May 19th, 2007 by Dr. Val Jones in Health Tips
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It was a beautiful day for a run today, 72 degrees, light
wind, clear blue sky and lush foliage… the trail was busier than usual, with
bikers passing me every few minutes. But
otherwise, it couldn’t have been a better day.
My running partner recently left DC to spend a couple of months working
in Morocco,
and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t completely go to pot while she was
gone. So I forced myself to get into my
gear and go for a solo run. Being alone
gave me the chance to reflect on 5 running lessons…
Don’t compare
yourself to others – there will always be someone better, faster, fitter,
stronger, smarter… It’s important to be
content with who you are, and do the best with what you’ve got. At least, this is what I told myself as I was
passed by the majority of joggers on the trail, dragging myself along to mile
4.
Appreciate the beauty
of nature – it’s so easy to take nature for granted. I ran by a patch of mushrooms, and one had
been broken off its stalk and flipped over so I could see its little
vents. How can a fungus know how to grow
into such a well organized structure?
How can the cells know to line up into soft, brown vents? I don’t know… it seems pretty amazing to me
that one little organism can be so delicate, complex, and completely
independent. It never asked anyone for
permission to be itself. Meditating on
the whimsy and creativity that is abundant in the life around us can put things
into perspective.
Take responsibility
– no one’s going to help you get in shape.
It’s up to you to take care of your body. I’m really bad at this – I don’t like to exercise
alone, and I sometimes put off getting in shape unless I have a partner for
accountability. It’s as if I prefer to
delegate responsibility about my health to others. I know that this is a common tendency in
medicine – where folks rely on their doctors, without taking responsibility for
applying their advice (for diet/exercise/medications) on a daily basis.
Exercise is a
life-long discipline – as I thought about how hard it was to run, and how
heavy my legs felt, and how much easier all of this was just a couple of years
ago… I realized that exercise is not something you do every other weekend. It really is best applied on a daily basis. And being in shape is the result of
consistent hard work – so we have to focus our minds on making exercise a part
of our regimen, just as we make time to eat each day!
Don’t psych yourself
out – part of your success or failure in exercising has to do with whether
or not you believe you can do it. When
you’re running, you have to believe that you can make it the whole way… or that
you can run farther than you did last time.
The temptation is to quit when you start feeling a little tired, but you
have to keep going – encouraging yourself along the way with a positive
attitude. Of course, if you really are
unable to make it (your heart rate is at its limit and you are breathing so
hard you can’t speak) then slow down.
But a lot of the time you’ll find that running an extra mile is a matter
of mindset, not physical capability.
Do you have running lessons to share?
This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
May 19th, 2007 by Dr. Val Jones in Medblogger Shout Outs, True Stories
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Although these 3 stories are incredibly sad, they serve to
illustrate the realities of this imperfect world – and how heavy some “crosses”
are for people. We should count our
blessings when things go right for us, and reach out to those who are suffering
in unimaginable ways…
From Hallway Four: A
40 year old woman was seen for difficulty breathing and eventually diagnosed
with pneumonia and fluid-overload secondary to need for dialysis. This
lovely lady had been diagnosed recently with kidney cancer of her right kidney
and had undergone nephrectomy (removal of the diseased kidney).
Ordinarily, this would still have left her with one good kidney, which is all
you need. But, as luck would have it, this lady had donated her left
kidney to her ailing sister three years prior.
From Charity Doc: A father of a 7 y/o little boy brings him
into the ED last night reporting that his mother’s boyfriend had beaten him
black and blue with a belt, an assertion that the mother did not deny. The couple had
been divorced for a little over a year. On physical exam, the little boy had
indeed not been spared the rod at all. His buttocks and back were ecchymotic,
black and blue with scattered scabbed marks from numerous whippings and
beatings. It was unbelievable. [Child
protective services ruled that the child should go home with the mother
because] the mother has legal custody of the kid and we can’t send him home
with his father.
From a story relayed at a Rehabilitation Medicine
conference: A set of conjoined twins were born fused at the hip. They were sickly, sharing a circulatory
system that was insufficient to serve both of their needs. The doctors had to make an educated guess as
to how to dissect the two apart from one another – there was only one set of
male genitals, and three legs. They
carefully studied the anatomy and decided to part the twins, giving the
healthier appearing one two legs and the genitalia, leaving the other with only
one leg and no genitals. Several weeks
after the surgery the first twin (with the 2 legs) died. The second twin is still alive, is in his 20’s,
and has been in and out of jail for drug trafficking.
Makes our own problems seem pretty trivial, doesn’t it?
This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
May 18th, 2007 by Dr. Val Jones in Medblogger Shout Outs, True Stories
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Thanks to GruntDoc for posting a link to a heart warming story of a cat rescued by an EMS team in Britain. Firefighters and ambulance crews were called to the scene of a house fire, and fortunately found no people inside. They did, however, find the family pet – suffocating, wet and terrified – and brought the poor cat out to the street where they administered some oxygen. Unsure of next steps, the crew asked for permission to transport the animal to the nearest 24 hour veterinarian hospital. Being that there were no humans in need of the ambulance at that time, they were given permission to call ahead to the animal hospital and hand off the kitty to the vet team, who proceeded to save her life.
Let’s hear it for the compassionate EMS team who took the time to be kind to all creatures great and small…This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
May 16th, 2007 by Dr. Val Jones in Medblogger Shout Outs
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Superstar medical blogger KevinMD calls today (May 16, 2007) “Black Wednesday” – the day when two of the Internet’s most popular blogs were officially closed. Both Flea and Fat Doctor were forced to shut down their blogs due to privacy concerns. The two bloggers had been posting anonymously – in order to protect themselves and the privacy of the people they wrote about. It seems that Fat Doctor was outed by a co-worker, and Flea… we don’t know what happened exactly, but he was in the middle of a malpractice lawsuit, and was revealing the unsavory details of how the trial was going.
And this news is timely, coming on the heels of an interview I did with USA Today about blogging and patient privacy.
This seems to me like a wake up call for medical bloggers – there is no such thing as true anonymity. Your identity can only be hidden for so long.
I have never blogged anonymously – and I recognize that anything I post can be read by anyone, anytime, anywhere. This knowledge has resulted in extreme caution in posting information that could even remotely be linked to a real patient. And yes, I have also refrained from blogging about issues and events that I sure would have liked to because of the associated risks.
It may be time for us medical bloggers to create and adhere to a code of conduct to protect ourselves and our patients from harm. I had actually proposed this to Dr. Rob a few weeks ago…
What do you think?This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
May 14th, 2007 by Dr. Val Jones in True Stories
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I was reading a touching post in Fat Doctor’s blog about her
son – how she wanted to protect him from mean kids who would inevitably hurt
him at some point along his school career.
She spoke about how painful child vs. child cruelty can be, and how some
of us carry those wounds and insecurities into adulthood.
I was a bookish little girl, pudgy with pale skin, freckles
and braces… unathletic but enthusiastic.
Our gym teacher liked to begin each class by appointing two team captains
and allowing them to choose teammates one after the other until everyone had
been assigned a team. So whether we were
going to play softball, floor hockey, basketball, or any other sport, it always
began the same way, two captains vying for the top athletes to build a team
that could crush the other.
The outcome was predictable.
The top “jocks” were usually selected as team captains, and they
proceeded to invite their favorite friends to their team, followed by the
mediocre kids, and finished with the chubby or clumsy kids at the end.
I was usually chosen second to last. But there was one little girl who finished
last every time – Tina Appleberry. She
was book smart like me, but although she wasn’t chubby, she had poor eyesight
and thick glasses and was rather uncoordinated and fearful of balls. Most kids didn’t like Tina because she was awkward
and unattractive. And I used to watch
her facial expression as she listened to the reticent team captain calling her
name last… because there was no one else to call.
Tina was a sad girl, and the years of being selected last
for sport teams had taken a toll on her.
She lacked self confidence, she was easily embarrassed, and she fully
believed that she wasn’t worth much at all.
I felt so badly for her… and shared her pain. Being second to last wasn’t that much easier
– and I loathed gym class. I would try
to get my parents to write as many excuses as I could think of to get out of
it, so I didn’t have to suffer the humiliation of my peers testifying in unison
that I was nearly the worst person in my grade at sports.
One day we had a substitute gym teacher. She clearly had no idea who the jocks were or
what the pecking order of kid selection was supposed to be. I was putting on my sneakers in the corner,
wishing that I could be invisible, when she walked up to me and announced that
I would be a team captain that day.
There were sighs and snickers as I followed her to the middle of the gym
floor and stood next to the class’s top jock, Johnny Tanner. The rest of the class lined up in single file
in front of us so we could see our range of choices.
The teacher told me to choose first. I surveyed the children lined up against the
wall, eyes fixed on me, eager to see who I’d pick first. I paused.
“I call Tina Appleberry,” I said. And you could have heard a pin drop. Tina almost fell over in astonishment. She slowly walked towards me to stand by my
side, lopsided pigtails and all. I
smiled at her, she smiled back. The
other kids didn’t know what to make of my choice – some thought I was stupid,
others thought I didn’t understand the rules (that you choose your favorite kid
first). But that day I knew that I had
won a small victory – a victory that outweighed the sum of all gym game
outcomes in grade school. And I can only
hope that Tina remembers that she was not always chosen last –and that her childhood
wounds are a little less deep because of that day.
This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
