Let me begin with this – I am a wonderer. I am a wonderer and a wanderer.
Last week I wandered outside of the hospital and sprawled (thank you, Test Week) in a cozy patch of grass next to a courtyard of sorts. It was 4:45 p.m. and as always, I was watching, listening, and possibly talking to myself about the mossy fiber versus olive climber pathways to the cerebellum. Continue Reading →
As a native of Nashville, Tennessee, I have grown up around country music. The older I have gotten, the more I have appreciated the words of some songs. Their poetic tunes reach down into my soul, and they send my thoughts deep into my memories. The lyrics take my mind down some backcountry road in my truck with the windows down and the sun shining above. I pass by old memories and witness the love, sorrows, and joys of experiences that I have had over the span of my short life on this earth. This Saturday afternoon has proven to be one of those days. Continue Reading →
Stroll the halls of USC SOMG and you’ll find some amazing life stories. Many have traveled around the world, from Thailand to Argentina. Some have completed mission trips or succeeded at research in the lab or clinical field. Many have had life-changing experiences, in the face of health care or disease, or journeyed through major adversity on their wait to medical school. We have quite an accomplished student body.
I’ve always thought my history was rather unremarkable. After learning some of the back-stories of my fellow students, I feel quite humbled to be in the class of 2017. I feel quite lucky that I was even considered for an interview here. I would say my greatest accomplishment prior to being accepted was being a student athlete – not a very inspiring bit of literature to write on a personal statement. More than a few times I’ve thought to myself, “why am I here?” Continue Reading →
My attending handed me Mrs. Green’s* (name changed to protect the patient’s privacy) chart, led me to the door, and entered the room to speak to the patient. I opened the chart and glanced at the first page: middle-aged female. BMI= morbidly obese. Chief complaint: chest pain and shortness of breath. As my attending exited the room, I entered and promptly greeted the patient, washing my hands, and sitting in a chair next to her bed. Continue Reading →
It was my first full day in Haiti. I had arrived the day before, both excited and nervous to begin my summer volunteer experience as an EMT-Basic at Hospital Bernard Mevs in Port-au-Prince, the only trauma hospital in the entire country, and to learn more about healthcare delivery in a developing country. I was assigned to help out between the triage area and the Emergency Department (ED). The triage area consisted of two cots, along with several chairs for patients, and the ED had two beds. I do not remember exactly what this patient’s complaint was when she came in, but I remember listening to her lungs and being excited about hearing crackles for the first time. I remember her son was very friendly, was wearing a bright purple shirt, and asked me numerous times if his mother was going to be okay. I said, numerous times, that I was not sure. He asked me what I thought was wrong with her, and I remember one of the Haitian doctors saying that maybe she had pneumonia and I passed along this information to him. He asked again if she was going to be okay, and without thinking and since he had asked me so many times before, I replied, “Yes, I think so”. Continue Reading →
You’re familiar with the scene. A bright-eyed recruit fresh out of boot camp is eager for the front lines when he is abruptly put in his place by the hardened veteran. “You just wait,” he tells the private, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
It’s funny how easily this scene translates into the world of medicine. As you might expect, before anyone becomes a doctor, they must take a string of exams and venture through more levels of education than Dante’s Inferno. At each step along the way, we are constantly looking to the people on the path before us to get their input and knowledge; this happens so often that my roommate and I have a running joke about it. Amidst the helpful advice and pearls of wisdom there is usually a subtle grain of sand embedded somewhere in their discourse:
“Just wait.” Continue Reading →
I originally decided to come to medical school because of an interest in child & adolescent psychiatry. Unsure of what I wanted to do after graduating with my BA in psychology in May of 2009, I had the opportunity to live, work, and travel to numerous places. The first place that I lived post-graduation was a small town in Southeast Alaska. I worked as a Behavioral Health Technician for a nonprofit organization in an afterschool program for children with a variety of behavioral health issues. I witnessed first-hand the “physician shortage”—with one psychiatrist traveling around all of Southeast Alaska. He stopped in my town a few days per month, mainly to re-prescribe meds. I watched a highly-intelligent boy that was misdiagnosed with bipolar disorder at a very young age go through withdrawals and have to be sent to inpatient rehab in a bigger city when it was realized that his correct diagnosis was Asperger’s. I watched another child, with low-functioning autism, get “discontinued” from our program because we did not have the resources or the training to be able to address his needs as well as the needs of our many other clients. As our program was the only one of its kind in this fishing village on a remote island with 17 miles of paved road, there was nowhere else for this boy’s family to send him in town. Through this experience, I decided that this is something that I could do—I identified a need and a way I could help. I would become a doctor. Continue Reading →
To the future Dr. Griscom,
I hope all is well in your life. Despite my busy schedule right now as a first-year medical student, I am sure that you are as busy as ever seeing patients every day. I hope that healthcare has continued to change into a system that provides for both you and the patient. It cracks me up to think that you might have your own family. I hope you have found a beautiful, thoughtful, and loving friend to spend the rest of your life with – you deserve it. As someone who will always remain a kid at heart, I hope you have not lost your youthful spirit with your children. I know they will have a very caring father, and I hope you are providing your family with something more than an income. Do not let your practice consume you to the point that you miss out on the loves of your life. Continue Reading →
The hashtags #Blacklivesmatter and #whitecoats4blacklives have been dominating social media for the past month. Pictures of people protesting and medical students participating in “die-in” demonstrations at their medical schools have also surfaced. How did we end up here? Racial tension between African Americans and the police has been a longstanding, controversial issue. Only July 17, 2014, Eric Garner died after a white police officer, Daniel Pantaleo, put him in a chokehold, even though he repeated to the police officer, “I can’t breathe.” The grand jury decided not to indict Officer Pantaleo based on a lack of evidence. One month later, an African American teenager named Michael Brown was shot and killed by a white police officer named Darren Wilson. The jury did not have enough evidence to indict Officer Wilson of any wrongdoing. However, political unrest swept the nation because many people believed that the Eric Garner and Michael Brown’s deaths were due to the color of their skin. Continue Reading →