Sunday, January 23, 2011

Wii-athlon

At this point in my life, if I were to invest in a video game system, it would have to be the Nintendo Wii. There's something about the simplicity of the Wii that resonates with me, just like there is something about about the complexity of Playstation 3 and XBox that numbs my hands in a rather arthritic position. If fact, at the end of any "realistic" game, I find myself not only at the bottom of the scoring bracket, but also nursing a migraine and applying eye drops because I HAVE NOT blinked in 30 minutes. It's just not for me. The Wii allows a simple-minded person such as myself to be competitive in a game by just swinging my arm back and forth as fast as possible, which is about as complex a motion as I can handle without needing to pop an Adderall.

So when I see that our friends at RTL Interactive have been making a biathlon Wii game, I start to get a little excited (the first twinkle that caught my eye was the re-release Goldeneye, which is the only "complicated" game I've ever been good at).

I have been told that biathlon is the biggest winter sport in Europe, which is something hard for an American like me to understand. Don't get me wrong, I like biathlon more than about 99% of Americans, but that's because I am part of the 1% who has actually heard of it, not to mention part of the 0.0001% who has tried it.

My only worry is that the game play will over-simplify the dynamic process of biathlon. There are so many subtleties that can be missed by the average bystander, and these details are what make the sport so enjoyable to watch. For this reason, I have outlined commandments that should be included in any biathlon (or nordic) skiing game:

1) In the intro, when all the teams show up in their tricked out private buses and wax vans, the US must show up in 4 mid-sized rentals from the airport, with a wax-bench strapped to the roof.

2) You can pay extra "ski dollars" to prep in the Austrian wax tent before the race. Your hematacrit gets +10, but your "trophy room" is erased.

3) Playing as a Norwegian, you can enter the secret code which causes Ole Einar Bjorndalen to mutter an ancient Norwegian prayer. This causes the Scandanavian God Ullr to materialize from the snowbank and strike down the closest Swedish skier.

4) Playing as an American, a secret code will give you the antidote to the death-flu-virus that you invariably picked up at the airport. Another code will let you cough on the skier who is shooting adjacent to you, spreading that same illness.

5) The possibility to upgrade your "measly .22" for a real man's weapon: a grenade launcher.

6) If the going get's tough, the tough get gangster: press and hold L and R for 2 seconds to switch to "gangster  mode", which lets your character pull a Glock from the back of his spandex and shoot wildly (and sideways) at the targets, missing them all. This also gives your ski technique a slight limp in the left side.

7) Training mode, in which the athlete trains for 600-1000 mind-numbing, thumb-blisteringly boring hours per year for about 5 years before being able to ski in his/her first race.


Thursday, January 13, 2011

On Language And Swallowing Pride In The Emergency Department

Since September I have been working as a scribe in a couple of emergency rooms, working 40 hours a week, and paired with a physician each day. My goal is to capture the patients "HPI", or history of present illness, in a way that is medically relevant (and also relevant for billing). For each patient that presents to the ER, I follow the physician's process, step by step, from introduction, to ordering labs and imaging, to the various consultations he or she may call upon until the patient is either feeling well enough to go home, or they are admitted to the hospital for further evaluation. When it's all said and done, my final product should show a complete history of what brought the patient to the hospital, what was done to help them, and when exactly everything happened.

I spent the first couple of months in what I refer to as "treading underwater", as I struggled to learn the dialect of physicians and nurses from scratch, a language that they have spent many years and hundreds of thousands of academic dollars learning. Being at work often reminded me of the year I spent in Norway, having been introduced to a brand new language, armed only with ambition, humility, and a strong desire to know what the hell was going on. Here in the hospital, I felt the same way (and still do at times), and struggle with the elaborately precise diction that can, at times, can seem ridiculous.

As a new scribe, there was nothing more terrifying than calling the "dictation line". Whenever a patient gets and X-ray, CT scan, MRI, or other type of imaging, it is sent electronically to the radiologist who reads the film and then dictates their interpretation onto the phone database. As a scribe, it is our job to see a) when the images are ready, b) call and listen to the radiologists interpretation, and c) relay that information to the physician. A simple process. But simple does not always mean easy, especially when the interpretations of images are riddled with terminology that you have never been exposed to. Now throw in a radiologist at the end of their shift who is reading as fast as possible. Still too easy? Maybe you get one that is so overwhelmingly complicated that it's about as long as this paragraph. So I ended up with my ear to the phone hitting the "3" button time after time (rewind), listening with every potentially-recruitable brain neuron for some clue as to where one word is ending, and another word could be starting (or maybe it's just one long word?). At times it seems like an evil game of Apples to Apples.  And throughout this whole ordeal, if the physician needs to go to the next room, you stop where you are, save what you have, and try again when you have free time.

But, like the rest of the job, the terminology comes to those who are persistent, and all of us are (we have to be). The process of learning can be difficult and stressful, which is compounded by working with physicians who expect the absolute best out of themselves, and through the scribe's role as the physician's "literary representation", the best from us as well. To me, there is nothing more disheartening than being given a task and falling short of expectations, and it's hard to come to grips with my inevitable shortcomings through this process. I hardly go home after a shift and feel as though I did really well, but at best I feel as though I survived.

However, this is the natural process of head-first learning. This is being thrown into the deep end of the pool. I am finding that there is a fine line between accepting  my limitations and yearning for perfection. I will always make mistakes, and there will always be somebody out there who is better, faster, or smarter, and sometimes that's a hard pill to swallow. Perspective needs to be maintained in moments like this, when the pressure builds, and the patients keep coming in, and that creeping sense of overwhelmed confusion starts to tip-toe around the corner. I suppose the mindset needs to be "Do your best at the time, and if your best isn't good enough for you, then find a way to make it better later".

In terms of the language of medicine, I've learned that I need to be patient with the learning curve. Either actively or passively, the terminology is going to root itself in my vernacular. And I have learned that pride is overrated in the ER. If you don't know something, ask.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year

January 1st, the day dubbed by Comedy Central as "national hangover day", provides a unique viewpoint for reflection. While most may be milking the injuries of alcohol withdrawal, I find myself fighting the day-long murky sensation that follows an overnight shift. My mood is apropos of the preceding year: haggard, spent and satisfied.

It's been a year unlike any other in my life, and while I won't bore anyone with the details, I think it's important to provide a couple of highlights if not only for self-reflection.
  • Studying
  • Working
Well that was depressing. Let's consider this little thought experiment waste of time.

Despite my apparent lack of diversity in daily activities, a few philosophical nuggets have lodged their way into my psyche (please note forced use of imagery). I'm beginning to understand that self-reflection is important, but only secondary to planning. I famous author once said in an interview "Descartes had it wrong. You don't think therefore you are. You DO, therefore you are". A subtly obvious phrase that I will always carry with me.

So happy planning everyone. Make the most of your new year.