One of the scariest parts of Paediatrics was the time a little child was brought in for hallucinations. She had no fever, no fits, no suggestive medical or family history of psychiatric or organic causes.
Sometimes, I like finding like-minded blogs. Blogs that may teach me something new about my field. I like health, and I don’t think health is just about the sciences.
Exercise is GOOD. Leading a balanced lifestyle is GOOD. But exercising your body into oblivion is NOT good. Counting calories is bad. Needing to perform jumping jacks for every cookie you eat is unhealthy. Yeah, a while ago I saw a blog explaining how many jumping jacks one needed to do to deserve an Easter egg.
You do not need to be a medical or nursing student to have heard the term “phantom pregnancy”. Pseudocyesis is pretty much when a woman’s body believes she is pregnant. Only, she’s not. Her abdomen will distend. Some will even claim to feel the baby kicking.
And here’s the kicker (sorry, couldn’t resist)… true phantoms are not a case of attention-seeking. The mother really believes she is pregnant. Her body agrees.
But that’s not really what I am interested in today.
At a recent community volunteer clinic, I had my first proper psych patient. I have dealt before with suicide attempts, but those were unconscious patients in casualty and thus did not present the opportunity for a consultation.
This patient came for help herself – something I though was a good sign. Her affect was blunted and she was clearly depressed. There was a positive history too.
Since my recent discovery of the myriad of book blogs, Goodreads and the ability to read while maintaining my schedule has led to me rather bravely attempting a bookish challenge, I have decided to blog about those books.
For the category of Science and Natural History I read The Brain that Changes itself by Norman Doidge. Thanks to SolitaryDiner for the recommendation. Continue reading “Book Review: The Brain That Changes Itself”
My clinical psychiatry rotation will take place in my fifth year, and I am trying to build my knowledge and my confidence sufficiently so as to be the best I can for those future patients.
Recently I read a book by Dr Richard K. Baer, A Life in Pieces The Harrowing True Story of a Woman with Multiple Personality Disorder.
For four weeks, my friends and I woke up at unearthly hours and worked, scutmonkeys, throughout the day – and often the nights.
In obstetrics we had 24-hour-calls. We learnt soon just how unglamorous birth could be. We dealt with patients who came in drunk or hungover, patients who expected their baby to simply pop out with no effort, patients who were often rude, or those who seemed to have no comprehension of any language.
When the pain and the heat became unbearable they would strip down, and we were caught between nurses ordering that the patients MUST wear their gowns, and the women who simply refused.