Urban Adjustments

Now that I've had a chance to write a few entries, I'm realizing that a significant number of stories I want to tell come from time spent not at school, and here is why:

Places I have Lived
Hometown - Brush Prairie, WA - Population: 2,384
Undergraduate Education - Provo, UT - Population: 117,592
Medical Education - Dallas, TX - Population: 1,279,910

As you can see above, the population of cities I've lived in has been growing very rapidly which has been quite a change for me (and I keep moving southeast... based on the incredibly straight trajectory below, Tatia and I will end up raising our family in either rural Louisiana, east Cuba or Haiti [Sorry Aunt Bonnie]).

This change is amplified by the fact that I spend at least 2 hours every week day on Dallas public transportation... which is a great way to really see what the big city is like. I ride from the north side of Dallas into downtown, so every morning the train is packed with people of all lifestyles and socioeconomic background. It's incredible... it's like going to the DMV everyday and seeing who walks through. There are businessman of all kinds, high school students in their fluorescent polo shirts uniforms (I feel bad for those kids), homeless, mother's taking their sick children to the hospital, handicapped, and people speaking all kinds of languages.



This is downtown Dallas; the tower with the round top at center is by Union Station - where I transfer trains each morning. Dallas does have an awesome skyline - that building on the far left is my favorite. From transferring downtown, the next train drops me off at the Medical Center, right in front of Parkland Hospital Emergency Room entrance.

Parkland is the county hospital, so anyone needing care can come there. So just on the walk from the train station to the hospital (which leads to the medical school) I pass more interesting people and situations (and more languages that I don't even recognize at times).

Thus, one major part of my medical school experience takes place not at school, but commuting through the urban environment around the school. It's teaching me a lot... mostly about the ills of society, the good people in society seeking to prevent those ills, and changing how I view these things (or at least solidifying my thoughts on them). Here are just a few quick examples:

1.) I really enjoy seeing how many people on the trains spend that time they travel reading! I'm a bit of a book snob - that is I tend to respect people who read... so it's great to see so many people learning or just escaping in books. I'm also pleased to see so many people reading various religious texts on the train... everybody is free to have their own opinion on religions, and I don't strictly correlate religious people with "good" people; however, I think that religion is a definite manifestation of people seeking to know how to do good in society and how to find meaning in daily life. And for that, I'm thrilled to see that so many people act on those impulses... to seek to do good and find meaning.

2.) Right next to the the hospital ER entrance is the huge laundry facility for the hospital(s). On one side of the building, there are enormous vents blowing out exhaust from the dryers - releasing gusts of hot, Downy-fresh air downward onto the grass by the sidewalk. One morning this fall when I arrived early to school on a particularly cold morning, I saw a one-legged homeless man on a wheel chair, sitting under those vents asleep. To me, it looked like he had stayed their all night, and it was a pathetic site to see that he had to sleep under those vents to stay warm.

Anyway, I'll definitely be posting experiences I have on the train, mostly those that relate back to medical school or those that are just funny... not too many that are downers because that's not my intention with writing this.

1/2 Way Done with Anatomy! & Current State of Healthcare

Today is an exciting day here in Texas... we have our anatomy lab exam in just 2 hours 41 minutes! The fact that I'm writing this right now means that I'm a tired of studying and ready for this test to come. It also means we're halfway through anatomy. We also recently took our biochemistry final, so we are beginning to feel like real med students.

The main thing I wanted to share today is a 2 part radio show on the current state of healthcare by This American Life and NPR. Tatia and I listened to the first episode, but we have not listened to the second. The first discusses possible reasons for rising healthcare costs, whereas the second discusses healthcare insurance and the challenges associated. I think that these episodes do a great job of sharing the BIG picture of the challenges in healthcare costs and insurance right now... which was helpful for me since it's hard for me to connect all the dots between all of the different news articles on the subject today. If you have the time, it's at least a start on understanding what is happening.

If you've never listened to This American Life, it's very informative and entertaining. The contributors do tend to be more on the liberal end of the political spectrum, but they usually do a great job of stating the facts (according to NPR) and letting you come to your own conclusions. The first episode does seem to favor insurance companies a bit, but the second is a full hour on insurance and will clearly have more to say on the subject.

Click below to listen!
Episode 1: More is Less
Epsiode 2: Someone Else's Money

from marriedtothesea.com

Take Nothing For Granted

These are some thoughts I had a few weeks ago (but it feels like months ago now) as we dissected the arm pits of our cadavers.



Axilla, that's just a fancy name for armpit, but it seems too elegant for such a mundane part of our bodies. What could possibly warrant such a special name for the part of our bodies that produces the funniest looking hair and arguably the smelliest odors?


I was personally blown away as we learned about the axilla... it's just full of beautiful structures that make us function with great abilities. Inside it is the infamous Brachial Plexus where the nerves from different levels of your spine mix as they extend out through your arm as far as your fingers. That arm pit of yours is a tunnel wherein cables were laid for data transmission and pipes for the needed flux of nutrients and waste to pass.


What my cadaver taught me today was not to take for granted even the seemingly most simple parts of our bodies... so next time your lathering your armpit in the shower and adduct your arm at the glenohumeral joint to produce faux-farts, remember that beauty and power lies beneath that axilla.

Exploring Dallas

In addition to giving a Blast to the Past entry for the day, I wanted to share some photos from today. I ride the light rail through downtown Dallas everyday, yet I had never spent much time exploring this big city. So today I took some time off from studying and got off the train downtown. Just next to one station is where President JFK was assassinated, something I ride passed everyday but hadn't fully appreciated.

The skyscrapers in Dallas are amazing, it makes a great skyline.

This is near one of the busiest transit centers in Dallas.

Here is another of my favorite buildings, but it's kind of sad how our new towers always dwarf the old cathedrals.

Lastly, here's an interesting sign of the times, with the current rail line in use in the background, and the old rail station being overgrown with grass in the foreground.

Now I just need to go on a date with Tatia down there!

Blast from the Past: Beginning Anatomy

Before school began, I read Atul Gawande's book Complications. He was a surgical resident when he wrote the book and not too far away from medical school. It's a really great read to learn about where medical practice and knowledge falls short. In one instance, he describes his first experience making the initial incision for a surgery with a scalpel. The skin was much tougher than he expected! We usually think of our skin and bodies as delicate around such sharp blades, but it took a surprising amount of force to open skin to the light. and taking a frightening amount of force to pierce.

That was on my mind as I entered the dissection lab for the first time. We had attended our first anatomy lecture for the hour before the lab, expecting to be taught lots of techniques and rules for dissection. Instead, we were simply instructed to enjoy this special experience and to respect the bodies of the kind donors, with just a few tips of techniques. The lab is a long room lined with 40 tanks; signs posted on the tanks stated ages and cause of death for each body. Ours was an 83 year old male who died of a pulmonary embolism. Our first dissection was the back, strategically planned so that we can be adjusted to situation before we see our donors face. When my tankmates pulled out the scalpels, that's when I remembered Atul Gawande's words... and that first cut was just like he described it, kind of like trying to push open a door slowly and quietly only to realize that it's stuck tight and you'll need to push with strong force.

I had seen cadavers before from some great experiences at BYU, but this was so much different in that we had to find the structures. We had to cut away skin, fat and connective tissue to reach the muscles below. In many ways, it was a sacred experience, opening a body for the first time, and the only body that I will dissect from head to toe just to learn on. It definitely leaves you with a deep sense of responsibility to learn as much as you can from the cadaver since the donor gave you such a special opportunity.

Not everything was exciting and novel. The preserving chemicals were strong and noxious. Especially our first day, our eyes, throats and noses burned. It was hard to breathe and awfully warm covered in scrubs and a gown. But even as I studied with my friends in the lab today, there was still a strong sense of awe as we looked at the inner workings of the bodies and see the structures and organs we take for granted every day. I definitely am impressed at the beauty and magnificent design of our bodies.