Further to this morning’s teaching anecdote, my friend Reuben has recently been given the task of shepherding a group of impressionable med students through their Introduction to Emergency Medicine. Below is an excerpt from the final exam he presented them with this morning:
You are walking home after a busy day as a medical student, you are feeling overwhelmed by work and wondering if it’s really worth it, training to be a physician in this day and age when medicine is plagued by falling salaries, frivolous lawsuits, and unprecedented bureaucratic headaches. You are thinking about your roommate, whom you don’t find particularly bright but has a job in finance that pays her half-million dollar bonuses. As if on cue, she appears on the corner of the street and you two start walking together. Suddenly a man falls off a scaffolding and lands directly in front of the two of you with a thump. You both look at him, he is unconscious and a pool of blood is developing around his head.
1. What are the initial priorities?
2. After addressing these initial issues, you approach the patient. He is unconscious. Outline your approach.
3. Describe the most important components of a focussed neurological exam in this patient.
Your roommate, who just got a .6 million dollar bonus, gives you five thousand dollars because she feels bad, you working long hours for nothing and all. You decide you need a new preamplifier, so you go to your local ritzy stereo place and there it is: the Marantz AV8003 Networking Preamp/Processor. You note that it supports Digital Media Player for Ethernet – Audio, Video and Photo (supporting DLNA) as well as video scaling and processing by Anchor Bay Technology, that it sports Precision Video Scaler which allows up to 1080p scaling and full 10bit video processing. You’re amazed that it features HDMI V1.3a: 4-in/2-out, Dolby TrueHD, dts HD, Deep Color, DSD (SA-CD), Auto Lip Sync, XLR Pre Output Terminals for 7.1ch, XLR Audio Inputs for CD/SA-CD, Multi Zone Component Video Out, RC2001 Main Zone Remote (PC Programmable, Learning), RC101 Sub Zone Remote, HD Radio / XM Ready / Sirius Ready capability, THX ULTRA2 Certification, Copper Plated Chassis, and Toroidal Power Transformer. The salesman, a handsome gentleman in his late 50s, notices how interested you are in the unit, clutches his chest and drops to the ground.
1. What is your initial response to this turn of events?
2. What is in your differential for possible etiologies of this patient’s symptoms?
3. What risk factors predispose to the most likely diagnosis?
This is great: Walter Iooss’ photo website (mostly sports pics), with intermittent commentary.
I love this picture. For two guys in their 70s, they look cute; there was a little-boy quality to them. A couple of years went by, and I was at spring training again. I hadn’t seen Yogi or Whitey since we’d taken the picture. I said to Yogi, “Walter Iooss, remember, I took that picture of you…” And he said, “Hey Whitey, here’s the guy who took that horrible picture of us.” Whitey came over and said, “Oh, my family hated that picture. Said you made me look like a little old guy.” I thought they were putting me on. I said, “Are you kidding me? I love that picture.” Whitey said, “Love it? We hate that picture.”
This video combines several things I like: voice acting, Japanese talk shows, and cuteness.
Some of my friends’ jobs involve teaching components, and we were e-discussing the ups and downs of this line of employment. A significant down might be that it reminds you, the teacher, that you are no longer a cool
party going student who has really meaningful emotions
substance abuse issues other commitments that sometimes make you waay too asleep over for class interfere with getting assignments in on time. Further to this, Hill commented that,
My rule for students was, you were allowed to hand in one paper late as long as you promised never to give me your explanation why. I thought I was going to lose my mind if I heard one more “My boyfriend and I had a huge fight and then I had to drive him to the airport and then it was, like, 2 am and then my roommate got alcohol poisoning . . . etc. etc. ” Seriously, just zip it and give me the paper. Save the emo for your band.
PS, I was on a university campus yesterday for reasons unrelated to education, and oh my goodness, it’s frosh week! Cute little shouldn’t-you-be-in-OACs stumbling around with purple paint on their faces, getting water
boardedgunned by power-mad 20 year olds. Say it with me now: AAAAWWWW!
These photos (large version) show Isabelle Dinoire, the recipient of the first successful partial face transplant. In 2005, Dinoire overdosed on pills and went unconscious. Trying to wake her, her dog eventually scratched her face to shreds. Missing her lips, nose, and parts of her cheeks, Dinoire was left unable to speak or eat, and received a partial face-transplant, a total miracle of science. Although she doesn’t have full control of the muscles in the lower part of her face, you can see some pretty graphic images of the improvement this transplant has made. More about Dinoire, including links to more photos.
Since 2005, the field of face transplantation has moved forward by leaps and bounds, and in the last few weeks, it looks like face transplantation is now a viable option after catastrophic facial damage. Hurray plastic surgery!
New faces, given to a Chinese man after a bear tore off part of his face, and a French-Caribbean man disfigured by a rare tumor, show that such transplants can work, and are not medical oddities.
And here’s the requisite link to Nicolas Cage & John Travolta awkwardly stroking a lot of people’s faces.
Laughed lots; cried a bit: POW!
We’ve all seen Feist’s lovely Sesame Street appearance, right? (If not, go check it out, it’s great). And also great is this: Norah Jones and Elmo’s heartwrenching rendition of “Don’t Know Y”.
Speaking of Elmo? Okay, so picture for a moment… what you think the actor who does the voice of Elmo, might look like. Ready to be surprised? Here.
There was a gun battle a few blocks from my house early this morning, which is the exact opposite of “internet awesome”. That’s more like “real world suckage”. To any gunmen who read this website, I would like to formally say, cut it out, jerks.
But, there was a small dribble of awesome on the chin of this stupid occurrence, and that is that an anoymous hipster saw the whole thing and sent her styley version of a witness statement to a local blog. Here it is in all its well-turned glory:
Say what you will about hipsters, those sartorially cagy accusatory nonconformist whiners, but they don’t come without their perks, one of which is that the number of wild-west style shootings in a given area is usually inversely proportionate to the number of said pseudo-bohos. When the girls and galleries move in, the goons with guns get gone, if you will allow me. So when I finished shooting a hip hop show that had run late early Saturday morning, and called it a wrap, I decided to take advantage of one of the few nice nights this summer—and forego use of my Metropass—and walk the trek from Queen and Bathurst up to Oz and Dundas.
Having just recently moved into my new apartment in that ‘hood (straddling the Queen West, the Gallery District, and Little What’s-Its-Name, yay!), I expected an uneventful walk, along which I could practice my tactical movement skills weaving through the inevitable veritable obstacle course of drunken scenesters I knew was coming. And so, having almost finished the aforementioned gauntlet as I neared the cigar factory on Ossington just south of Dundas, I was feeling good overall, generally at peace with stuff, certainly not expecting the curve ball about to be sent sailing squarely my way by pitcher McFate.
When it started—POP-POP-POP-POP—in rapid succession, I thought “my dear, dreadful baking accident in Venezia?” But I had to reevaluate this outlook quickly as four cars began screeching around the corner from Argyle south onto Ossington. With a bad leg injury—an ugly hangover from August of ’07—I could not flee the man hanging out of the BMW, second in succession in the depravity parade, with firearm-a-blazin’, so I kind of stood and drank it all in with a flank of terrified bewilderment.
I made eye contact with the gunman for a few seconds—that was surreal. “Keep your eyes on the prize slinger!” I should have shouted, but this is an afterthought; at the time I was as busy as a bee avoiding strays. The firing continued as the mad panoply continued south in the direction of the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health.
Sadly, I couldn’t return fire with my DSLR, as my Compact Flash card was gorged on paid-for concert pics. So I hid in an alley, called up a friend, walked home, finished my Jerk Chicken and Rice and Peas, and, in the mood for a long chat, called up the boys in blue.
From that point on the only other morsel of note is that I pointed out two shell casings missed by the Sirs while I attempted to give my statement and was not impressed by the general handling of the scene—but take that with a grain of salt from a social libertarian who isn’t paid for that kind of work. After my return to the scene I resumed what I would now refer to as my protracted safari home, the odyssey of a Torontonian. Once en domus I fired up my vapourizer, took some time to imbibe and reflect, and crashed, crashed hard.
For the record I slept quite soundly. I still think Toronto is an awfully safe place, and I’ll be making an even longer walk home tonight (if just to show McFate a little spite).