She really seems to know her horse-she’d make a great vet, I couldn’t help thinking.

We finished up our chores and headed home with just enough light in the air to make the drive home down hwy 41 enjoyable.

 

Sunday, I went down to see my Mom before her surgery, and Anna started building a setup to hold the newly acquired poop.  We were planning on shoveling today (Friday), and then it rained this week, so now, instead of relatively dry, lightweight tennis balls of poop, we have one big dinosaur coprolite concreted to the bed of my truck.

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Anna left a bit ago, after we finished stacking cinder blocks into a rough hopper of sorts, and I am happy to report that the poop was not actually one big concreted mass so much as a bunch of reconstituted tennis ball-sized poopal lumps (spell-check does not like the word ‘poopal’ for some reason).  Our compost pile has begun it’s work in earnest, and so I am back into the educational fray myself, as pharm and path await.  The shoveling never ends some days.


‘Falshcards’ are a Med Student’s Friend

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on October 17, 2011 @ 7:55 am

Monday morning and I am shocked at how long it has been since I last wrote. Bad blogger. It has been a challenging semester with some unexpected curricular twists that reinforce the challenges we shall face as medical professionals. Nothing is ever guaranteed in this business, for sure. Our dear pathology professor lost her mother a few weeks back, and it challenged all of us to be humanists first. She has returned bravely to lecture and we all continue on our journey through the material.
We are returning, today, from a week of fall break that was welcomed by all, I think. We had been ping ponging from one exam to the next, with little time to do much but engorge and dump as we sped through so many things that will be significant someday. But not while we are studying for the next exam.  So onward.

Step One is marching relentlessly toward us; we are to register and pay our fee now for the honor of the exam to be taken next summer.  Talk about delayed gratification.  For the uninitiated, Step One is just the most important exam of our lives, if you don’t count every other “most important exam of our lives” we’ve taken so far, and the many still to come.  It determines what residencies we may reasonably apply for; it sets our course, opens some doors, perhaps closes others.  It is a gate in the chutes of the med school meat processing plant so to speak.  With that score, we get to find out if we are to be hamburger or filet in the hierarchy of medicine.  But it is months away, and we have other important exams to prepare for.  Engorge and dump; hope the residue that remains in the hopper is the good stuff.

We snuck in our biostatistics and evidence based medicine section a week or two ago, and nice to report we all passed.  I took Analytical Chemistry in my last year of prereqs, and while more than a year had passed since I had used that experience, the material was much more familiar than if I had not had that pleasure.  I even left a cryptic message on my chem professors FB page I knew he would get, just to thank him for the preparation.  That is a common theme in medical education; gratitude to those who have brought us here with their knowledge and insight.  Thank you all at ISU!

A side note:  any misused words you see can be blamed on the auto spell check on my new apple computer.  It is rather aggressive in it’s attempts to guide my typing.  Sometimes it cannot wait for me to finish a word before it is suggesting and replacing-in that regard, a bit of a backseat driver.  I never had this problem with the manual typewriters I honed my typing skillset on. Though I regularly stamp the keys a little too firmly, I have for the most part accepted the buttery sound of the more appropriately titled “keypad” of my laptop.  I own at least 2 or three old typewriters still;  once in a while I’ll pull one of them out and run my fingers over the mechanical keys, pressing firmly to engage the levers and hear the satisfying stamp as the typeface hits the paper roller.

I used to type all my sculpture titles on an old 1950′s Royal that had a broken letter “L”.  For some reason it entertained me to dutifully review my work and write in that missing letter.  That memory is about as far from medicine as I should probably venture today;  we have 155+ drugs and 160+ pages of text in path to memorize for exams next week, and even this time spent smashing the keys for my blog seems like lost study time.

On another screen waiting patiently just behind this blog dashboard window are my pharm “Quizlet” flashcards.  I hate rote memorization and you can tell because I went so far as to write a blog in order to justify a break from my morning review of the material.  Bad student.

I carelessly referred to the falshcards (how did ‘falshcards’ escape spell check?) as ‘my’ flashcards, but I actually titled them “Bernie’s stolen Pharm II drug list” as Bernie did the heavy listing and I’ve just been reviewing and adapting them to my study habits.  The great thing about Quizlet I like is that friends on Facebook can see and use or copy and adjust card sets created by others on their friend list.  Apparently Kyle M. and Bernie are the only two I know who are both on FB and using Quizlet, but they do good work, so it works for me.

Happy Monday.


And Away We Go.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on August 24, 2011 @ 6:01 pm

This is somewhat uncharacteristic of me, these long pauses between blogs. School began last week; it is Wednesday evening, and I had one lecture today. Yesterday, I had no lectures. This is akin to being in the eye of a hurricane, if you will, as the fan will meet the soil in the next week or so as we really dig in with ICM lectures and tumor conferences to attend on top of the basic lecture schedule we have now. It is tempting to lean back and relax while reading the forty or so pages assigned each day, but this is what they want, those people up in Indy who lord medical education over us. They want us to relax, then WHOOOIP! they will give us a wedgie of information so deep and expansive our heads will spin. So if you are reading this thinking second year is vacation year, think again. There is work to be done. Self directed work. Hard work I must be diligent about.
So today I installed the stove vent hood that has been sitting under our carport disassembled for the last week or so. It was at the top of the sixty-nine or seventy items I had on my to-do list this summer, and apparently I started at the bottom. Lucky for you I just edited myself to remove the list of things I did. I realized they were of interest only to myself.
So med school. Yes I am still here. And I like everything so far. Last year we literally and figuratively took apart the human body, and this year we reassemble it, sort of. Actually we study how many ways it can malfunction and what wonderful chemistry exists to cure it almost to death. The two big regular lecture classes are Pharm and Path, which you already knew because you’ve scoped out the schedules each campus posts on their websites. In addition, we have ICM, which seems to have taken steroids since last we met. First year ICM is really a “port in the storm” of med school. Just enough stuff to tease you a bit with real medicine and the tools of the trade, but also confidence building.  Even when Biochem is kicking butt and taking names, you feel confident about your performance in year 1 ICM. Dr. Stephens makes sure of that.
Now, not so much. Similar subjects,  but serious about memorization. We’ve had that trial period with our tools last year, and now we really get into the thick of things in using them.
We did differential diagnosis first year right out of the gate, as a way of demonstrating that we all had some common sense (quick tip; porphyria is always a good answer for almost any ailment first year).
We did the same sort of thing right off this year, but instead of listing 24 different possibilities which may have some connection to the symptoms described, we now give a concise list of five items that are not too bad. At least in our eyes. And porphyria wasn’t on the list, by the way.
So here we go again. Day at a time, read the material and digest, and breath…or learn to weld, maybe do some automotive repair.  Whatever floats your boat the first week, because the eye will pass soon enough.

 


Uhh, what time is it?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on July 28, 2011 @ 6:52 pm

Bam! and the summer nears it’s end. I had big plans for this summer, as it was my last real summer for some time, in the traditional sense. The weather will continue to get warm each year, and the weeds will grow on, I know. But for me, the last summer as a civilian of sorts is roaring to a close. I started the summer by studying some more. I realize not many people are reading this thing, but the sudden silence might have seemed out of character for me, at least to my parents, who have been reliable in reading it all along. I had to study because-shock-I failed biochemistry.

There, I said it. Dr. King did his best to get me through, but in the end, I just didn’t achieve what I needed. So I remediated this summer. Not a bad thing, as it was over by the end of June, but the psychology of the fail was something to deal with indeed. Everyone enters med school with high hopes; a certain percentage-about 10% based on the numbers I saw at the test center-struggle with some aspect of their classes and find themselves in my position. I have developed a small talent for spin from my years as an artist, when every problem had to become an opportunity, but spinning this is still a challenge. But my outlook has been bolstered by the reality that I had a complete review of a basic science this summer, when everyone else was out having fun. At least I think that is a positive spin. Too early to tell.
As an FYI, the process is straightforward; you fail, then you pick an advisor. This can be your section instructor or one from any campus in the state. You decide on a “program” of self study, then take an exam from the National Board of Medical Examiners (NBME). If you succeed, they enter a f/p on your permanent record and you are taken off academic probation. 

I’ve been ashamed of my failure since it occured in the fall, and it affected my second semester in a negative way as I began to burrow in instead of reaching out for growth. I struggled through two physio exams in particular before I finally dealt with the negative aspect of my performance; in the end I scored in the 85th percentile nationally in physio on the NBME exam (have to brag to offset the failure stigma).

The lesson, for those contemplating school, or for those in school, if you care to listen to someone who has failed a class, is that you must be prepared to pursue all means available to you when you begin this journey. Your pride and ego mean nothing, they must be sacrificed as hostages in the short term so that you can negotiate for success in the long term. Success in med school means not giving up.

If you are equipped to succeed in high fashion, than enjoy the ride, but if you are more human in your skill sets, than know it can be done with perseverence and effort. Importantly, at times it may be necessary to seek out other input. For me that was challenging.  I came in the way I planned, on my schedule, with the grades I wanted, in the program I wanted. As a non traditional student, I felt it necessary to be some sort of example, and I have always risen to the occasion and enjoyed that role.

As it turns out, the rigor of med school affects everyone in different ways; the normal pressure, combined with my own self-inflicted pressures pushed me into a place where I began to experience anxiety everyday, all day. If you have ever had someone startle you and felt that little surge of adrenaline in your stomach, you know what I was feeling, all day long, every day. When I first realized my shortcomings in biochem, I withdrew into my cone of shame. Only the required interaction with my classmates kept me somewhat in the loop. There were days I wouldn’t speak until spoken to. But as I sat in the back, a somewhat marginal character anyway because of my age, it wasn’t that noticeable, I thought.

Without going further into detail, though, I want to make a point to anyone who is contemplating the journey. My issues were of my own manufacture. The school is set up to help those in the program succeed. You have to remember; if they selected you, they obviously thought you would make a good doctor, and had the capacity to make it there. They-your professors and the staff of the school of medicine-will work until they know you are getting there.  So come on in, the water is fine.  And ask for help.  And don’t manufacture obstacles. 

Upon reflection, the biggest obstacle I threw up was with Dr. King.  He is only a few years older than me, and I’ve known his wife from my life in the arts.  I kept telling myself that it would be embarassing to go to him and ask for help.  I shouldn’t need help, I kept telling myself, I am old enough to solve this problem on my own.  For his part, we had several office discussions regarding my performance, and I would rangled the numbers to see what I needed for the next exam in order to succeed.  But I didn’t ask for help on the science.  Stupid.  Especially for someone who hadn’t had a serious science class in college until 2 years prior when I came back to finish my prerequisites.  I knew my verbal score is what pulled my MCAT score up to an acceptable range, I knew I would need to put in an extra effort to bring my science skillset up to par. 

Well, now I’ve spent the month of June doing just that.  And I thoroughly enjoyed the reading (that may be spin).  I used the same resources available to me during the semester and while I could have been even more diligent, I achieved better than what was required, and I have the groundwork bolstered for further learning.

The funniest thing about this hiccup was the response I offered after my colleagues gushed about their plans for this summer in foreign countries and other areas doing cool medical things.  I would say,”Welllll, it’s complicated.  I have three acres that need work, and my wife is having something done, so I will be working around here.”  Completely washing over the crux of my break efforts.   Spin is good.  But then, I went and wrote this blog entry.  Cat’s out of the bag.  And while I have come to terms with my shortcomings, I will smack the first person who brings it up…just saying.


Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on May 2, 2011 @ 4:15 pm

Yesterday in history (assuming these blog things really do end up swirling around on the internet for eternity): President Obama announced the death of Osama bin Laden. 

It struck me a week or two ago when I was saying goodbye to my preceptor, Dr. Bourgasser, and his staff, that I have nearly completed my first year of medical school. Today we took the final  exam in Physio, and Friday we take the Micro final. When I think back to the point when I began this journey, a little over 3 1/2 years ago, it is nice to consider that in the right contextual framework, I am half-way through with the journey to the MD degree.

As if to shoo us along, already the class of 2015 Terre Haute campus has a Facebook page, and I’ve begun friending them as they join and become more acquainted with each other.

Spring has not always been my favorite time; fall dominated that category for most of my life, until I began planting things on my own plot of land with my wife about 7 1/2 years ago.  The reward of planning ahead and seeing things come to fruition, and then seeing things come up year after year has made spring what it is to me now. It is appropriate that, with a fair wind at my back and no bad breaks, it will be a spring day that I receive my MD. A bit ahead of myself, of course, but I’ve been at this specific journey awhile, and time passes faster for me. To someone in their twenties, time is still an immoveable object of sorts; it creeps by painfully at times.

As I progressed through this semester, I’ve tried to keep you updated on things from this side of the state; not the humdrum of this class then that class then this class again.  But the meat of our adventures, the stuff that filled in the blanks on the schedule.  Enrichment hour, Rural Health Student Interest Group (RHSIG), Overarching Student Interest Group (OSIG), after hours happenings and get-togethers.  I hope you’ve enjoyed it somewhat, in spite of my at-times rhetorical wanderings.  I still have a license to type, so don’t expect me to ease up on you as I move through this summer-my last ever it seems-and on into the fall, er, late summer when school starts back up.

A few weeks back we had another session with the utra-sound machines.  Our friend from Ivy-Tech came up to help us navigate Evan’s abdomen. 

Apparently Evan ate something at just the wrong time, as there were areas that we couldn’t see through-too much ‘air’.  I’ve been meaning to acknowledge that these are the machines whose donation, from Community Heart and Vascular Physicians and The Indiana Heart Hospital in Indianapolis, was arranged by Ellen Hughes through contacts made through Steve Peterson, a Certified Clinical Perfusionist.  One of our machines is on loan from Rose-Hulman, Department of Applied Biology and Biomedical Engineering, Lee Waite chair.  They had received two of them – originally owned by Dr. Jean Mercho, Ellen thought.  As they become more integrated into the curriculum I think the benefits will be significant.

Myself, Tyler F., Mrs. Grassfeder, Stefan and Dr. Waite


Test 3

Filed under: Uncategorized — Patrick Titzer on April 12, 2011 @ 4:33 pm

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

Just testing to see if this actually works. If yu are seeing this, than it does, if not, then I am in an alternate universe and all bets are off.
Actually, just ignore this.


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