Friday, September 13, 2013

Men In Surgery

As a woman in surgery, gender issues come up frequently.  It’s something that really weighs on my mind, and I want to take this opportunity to set the record straight.  Gender equality matters, and we all need to do our part to the even the playing field in surgical specialties.

The fields of sewing and knot tying have historically dominated by women.  For thousands of years, everything that was sewn by a human, was sewn by a women.  In the modern era,  woman  are taught from a very young age to handle needles and thread, and go through rigorous afternoon craft sessions where our work is critiqued and judged until it reaches a level of precision suitable for a surgeon, or at least enough to hold our handmade pillow case together.   When we wanted to cement our social standing with our best friend, we were forced to undertake a tedious and tiresome knot tying ritual known as “making friendship bracelets”.    The intricacy and precision of the bracelet was believed to be reflective of the commitment to the friendship, forcing BFF’s to engage in a never ending competition to out-tie and out-braid their brightly colored mess of threads into a work of art.  
Our hands would ache, our eyes would water, and all we could think was  “one more knot,  just one more knot….”  Looking back at my Girl Scout experience, it really could be renamed “Surgical Technique 101”.  Except there would be less cookies.

Despite our natural and obvious dominance of the skills required for surgery, women must actively work to welcome men into the field of surgery.    This revolutionary and controversial viewpoint is not embraced yet by the mainstream surgical audience, so allow me to make my case.  I truly believe that there is a role for Men in Surgery, and that, over time, we will come to find them a truly valuable part of the surgical community.

Despite their obvious deficit in sewing and knot tying based on childhood experiences, men can in fact develop these skills if given proper time and training.  A patient teacher and an abundance of motivation must be present in order for these men to make up on lost time, but it is possible.  There’s a growing body of evidence that video gaming at a young age improves laparoscopic skills.  So we should remind them that their wasted youth, devoid of knot-tying, may still have some usefulness.

Another obstacle that men must overcome is their natural urges and biologic shortcomings which often distract them from surgery.  Their frequent requests to time off to attend major sporting events, improve their golf game, or simply to fart and scratch their balls at home, must be met with tolerance and understanding.  The biologic differences between women and men cannot be changed, but we must work to adjust our expectations and work schedules to account for these inconvenient and unexpected interruptions to the work flow. 

The operating room can be a hostile place for men in surgery, and as women we must actively work to reform this.  Both circulating and scrub nurses are almost uniformly female, and careers in anesthesia (including CRNA’s) is rapidly trending toward a female predominance.  Many scholars have postulated that men are simply no longer a relevant part of the operating room culture.  The sisterhood that has developed often alienates men. They are kept out of the social circle by their lack of understanding of our reality TV show and Glee references.  Metaphors related to the contestants on the Bachelor often go over their head  and they  find themselves lacking a common language as their female peers.  As women in surgery, we must actively reach out to these men.  Take time away from the operating room to review common metaphors which they may overhear.  Answer their questions about Grey’s Anatomy in a honest and respectful way.  It’s not their fault that they cannot participate in the female-dominated operating room culture- they were simply raised differently.

Change must come from the leadership in our field.  There is no room for gender bias in the hiring process. Science has proven repeatedly that women tend to be more detail oriented, more patient, and better at resolving complex emotional and relationship issues- all of which are highly valued in chosing which surgeon to hire for an open position.  But I urge my colleagues to consider some of the lesser known traits of men which may in fact be just as valuable.  For example, I bet you didn’t know that men can lift very heavy things.  Additionally, men tend to have larger hands.  While this makes them struggle in many of the fine and delicate aspects of surgery, it could be seen as a positive when considering stool disimpaction.  Lastly, remember that men have feelings too.  They just might surprise you with their compassion and grace.  Oh yeah! And they are tall.  Think of all those dead light bulbs they could change.


Allowing men to become surgeons enhances the diversity of our work force, which I’ve been told is a good thing.  If we hope to remain a vital and relevant field amongst medical specialties, we must embrace all gender equally- even the ones with external genitaila. Gross.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

The Little Monster Inside of Me

I'm working on my next book, which is a humor/memoir about medical school and residency.  Some of its funny, some of its sad, and some of its silly.  Here's a poem that I wrote for the book, enjoy!

The Little Monster Inside of Me

There’s a little monster inside of me
He lives a funny life
He’s been places you may never see
Unless you wield a surgeon’s knife.

He slips down my gallbladder like a waterslide
My stomach cushions his fall
He burrows in the pile of small bowel to hide
And bats at my appendix like a whiffle ball

He dances to my heartbeat
And my aorta launches him like a trampoline
He lands on my kidney with both his feet
And wiggles down next to my spleen

He’ll fight infections if he’s done playing for the day
With sword and shield he’ll charge
“You foolhardy intruders will have to pay,
No foreingers allowed, small or large!”

He’s my inner child
Injecting fun into my veins
His playground is strange and wild
Free from all of life’s little pains

He’s all of my vices
When I smoke or drink too long
He the one who pays the prices
While singing his shanty song

When a surgeons knife unroofs his house
He hides behind my bladder
He stays as quiet as a mouse
Til alone again, climbs my uterus like a ladder

It’s not my fault when things go wrong
The monster must be scheming
Distracting my hands with his song
Pulling my mind into his dreamings

Blame the monster inside me
If I quiver or quake
Blame the monster inside me
If my nervous hands shake.

Blame the monster inside me
When I falter or fail-
But you’ll never catch the monster
Even if you see the tip of his tail

He’s crafty and sly
He knows where to hide
I will never say goodbye

To my little monster inside

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

A Day in The Life

My sister did a cute blog post about "A Day In The Life", which mostly involves my adorable nephews, and I highly recommend reading it (LINK!)  I decided to do one of my own, so here goes: A Day in the Life of a Second Year General Surgery Resident.

This is what time my car says when I get up in the morning.  OK, I lied.  That's what time I left work. But 5am feels like 3:45am.



This is the parking garage at my work.  I would be lying if I didn't say that free parking in downtown Chicago is one of the reasons that I picked my program.  I would also be lying if I didn't say that I lose my car in this garage about once a week.  I've been told by multiple sources that we have the largest parking garage in all of Chicago.   But really?  O'Hare?  McCorkmick place?  I think it's a lie made up by people who lose their cars in here often and are trying to feel better about it.


This is part of the hospital complex.  The newest, shiniest part. Does it just make you want to cut someone open?  Mmm.  I love it.  Also, this is why your medical bills are so high.



This is the locker room where I change into scrubs.  You really weren't expecting this detailed of a look int my life, were you?    It's thrilling, right?





There is only one important thing about my locker: it's where I keep food.  Yum yum yum.  I guess the combination is also important, but not a important as the food.


This is pre-op, where we meet the patient before surgery.  I basically live where that other guy is standing.  Why do I love standing beside that window so much?  Well...


Skyline view!!! I'm obsessed with this view.  I take a picture of it at least once a week.




 Don't believe me how much I love this view?  Would you like to see it on a cloudy summer day?



Or a sunny summer day?



Or a kinda foggy morning? You name the condition, and I've got a picture of this skyline in it.  But moving on...


 So we wait in pre-op for everybody to be ready to start surgery.  Here's my attending waiting.  Don't be mistaken, this isn't a scene from the action-packed Gray's Anatomy, this actually happened in front of me.  THRILLING.



Finally we get to wheel the patient down the long hallway with the pretty view to the OR.  The patients are given drugs before we roll back, so they either sleep through the scenic view, or they think it is super awesome and trippy (depending which drug we give them)



Then anesthesia puts the patient to sleep in the operating room.  Two things I would like to point out about this picture.  (1) This was for a small breast biopsy that took about 30 minutes, and anesthesia has enough IV fluid hanging to do a freaking liver transplant.  Chill out anesthesia.  (2) Did you notice the artfully placed wires and lines that make it so you can't see the patient's face?  HIPPA compliant and artistically pleasing.


The OR's have an awesome BOSE sound system, that unfortunately only plays Apple products, not Droid.  So I had to find my old 80gb, 3 lbs iPod to bring to work to play music.  My old iPod is as big as my current laptop.  Or close.  And it has zero music from the past 5 years on it.  O well.


And then we do surgery. Love love love.




I made sure to include the instruments in this picture that look most like torture devices.  Mwahaha.



I always have the exact same snack after surgery- cranberry juice and graham crackers.  I steal it from the food cart meant for patients who have finished surgery.  The taste of cran-crackers (patent pending) is my favorite thing after finishing a long surgery.  It's probably disgusting, but it means I get to sit down after a long case, so I love it.


I also drink a lot of Diet Coke, which was the initial purpose of this picture.  I only noticed after I took it, that there is a jug behind it labeles "24 Urine Collection".  I hope that jug was empty.





I sleep at work every chance I get.  You can send my Doctor of the Year award via fax, email or snail mail.  If everything I have to do is done, I'm no stranger to a midday nap and I'm not a shamed of it.  There are a few keypoints I must teach you, though, if you hope to successfully take a nap at work.  Lines on your face or drool are for amateurs   To successfully sleep at work you have to look like you are doing something.  So I kick my feet up and put something that I could be reading on my nap.  Extra points if its something that I should be reading (aka a medical journal). You have to lean straight back, no resting your cheek to one side or the other, or you will wake up with lines.  And then...


.... you can just close your eyes and sleep.  If someone walks in, it's a simple as opening your eyes and you look like you are wide awake and busy studying.  Some newbies lay down on couches to sleep, but that is super awkward if your boss walks in.  You have to sit up fast, wipe away drool, and try not too look like a slacker.  But my way is magic.  Eyes close, night night.  Eyes open, study study.  I won't tell you my record for longest nap in this position, but I will tell you that its legendary.





So there you have it.  A day in my life.  I love it.