Monday, April 21, 2008

Breast is best

No, this is not a post singing the praises of breastfeeding, though its value is clear. (Still, who am I to judge those who choose not to breastfeed? I wasn't breastfed, and I turned out OK. But I digress.)

This post is to let you know that last week I finished my third rotation for the year, breast surgery. It was bloody good.

(Note: When I say breast surgery, I'm not talking about augmentation - I'm talking about mastectomies, lumpectomies, and axillary dissections for breast cancer, and removal of benign fibroadenomas.)

A few third years recommended it to me last year, and because I didn't have a strong preference for my compulsory surgical rotation, I took their advice. I didn't actually get allocated to it first time around, but I shuffled my rotations and squeezed it in. VERY glad I did.

It was a good mix of surgery and medicine. Not as much surgery as some surgical rotations because there are only 2-3 breast lists each week (half day each). So to fill in the time we had some oncology teaching, which was really useful.

The breast team were all really nice, and I got to scrub in for pretty much everything. For some surgeries, it was just me and the consultant. My job: hold the instruments and hold the boob. Heh.

  • Best moment: Being told by the consultant that he preferred me to scrub in instead of the new resident because I had much more experience than her! He was brilliant - really made me feel like a valuable part of the team (which is unusual for a medical student).
  • Weirdest moment: I had to massage a woman's breast for 5 minutes. Let me explain - the surgeon had injected blue dye into a tumour, and I had to massage the breast so that the dye would move to the sentinel lymph node/s. My arm got sore! Then when I went to scrub in, he told me that he didn't think it'd been 5 minutes (it had) and he wanted it done for a bit longer.
  • Worst moment: The way these (male) doctors who deal with breast cancer every day still can't handle it when a woman starts to cry. Surely they must be used to it by now, and surely they know the right things to say and do. One registrar got all nervous and mumbly until I suggested that the patient might like some tissues, which he went to get (anything to get him away from the emotional woman!). One of the consultants completely ignored the woman in tears and proceeded to talk directly to her husband, not making eye contact even when he said things like "you'll get the scan before your surgery", etc. Aaagh! It's very hard to sit there and say nothing.
So that's it for me and surgery this year, unless I get to do a surgical term at Shoalhaven for my last placement. While it's fun wearing scrubs and actually getting the chance to scrub in for surgeries, it can get boring and it hurts my feet and back. I'm not keen on being a surgeon.

Now I'm on rotation 4 of 8 - geriatrics. I'm at a suburban hospital, which is lovely. I had a very cruisy day today with lots of practice doing MMSEs and long cases*. Fun!

* "Long cases assess student performance in eliciting and integrating a patient history, physical examination and basic investigations and as a consequence develop an appropriate clinical summary. The clinical summary includes developing a diagnosis, differential diagnosis and problem list to be presented to a senior clinician." (From The Faculty of Medicine at The University of Sydney.)

We get an hour to take a history and do an examination (unobserved), then 20 minutes to gather our notes, then 20 minutes to present to the examiners. Our long case assessment is in August.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008


I'm supposed to be working on an assignment today, but instead I'm procrastinating. Just for something different.

I just found this wonderful shopping site, Madeit: " online community where you can buy, sell and talk independent. Buy unique independent goods or sell your own."

It's like the Australian version of Etsy, which I also love. I bought my sister's Christmas present from this store last year.

I can see some major procrastination in my future...

Wednesday, April 9, 2008


Underbelly is sooooooo good. I love true crime - reading about it, watching it - and this take on the Melbourne gangland killings has not disappointed.

I think I'll always love Blue Murder more, because it's such a well-known Sydney story. But Underbelly resonates because it didn't happen that long ago.

It's interesting to watch a show like this when you know what's going to happen. Tonight's episode featured the notorious murders of Jason Moran and his associate in front of his kids at a junior AFL match. It was a brilliant episode, and knowing the outcome didn't ruin it at all.

I do have one quibble with Underbelly - something that makes it almost perfect TV, but not quite. The problem is the music. Tonight's episode, for example, covered events of 2003. It featured a long sequence set to the beautiful song "Don't Fight It" by The Panics, which was released in 2007. No denying that's a great song, but would it have killed them to include music to match the period the show's set in? Although Cold Case isn't one of my favourite shows, I've always thought its biggest strength was that it features music from the year in question. I think this same attention to detail would've made Underbelly brilliant.

I know, I'm so picky! What can I say, I'm a perfectionist...

Monday, April 7, 2008


From PostSecret today...

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Childhood memories

I bought this t-shirt from Glarkware.

It's been fun to see who actually gets it - I can separate the groups into 'were allowed to watch Sesame Street' and 'were not allowed to watch Sesame Street'.

I loved (and still love) that show. We always watched Sesame Street and Play School, one after the other - so we had brilliant children's TV, plus a balance of American and Australian content.

The pinball song by the Pointer Sisters is one of my favourites - hence why I bought the t-shirt.

But my favourite counting song of all is the Ladybugs' Picnic...

Hospitals under siege

This article relates to my earlier post about emergencies...