Archive for January, 2011

The Case of The Ferocious Ferret

Or, the case of the really fucking stupid ass hole horrible excuse for human being parents. And yes, I did just drop the F-bomb. I don’t normally do that, but as you will soon see, it was warranted.

So, as I stated in my last post, I am in the full term nursery this month, and actually, today was my last day. All in all, it was a pretty good month, no crazy parents, with the exception of the mom who decided to only smoke pot for the first three months of pregancy. No big deal. Nothing really happens in the first three months of pregancy anyways right?

But, generally, a pretty laid back month. Well, today,  I hear about a child that was being transported to our inpatient service. He is a six month old male infant whose parents left him alone with the family pet ferret While left alone with the family pet ferret, said ferret ate 17 of this little infant’s  20 digits.

Sadly, no, this is not a joke. Its just sad. I mean, the poor baby was left alone, while the ferret at 17 out of his 20 digits. Essentially, this baby was tortured, while his parents were God only knows where. The story given by the parents was that they were in the “other room” and when the father came in ( he thought he heard the child crying) and saw the ferret over his bloodied child he threw the ferret against the wall and killed it. Now, how true can this story be? I mean, I am sure he did infact kill the family pet out of anger. But, this whole being in the “other room” buisness while his child was being eaten. Lets take a closer look at what it would take for a ferret to eat 17 digits.

You many not be able to tell by the picture on the let, but turns out, that ferrets have four types of teeth.  1) Twelve small incisors located in the front of the mouth used for grooming. 2) Four canines used for killing prey.  3) Six molars used to crush food.
And lastly4) Twelve premolar teeth that they use for chewing food. The ferret uses these teeth to cut through flesh, using them in a scissors action to cut the meat into digestible chunks.

Now, lets look at the cute little digits of your average sized American six month old baby.

 

So, given what you see here, and knowing now what you do about how ferrets use their teeth, how long do you think it took to take out all but one pinky and two big toes? I mean, think about it, at most using the premolars, it could take out two fingers at a time. That is really generous because most likely using the premolars, it would be more like gnawing off one finger at a time., because yes, the bones of the fingers were also gone. For those of you who may not have any experience with babies you know…at all, let me just say, with any noxious stimuli, they will cry, and more accurately screem with a high pitched intensity. So, if the parents really were just in the “other room” that ferret could have most only taken out two fingers, and or toes before they should have come running. But now, that poor child underwent pain that most adults couldn’t endure and will be marred for life.

Why? Because his fuck up of an excuse for parents, were clearly no where near that child, or if they were, were so high that they were not paying any attention. I mean, this kid’s life…I just can’t imagine. There are so many things wrong with this whole situation, I don’t even know where to start. But then again, do I need to say anything more?

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Shame on Me!

So, after only about what, seven months of being a senior resident…the jadedness of the medical field showed its ugly head. I am on the full term nursery right now, and the other day, we had an explosion of patients, and not just any explosion, a Burmese speaking explosion, and well, I thought IT. I thought, for just one quick nanosecond, I thought to myself, “God, why don’t these people just learn the language!” And then I caught myself. But, yeah, for that small moment, that thought actually crossed my mind, and entered my heart.

I mean, lets forget for a second the blatant hypocrisy of that thought; as my own family immigrated to the states when I was seven. Lets even forget that, the very reason I wanted to be a pediatrician was so that poor kids, including those from different countries, could get access to quality healthcare and not be treated differently because of their SES and immigration status. Yes, lets forget all that for a second, and focus, on what was truly wrong with me thinking that thought.

I mean, can you imagine what it must be like to have to flee from your own country, leave your life, most of your family behind, and come to this new place, this place that is so completely different from what you are used to? And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, your wife is pregnant, and people are poking her, doing all sorts of things to her that you don’t totally understand because they can only find someone who speaks your language every once in a while, or they use this phone in which someone on the other line speaks a different dialect than you do, so you still don’t completely understand what is going on. Then, you have to tell your story to different people everyday. Your baby is born and different people keep taking her out of the room, and you still don’t really get what is going on, and you hope that your wife and baby are ok?! I mean, can you imagine that? Cause I can’t. I cannot imagine how scary and confusing and difficult that must be. Nor, do I want to have that feeling. But this person, and his family didn’t have a choice.  And then, for me to want them to assimilate to a culture that isn’t really fully my own just to make my life easier?! Well, shame on me. I mean, really. The only inconvenience I face, is having to use an interpreter line. That’s it. And yes, it takes me a little bit longer to do my rounds. But really, that’s it. A small dot of an inconvenience, when this man and his family have this well, new inconvenient life to live now. EVERY DAY!

Dang.

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New Start?

Hi,

Yes, it has definitely been a very, very long time. Lots happened since that first 14 days. But really, it culminated in me finally hitting the wall in a very big way. I lost all motivation, I lost all drive, my heart got broken ( for about the 1000th time), and well, quite frankly so did my “give a damn.” I won’t insult you, or myself, by going into this long speech about how it is a new year and time for new beginnings. No, because, that’s not really how I feel. I know that I have accomplished a lot, and it’s just too bad that since…September, things just kind of went down hill, and I just needed that break. Luckily, I finally did get that break. Over the week of Christmas, I got 6 wonderful days off, and then went back to the NICU. Oddly enough that combination kind shook my system back into gear.

I needed time to realize that I hit the wall, and it was ok that I was burnt out. July was brutal, educational but brutal. August, was supposed to be nice, but I just ended up putting more pressure on myself to get things done. September, I signed up for too many projects, and didn’t get any of them done, but got Mono instead. October, AAP conference and the beginning of the end, of a lot of things. November hit rock bottom, but fought to keep it from affecting me or my work, December, accepted that I hit rock bottom, and held it together till I got those much needed 6 days. No, 6 days was not enough, and I could have used more, and but I will take what I can get. I promised myself that I will be more even in 2011, and yes, in my mind that does rhyme. But really, it just means that I just want to be more balanced. Work, extracurricular, and me time. I was trying to hard to be this perfect resident, and perfect doctor, sister, friend, that I forgot about me, and then well dropped the ball on all fields. I mean, being perfect in all those things, will be good for me, and is a part of taking time for me. But not really. You know what I mean. So yeah. I am going to try to be more even and balanced. Huh, guess I still gave that little speech anyways didn’t I? But in my defense, I made this decision on December 27th, not January 1st.

So, happy new year everyone, and here is hoping for a better more balanced year.

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