Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!


Merry Christmas to all! 


It's a low-key Christmas here in Oregon. It sneaked up on me so fast. How does that happen?
Last night Monica and I spent the evening home alone. I finally built our first fire in the fireplace after 2 1/2 years. Go me. I think I'm going to make it a habit for the winter. We listened to Christmas music, sat by the fire with our collection of beasts, ate crabcakes, and drank cherry tea.

Sunshine and cool today. No white Christmas for us this year, I guess. Today, I'm preparing homemade spaghetti sauce and meatballs for dinner. (what kind of north Jersey native would I be if I couldn't pull this off?) So far, so good. Monica's parents are coming over for dinner. Later tonight, Monica is going to the airport to pick up her daughter, Kate.

I hope everyone is having a great day.


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

I Wish the Media Had a Modicum of Medical Knowledge

I hate the media. I especially hate the media when they try to report anything medically oriented. You'd think they would consult with actual physicians or other health care workers on their facts before they report stories. I'm sure I'm more sensitive to this since I am a health care worker because I'm sure the media misrepresent a host of other fields.

Another young celebrity has died of "cardiac arrest," they report. Thirty-two year old actress Brittany Murphy died of "cardiac arrest," the media reported over the weekend. "Oh, my god," the public decries. "Brittany Murphy had a heart attack!"


Uh, no, not exactly. This is where the media fails miserably. A heart attack is not cardiac arrest. A heart attack can CAUSE cardiac arrest, but it is not, in and of itself, a cardiac arrest. A heart attack is the layman's term for myocardial infarction, although most laymen think anything having to do with the heart means they are having a heart attack. This is because the media is too ignorant to actually report accurate news. They don't even try because they love that fear factor. CARDIAC ARREST! oooh! Bottom line is, no matter how you die, you die of cardiac arrest. Cardiac arrest simply means "heart stopped." I won't bore you with the technicalities of cardiac dysrhythmias and the most stable rhythm, asystole, that can be categorized as "cardiac arrest." (only medical people will understand the asysole joke...trust me, we have a million of them.) OK, back to my explanation. A heart attack (myocardial infarction) is caused when the heart muscle (yes, your heart is just one big muscle bag) is deprived of oxygen--due to clot, plaque or some other debris clogging up the arteries that feed it-- and the muscle suffocates and dies living a big old dead spot in the muscle. Kind of like if I put a really tight band around your neck and left it there. Eventually, your head would die and fall off. Seriously. Your body tries to warn you that this is happening by giving you chest pressure, pain or a litany of other vague symptoms that some people may ignore (oh, it's just indigestion). Those are the people who come in with cardiac arrest. In all my years of nursing I have yet to see a 32 year old woman die of an actual heart attack. It could happen, I suppose. I'm just saying, I've never seen it.

Is everyone clear now?


Remember Michael Jackson's "cardiac arrest"? He didn't have a heart attack. He died of a drug overdose. Or, more likely he suffered from respiratory arrest and THEN cardiac arrest, brought on by his extremely incompetent doctor. Speaking of the incompetent doctor, could someone explain to me why this quack isn't in jail for manslaughter? At the very least, why is he still allowed to practice medicine??? I understand he went back to his practice in Houston. This is astounding to me.





As soon as I heard about Brittany Murphy's heart attack I thought of drugs. Then they said, "natural causes." Do they consider a whacked out metabolism secondary to an eating disorder as a natural cause? Just wondering.
At any rate, Brittany had some medications that most people have in their bathroom cabinets *smirk*:

- Topamax (an anti-convulsant used to control migraines. Also used for weight loss)

- Methylprednisolone (a steroid)

- Fluoxetine (Prozac--anti-depressant)

- Klonopin (another anti-convulsant, benzodiazepine, used for panic disorder)

- Carbamazepine (Tegretol-anti-convulsant--side effects include respiratory depression, hypotension, shock)

- Ativan--addictive benzodiazepine used for anxiety. Can cause respiratory depression, hypotension, coma)

- Vicoprofen (addictive, narcotic pain reliever)

- Propranolol (beta blocker, sometimes used for migraines, slows heart rate)

- Biaxin  (antibiotic)

- Hydrocodone (addictive, potent narcotic pain killer)

- Vitamins.(to keep her healthy, I assume)

Just about any one or combination of any of these drugs could kill you, especially someone who looks like she weighed 80 lbs. Yeah, cardiac arrest. 


Signing off,


TJ






Sunday, December 13, 2009

Our Love/Hate Relationship with Social Networking

Thanks to Facebook, I’ve recently been in contact with people I haven’t seen or spoken to in over 20 years and I’ve been thinking about how weird this is. I’m even in contact with people I didn’t know very well when I was in school. In some cases, I’m in contact with people I’ve never known, but we somehow have a connection, like my fellow fibrosing mediastinitis patients. Without the internet, I would feel very alone in my challenges with my disease.

Some question: Is it healthy to reconnect to my past? Shouldn’t I just let the past be in the past? Perhaps. But another way to look at it is that in another era, before people were mobile and scattered east, west, north and south from their origins, they lived in villages. During that time, we would have grown up and grown old with the same people. The beauty—if we can call it that—of the internet is the capability to bring our villages of origin back together. Another thought is that it is somehow comforting to reconnect with the people of our childhood because it takes us back—for many— to a place and time when we had fewer worries. It was a time before children, broken hearts, deaths of loved ones, mortgages, jobs, and being a responsible adult. Again, take that as you will. And even though, at the time, we felt the weight of the world was on our shoulders, we can look back and realize that it really was a simpler time.

I like to believe, like many people, that I am a different person that I was nearly 30 years ago. We’ve all learned lessons and experienced a substantial slice of life. I’m learning a lot about myself by connecting with people from my past. And, I finally understand a lot about the people who’ve been a part of my life. Sometimes I dream about people I thought I forgot about long ago. I don’t always understand why, but somehow, they are still within me.

As far as the hate part of Facebook, it can bring up things we were hoping were long in our past. Your ex pops up as a friend recommendation, for instance. Or, you find that long lost love and they break your heart all over again. Some things never change. Sometimes, it can bring final closure after so many years. It’s fun to see people and think, “Yes, I had a crush on you, and you and you, but not you.” I’m glad to see people doing well, living happy lives, showing off their children and even grandchildren, even though I wonder how grandchildren are possible. It’s crazy for me to see my classmate with twenty five year old children when I haven’t seen the classmate since we were eighteen.

Facebook keeps me in touch with my family. My family, who can’t always understand why I’ve chosen to live so far away. Honestly, I left to avoid the pain I’ve caused and the pain I’ve felt. If I could have lived a conventional heterosexual life and be true to myself, I could have stayed. Some places are just not conducive to our lives. To live a lie, just to fit in and be accepted is no way to live one’s life. I’ve found acceptance and true love since moving to the west. I can be myself. I can live openly, without apology or explanation. My life was transformed and actually saved by a doctor here. I miss my family and friends very much, but I hope they understand my choices.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Kill the gays: Ugandan law will implement the death penalty for homosexuals

Kill the gays: Ugandan law will implement the death penalty for homosexuals

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We are not Diseased


Paula Zahn interviewed this "therapist,"  and "ex-gay," Richard Cohen, who "cures" gay men through cuddle therapy, utilizing the archaic belief that gay men have absent fathers/domineering mothers. Mr. Cohen, who is not licensed by any state or organization, does not have a reparative therapy for lesbians because he would not get the same sexual satisfaction cuddling women. Currently, this whackjob is instrumental in getting Uganda to establish an anti-homosexual law in their country. The Ugandan government is now working on a law that would call for the execution of gay people. Nice.

YouTube - Ex-gay therapist Richard Cohen on CNN


Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Surprised Kitty Cat cutest ever :))

Check out this video on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Bmhjf0rKe8

Tami Jo

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Suck it up, America: We have become a nation of whining hypochondriacs

 Bravo! Dr. Doyle tells it like it is:


Sunday Forum: Suck it up, America
We have become a nation of whining hypochondriacs, and the only way to fix a broken health-care system is for all of us to get a grip, says DR. THOMAS A. DOYLE
Sunday, October 11, 2009

Emergency departments are distilleries that boil complex blends of trauma, stress and emotion down to the essence of immediacy: What needs to be done, right now, to fix the problem. Working the past 20 years in such environments has shown me with great clarity what is wrong (and right) with our nation's medical system.

It's obvious to me that despite all the furor and rancor, what is being debated in Washington currently is not health-care reform. It's only health-care insurance reform. It addresses the undeniably important issues of who is going to pay and how, but completely misses the point of why.

Health care costs too much in our country because we deliver too much health care. We deliver too much because we demand too much. And we demand it for all the wrong reasons. We're turning into a nation of anxious wimps.

I still love my job; very few things are as emotionally rewarding as relieving true pain and suffering, sharing compassionate care and actually saving lives. Illness and injury will always require the best efforts our medical system can provide. But emergency departments nationwide are being overwhelmed by the non-emergent, and doctors in general are asked to treat what doesn't need treatment.

In a single night I had patients come in to our emergency department, most brought by ambulance, for the following complaints: I smoked marijuana and got dizzy; I got stung by a bee and it hurts; I got drunk and have a hangover; I sat out in the sun and got sunburn; I ate Mexican food and threw up; I picked my nose and it bled, but now it stopped; I just had sex and want to know if I'm pregnant.

Since all my colleagues and I have worked our shifts while suffering from worse symptoms than these (well, not the marijuana, I hope), we have understandably lost some of our natural empathy for such patients. When working with a cold, flu or headache, I often feel I am like one of those cute little animal signs in amusement parks that say "you must be taller than me to ride this ride" only mine should read "you must be sicker than me to come to our emergency department." You'd be surprised how many patients wouldn't qualify.

At a time when we have an unprecedented obsession with health (Dr. Oz, "The Doctors," Oprah and a host of daytime talk shows make the smallest issues seem like apocalyptic pandemics) we have substandard national wellness. This is largely because the media focuses on the exotic and the sensational and ignores the mundane.

Our society has warped our perception of true risk. We are taught to fear vaccinations, mold, shark attacks, airplanes and breast implants when we really should worry about smoking, drug abuse, obesity, cars and basic hygiene. If you go by pharmaceutical advertisement budgets, our most critical health needs are to have sex and fall asleep.

Somehow we have developed an expectation that our health should always be perfect, and if it isn't, there should be a pill to fix it. With every ache and sniffle we run to the doctor or purchase useless quackery such as the dietary supplement Airborne or homeopathic cures (to the tune of tens of billions of dollars a year). We demand unnecessary diagnostic testing, narcotics for bruises and sprains, antibiotics for our viruses (which do absolutely no good). And due to time constraints on physicians, fear of lawsuits and the pressure to keep patients satisfied, we usually get them.

Yet the great secret of medicine is that almost everything we see will get better (or worse) no matter how we treat it. Usually better.
The human body is exquisitely talented at healing. If bodies didn't heal by themselves, we'd be up the creek. Even in an intensive care unit, with our most advanced techniques applied, all we're really doing is optimizing the conditions under which natural healing can occur. We give oxygen and fluids in the right proportions, raise or lower the blood pressure as needed and allow the natural healing mechanisms time to do their work. It's as if you could put your car in the service garage, make sure you give it plenty of gas, oil and brake fluid and that transmission should fix itself in no time.


The bottom line is that most conditions are self-limited. This doesn't mesh well with our immediate-gratification, instant-action society. But usually that bronchitis or back ache or poison ivy or stomach flu just needs time to get better. Take two aspirin and call me in the morning wasn't your doctor being lazy in the middle of the night; it was sound medical practice. As a wise pediatrician colleague of mine once told me, "Our best medicines are Tincture of Time and Elixir of Neglect." Taking drugs for things that go away on their own is rarely helpful and often harmful.

We've become a nation of hypochondriacs. Every sneeze is swine flu, every headache a tumor. And at great expense, we deliver fantastically prompt, thorough and largely unnecessary care.

There is tremendous financial pressure on physicians to keep patients happy. But unlike business, in medicine the customer isn't always right. Sometimes a doctor needs to show tough love and deny patients the quick fix.

A good physician needs to have the guts to stand up to people and tell them that their baby gets ear infections because they smoke cigarettes. That it's time to admit they are alcoholics. That they need to suck it up and deal with discomfort because narcotics will just make everything worse. That what's really wrong with them is that they are just too damned fat. Unfortunately, this type of advice rarely leads to high patient satisfaction scores.

Modern medicine is a blessing which improves all our lives. But until we start educating the general populace about what really affects health and what a doctor is capable (and more importantly, incapable) of fixing, we will continue to waste a large portion of our health-care dollar on treatments which just don't make any difference.

Anita Dufalla/Post-Gazette
Dr. Thomas A. Doyle is a specialist in emergency medicine who practices in Sewickley (tomdoy@aol.com). This is an excerpt from a book he is writing called "Suck It Up, America: The Tough Choices Needed for Real Health-Care Reform."

Read more: http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09284/1004304-109.stm#ixzz0XvtKS3On

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