March 28th, 2008 by Dr. Val Jones in True Stories
Tags: Food and Nutrition, International, Personal, Weight Loss
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I lived in Texas from 1990 to 1994. I haven’t spent much time there since, although I’ve had my eye on Houston’s unfortunate distinction as “America’s fattest city” for the majority of recent years (though Chicago won the honors in 2006 if I recall correctly). Armed with this knowledge, I arrived in Houston today hoping that I wouldn’t let down the members of my weight loss group as I entered the “lions den” of poor eating habits and sedentary lifestyles.
I had missed lunch, and opted for an early dinner at the hotel restaurant. The menu surprised me in two ways: first, it featured quail and wild boar (this particular hotel chain is not known for culinary artistry – let’s just say that their recent “upscale service campaign” involved an email to me the day prior to arrival, asking if I might like anything special in advance of my arrival – like a 6 pack of Budweiser waiting for me on ice. I kid you not.) Second, they had made an attempt to highlight “heart-healthy food choices” on the menu. One item was identified as heart-healthy. Only one.
So I resisted the urge to try the local southern fare (fried catfish and hush puppies) and decided on the heart-healthy option. Here’s how the conversation went:
Server: “Welcome to XXX. May I start you off with something to drink?”
Dr. Val: [Shivering and somewhat surprised that the AC would be on so high] Well, yes, I think I’ll have some hot tea. Do you have green tea? It’s quite cold in here, isn’t it?
Server: “It’s not cold. The lights above will warm you up real quick.”
Dr. Val: [Looking up towards the track lighting above me, wondering if they could function as a sort of heat lamp.] “Oh, ok.” [Server leaves to put a tea bag in a mug of hot water and returns with it on a napkin.]
Server: “Have you decided what you’d like to order?”
Dr. Val: “Well yes. I think I’ll have the heart-healthy fish, but I was wondering if I could have a side of greens with that?”
Server: “What kind of ‘greens?'”
Dr. Val: “Well, maybe a green salad or some broccoli?”
Server: “Did you see the salads on the menu?” [I can tell she thinks I’m one of those “high maintenance Yankee women” as her voice begins to tighten.] “We have spinach salad or perhaps a Caesar?”
Dr. Val: [Now fully aware that I’m being irritating but desperately wanting to make a healthy choice.] “Yes but those are entree-sized salads and they have bacon, egg, and cheese on them. Do you have something more plain? Or maybe some steamed vegetables…” [My anxiety grows as she stares blankly at me].
Server: “Well did you see the string beans side dish?”
Dr. Val: “Yes, but they’re wrapped in bacon, and [trying hard to help her to understand my quandary] I was hoping to order something healthy… you know what I mean?”
Server: Blank stare.
Dr. Val: Nervous stare.
Server: Sighing, “well I can ask the chef to make the beans without the bacon. Not sure if he can do it, though.”
Dr. Val: “Oh that would be great, thanks so much!”
Server: [Fake smile, whisks menu from my hand, waddles toward kitchen.] 10 minutes pass.
Runner: [Appearing with a huge plate on his shoulder] “Did you order the fish?” [Surprised that anyone ordered the heart-healthy dish].
Dr. Val: “Yes, I did.”
Runner: “Ok, here you go.” [Places gigantic plate in front of me with a separate bowl holding about a half gallon of stir-fried green beans in oil. The fish has cream sauce on top of it, about a quarter inch deep.]
Dr. Val: [Remembering the phrase “Texas-sized.” I scrape off cream sauce and cut green beans into bite sized portions. I think to myself: how can anyone eat out in this state and hope to maintain a reasonable weight? I promise myself to go to the hotel gym after my meal…]
Yes my friends, the next 9 days at this conference are going to be interesting. I’ll keep you updated as I rekindle my cultural connections to Texas. And I have the utmost sympathy for Americans who live in places where eating out regularly can be hazardous to your health. Losing weight can be a fight, every step of the way, can’t it?This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
March 25th, 2008 by Dr. Val Jones in True Stories
Tags: Fitness, Humor, Weight Loss
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Just when you think you’ve seen it all… I read a charming discussion between two ladies in my online weight loss group. They were both understandably frustrated with the daily struggle to increase their activity levels, and were looking for some accountability and motivation. Apparently one has begun using a weighted exercise hoop for cardiovascular fitness, and offered to help the other to get back in the exercise groove.
That’s right, hula hoop your way to a thinner you! I’d never have guessed that I’d be saying this, but if the humble hula hoop is your exercise of choice, then by all means, use it to lose weight. I might just get one myself!
Anyone care to join us?This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
March 24th, 2008 by Dr. Val Jones in True Stories
Tags: Hospitals, Infectious Disease, Internal Medicine, Physical Medicine And Rehabilitation
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I was participating in morning rounds with a team of internal medicine residents. That day was the beginning of a rotation change, and a new “house attending” (the doctor in charge of the inpatients who had no primary care physician) was getting to know his patients. The residents who had been caring for the patients took turns explaining (near the bedsides) what had gone on since their admissions to the hospital, and described their treatment plans.
One intern presented a case of a patient with “fever of unknown origin” (FUO). This particular diagnosis will make any internal medicine specialist delirious with curiosity and excitement, since it means that all the previous attempts at discerning the cause of the patients fever have failed. Generally, a fever only receives this exciting honor when it has gone on for at least 3 weeks without apparent cause.
The intern explained (in excruciating detail I might add) every single potential cause of the fever and how he had ruled them out with tests and deductive reasoning. The attending was hanging on every word, and nodding in approval of some real zebras (rare and highly unlikely causes for the fever) that the intern had thought to consider and disprove.
I must admit that my mind wandered a bit during this long exercise, and instead I looked at the patient, smiled, and examined his thick frame with my eyes. Of course, an attending has a keen sense for wandering minds, and so to “teach me a lesson” he abruptly stopped the intern’s presentation and looked me dead in the eye. You could have heard a pin drop.
“So, Dr. Jones” he snarled. “You seem to have this all sorted out, don’t you. Apparently you have determined the diagnosis?”
“Well, yes, I think I may have.” I replied calmly.
The attending’s face turned a slightly brighter pink. “Well, then, don’t withhold your brilliance from us any longer. You’re a rehab resident, are you not?” He made a dismissive move with his right hand and rolled his eyes.
“Yes, I am.” (Snickers from the internal medicine residents.) I shot a glance at them that shut them up.
I continued, “Well, Dr. ‘Attending,’ as the intern was reviewing the potential causes of FUO, I took a look at the patient. It seems that there is a pus stain on the bottom of his right sock. I didn’t hear the intern describe the patient’s foot exam.”
The intern’s face went white as a sheet.
The attending turned to the intern with an expression of betrayal. “Did you examine this patient’s feet?”
“Well I uh… well, no.” Stammered the intern. “I guess I forgot to remove his socks.”
The attending marched over to the bedside and quickly removed the patient’s right sock, a small snow storm of dried skin flakes fell gently to the hospital floor. A festering foot ulcer proudly displayed itself to the team.
The attending gingerly nodded at me. He turned to the intern and announced that he would be given an extra night of call this month so that he’d have time to examine his patients’ bodies from head to TOE.
The patient was treated with antibiotics and sent home.
The intern later went on to become a radiologist.
I am working on improving patient empowerment on a national basis through Revolution Health.This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
March 23rd, 2008 by Dr. Val Jones in True Stories
Tags: Dermatology, Orthopedic Surgery, Physical Medicine And Rehabilitation, Surgery
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I just learned a valuable lesson.
A friend of mine described some fluid build up in her knee, made worse by exercise. She said she had seen an orthopedist who recommended surgery… and she wondered what I thought. Based on her description, I assumed that she had an acute knee effusion – potentially from some recent exercise-induced ligament or meniscal damage.
My friend said that she was concerned about having surgery, and that she was planning to have an MRI first. I must admit that I was a little bit confused as to why surgery was recommended so quickly, without having the MRI results to confirm the cause of the effusion (and that surgical correction was warranted). My knee jerk response was to question the clinical judgment of the orthopedist, and to wonder if he was too “surgery happy” and was leading my friend away from conservative measures (of which I am a great fan).
Several weeks passed, and I finally met my friend in person for a quick look at her knee (she was still waiting for the MRI). Guess what? She did NOT have a knee joint effusion at all. What she had was an almond-sized ganglion cyst on the side of her knee.
I felt pretty silly. Of course the orthopedist recommended surgery (a tiny procedure under local anesthetic) without the MRI. He was indeed offering the appropriate treatment.
Sometimes a picture’s worth 1000 words. And sometimes the physical exam can make the diagnosis – no other studies needed.This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
March 19th, 2008 by Dr. Val Jones in True Stories
Tags: Cardiology, Gastroenterology, Surgery
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My father-in-law just had his gallbladder removed. There was a small complication with the surgery (due to pus leakage from the gallbladder) and a laparoscopic procedure needed to become an open surgery. He did fine and is recovering nicely. I’m very glad that his surgeons did what they needed to do to get that infected organ out of his body safely.
However, his very minor “complication” reminded me of a gallbladder horror story that I once heard about from a surgeon friend of mine. I have changed many details of this story to protect the privacy of the patient (whom I’ve never met), but I think it’s important to talk about the event, especially in light of the recent surgical errors being discussed in the blogosphere.
A young man had suffered from gallstone “attacks” and was scheduled for a very routine laparoscopic cholecystectomy. It was the end of the day, and the surgeon scheduled to do the procedure had been working a 24 hour shift, and was quite tired and irritable. He wanted to do the procedure as quickly as possible and get home to dinner and an early night’s rest. The nursing staff remained quiet as he fumed and sputtered, preparing the patient with a betadine scrub and letting them know that he wanted to set a new record for speed of gallbladder removal.
The small incisions were made and some trocars were inserted so that the belly could be inflated and a camera and instruments inserted through the holes. The surgeon went to work quickly dissecting and preparing to remove the offending organ. In his haste, however, one of the instruments fell out of the skin incision. Enraged, he asked for a new one and began inserting a trocar blindly into the skin incision without guiding it with the camera. He had some difficulty getting it in, and began applying more and more pressure to puncture its way through to the middle of the abdomen. Exhausted, he jabbed it back inside with a final twist, inserted the instrument and then picked up the camera to continue the procedure.
Confusion gave way to terror as the internal camera showed the belly filling up rapidly with arterial blood. The surgeon had punctured the abdominal aorta during the trocar reinsertion. This was a surgical emergency. Ashamed of his mistake he decided to try to handle this himself, opening the belly wide to cross clamp the aorta and repair it without the patient needing to know about his near brush with death. Unfortunately, the repair took far longer than the surgeon expected, and blood flow to the legs was compromised for several hours (causing internal clots). Many units of blood were ordered for transfusion, nearly draining the blood bank of its reserves.
Tragically, although the young man did survive the surgery, he required an eventual double amputation of his legs. And all this after what he thought would be a simple gallbladder removal.
This is a sobering example of how serious any surgery can be, and why it’s so important for every procedure to be handled with the utmost patience and care. Many people have told me that surgeons don’t need to have a “good personality” because they mostly deal with anesthetized patients, but I think that this is a shallow view. A surgeon’s character is uniquely tied to his or her performance, and if they have a propensity towards a short fuse, it could result in tragic errors like this one. If you are considering surgery, you should feel comfortable with your surgeon’s style and personality. Don’t be afraid to get a second opinion or seek out a different surgeon if something doesn’t seem right. Your life may depend on it.This post originally appeared on Dr. Val’s blog at RevolutionHealth.com.
