Ahhhhhhhh!
Made it through week one.
I went to the hospital for the first time on Monday and got
shown around to all the pediatric units. There are many: Moyo (malnutrition),
High Dependency Unit (or HDU, a step-down ICU more or less), special care unit,
medical unit, chronic medical unit, nursery (for patients less than 6 mos old),
Chitinkha (the newborn unit which includes a NICU, a kangaroo mother care unit,
and a newborn nursery), oncology, the emergency room, plus a variety of
surgical units and an ICU where the pediatric consultants routinely have to go
to check on some of the pediatric patients being managed by surgeons or
anesthesiologists there. Throughout all
these units, there are about 300 or so patients, and this is not the busy
season. On the day-to-day, various residents, students, and consultants are
spread throughout the units, but when you are on call, you cover ALL of them
and just try and keep things from going horribly wrong.
Just figuring out how to navigate this. Looks pretty easy, right???
This week I thought a lot about how it feels to be in a
completely new environment and feel like I have no idea what is going on. I spent a lot of time in the HDU and saw some horrible things. We had
some patients arrest and need resuscitation and I didn’t know where to find
things or what capabilities the unit even had.
There are no monitors, crash carts (where the necessary medicines are
kept for a patient who is coding) are haphazardly stocked with drugs needing to
be measured, diluted, and drawn up before they can be given. Patients are crammed all over, sometimes more
than one to a bed (and like I said, this is the low season…), so other children
and families are looking on as you try to bring someone back from the dead
(which here is hardly ever successful).
Luckily we do have a good number of students, residents, and
consultants. It is busy, and patients
are very sick, but I learned that some of my colleagues elsewhere are up
against far worse. Some of them have no students right now because they are on strike to protest fees, no residents, and are managing
similar numbers of patients on their own or with only a few other clinicians,
unable to even speak the local language. So resource and personnel-wise, I learned I
am actually probably in a decent set-up.
Which is good for me, considering I had to rely on the residents,
students, and nurses to show me where everything was and help me remember
things like how to dilute adrenaline and what concentration we stock in the middle
of giving CPR.
I went home feeling defeated and was being really hard on
myself. This is my orientation period to get me exposed to all the units for a
couple of days, but I wanted to know the system and be up and running RIGHT
NOW. I wanted to be managing things and
familiar with the ins and outs of the units and dealing with sick
patients. I wanted to feel competent
about everything. I realize that is insane, but I think as doctors, it is so
difficult for us not to be good at something.
Even if it is completely unreasonable expect that I just jump in and
know everything after 2 days. I was
thankful to have some good reality-checkers back home who told me to stop being
ridiculous as I argued that I was the dumbest doctor ever and will never be
able to do anything useful.
So I am going to do my best to be patient with myself and
the system. I have started to keep track of the little things.
Small victories for the week:
Hey, the power is back on (kind of a daily occurrence that
it goes out for a few hours)
Hey, this 1600 gram baby actually is doing ok and gaining
weight
Hey, this medical student just gave a great demonstration
of a newborn exam
Hey, not everyone fell asleep during my first lecture
Hey, I found the post office only after getting a little
lost
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