"It's just a flesh wound"

There are some perks to hanging around people who aren't studying exactly what you are studying.  In my case, whenever something goes medically wrong, or whenever something is bleeding, I get a call.  In my friend's case, when he split his finger open, he didn't have to go to the emergency room.

Last semester, I got a call at about 1PM on a Friday.  It went something like this:

Friend: "Hey, Erika... um... I cut my finger with a kitchen knife and I don't know if I should go to the ER."

Erika: "Oh no, how long has it been bleeding?"

Friend: "About half an hour..."

Erika: "I'll be right over."

I grabbed what was left of my EMT supplies and rushed over.  When I arrive, he explained that his room mate, also a law student, was too disturbed with the sight of blood to help him.  

Minor Finger Laceration

Upon examination, I realize that it was "just a flesh wound" and stitches would not be warranted.  I had learned at an early age when a cut or scrap was serious from my MD father.  I would often run to him crying when I had cut my toe running on asphalt.  He would look at it, give me a hug, and tell me it's just a flesh wound.  "Band-aids won't help," he'd explain, "We will just put some hydrogen peroxide and alcohol on it and it will heal up just fine."  I could see that the superficial skin layer, the epidermis, had been damaged, but the deeper layer of the dermis was not.  So, I told my friend it was just a flesh wound and gave him roughly the same treatment my dad would have given me.  I cleaned his injury with alcohol, hydrogen peroxide and some Neosporin.  Although, unlike my dad, I believe in the powers of band-aids, especially when flaps of skin are involved.  So, I tightly wrapped a band-aid around his finger to make sure the skin flap healed properly.  

This was early in my career as a personal on-call EMT, so unfortunately I didn't have the proper personal protective equipment (PPE) at the time.  I washed my hands thoroughly with soap and water both before and after treating the site.  Since then, I have increased my stock of medical supplies and am proud to say I now stash a box of gloves in my apartment.  Just in case my medical services are ever unexpectedly needed again!

Healed Finger

This is a picture taken months after the incident.  Glad to know he didn't have to waste his time at the emergency department over such a minor laceration. 

Osteogenesis Imperfecta

After an incredibly memorable summer in Dallas, TX and Newport Beach, CA, I am proud to say that I will inevitably be returning back to my roots and settling down in California.  Now that I know I will be exclusively applying to PA programs in Southern California, I will not have to take the much dreaded course, Organic Chemistry!  Hooray!  This semester I am taking Physiology (for science majors!) and Genetics.  My class load seems sparse, so I plan on filling the gaps by working at the psychiatric research clinic and volunteering.  

Let's start with some physiology.  On the first day of class, my teacher wrote, "Osteogenesis Imperfecta" on the board and asked us to tell her what we thought it meant.  I rose my hand and answered, "Imperfect creation of bone."  Translated literally, I was correct but I didn't really have any idea what causes the disorder or its specific symptoms.  My teacher went on to explain that Osteogenesis Imperfecta is also known as Brittle Bones Disease and that she, in fact, has this condition.  She shared this personal medical history with us because she stated it will at times affect her teaching.  I feel like I owe it to her to spend a few minutes researching this disorder and sharing it here. 

According to PubMed Health, Osteogenesis Imperfecta (OI) is a congenital disorder (present when you are born) that affects the gene that produces collagen, one of the fundamental tissues found in the body.  OI is Autosomal Dominant so if you managed to obtain the OI gene from a parent who is affected by the disorder, you will also inherit the condition.  There are a number of symptoms associated with OI, but all those affected by the disorder have brittle bones and are susceptible to fractures.  People with OI are often below average height, have early hearing loss, bowed legs and arms and scoliosis or an s-curvatures found in the spine.  One trait I found especially interesting is that the sclera, white of the eye, has a blueish tint.  

The prognosis depends on the type or severity of one's OI case.  Those with a mild case such as my teacher, will likely experience fragile bones, blue scleras, early hearing loss, and height impairment, but will ultimately live a normal lifespan.  Good news for my Physiology teacher!      

Cause of Death: Boyle's Law

My quest to apply to Physician  Assistant school this year was thwarted recently when I found out that my summer Physiology was not for science majors, thus rendering it entirely useless.  Unfortunately this means that I will no longer be eligible to apply to school this year.  Every cloud has a silver lining, however!  I have an entire year to put together the most outstanding Physician Assistant application known to those admissions committees!  What better way to prove my understanding of science than by getting certified as a SCUBA diver.  Let me explain why - SCUBA stands for Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus and is an underwater diving sport that involves knowledge of Chemistry, Physics and even Physiology.  I believe that my knowledge of SCUBA along with my EMT training in underwater emergencies will enable me to be a better mid-level provider in the future. 

The number 1 Rule in SCUBA is "never hold your breath." 

I know the relationship between holding your breath and being submerged in water seem quite natural, but while SCUBA diving holding your breath might actually kill you.  You might remember a rule from Chemistry called Boyle's Law - The absolute pressure and volume of a given gas are inversely proportional.  Simply put, as pressure increases, volume decreases; as pressure decreases, volume increases.  

One of the organs most affected by Boyle's law is the lung.  The lungs are the sac-like respiratory organs found in your chest cavity that are made out of thin elastic tissue.  This elastic tissue is perfectly suited to withstand the expansion and deflation that takes place during inhalation and exhalation.  This concept is complicated by pressure, however.  

So, imagine you take a deep breath and begin your descent into the ocean depths - pressure increases, causing the air in your lungs to decrease.  No problem, right?  Well, yes.  The problem lies in the ascent.  Take that same deep breath underwater, but this time start your ascent to sea level.  As you start swimming to the surface, the pressure of the water around you will decrease, thus the volume of the air in your lungs will increase.  When the volume of your lungs increases past its normal capacity, one may suffer from pulmonary pressure damage.   This damage may result in an over expansion injury, but in the worst case scenarios, your lungs might even pop like a balloon!

So, if you ever find yourself SCUBA diving, be sure to remember Boyle's Law.  I bet you never thought that those Chemistry skills might just save your life someday!

Let Bygones be Bygones

Bygone - a thing dating from an earlier time

I bet you didn't know that phrase had a real meaning!  Well, now you know.  Today I took the GRE, and although I still can't get a grip on if I should be ecstatic about my score, I find that it really does not matter.  I am extremely proud of myself, and how well I did compared to what I was prepared to get, given my dismal history with standardized tests.  I guess the hiatus I took from life to study everyday for 8-10 hours a day paid off! 

Now, back to the good stuff - graphic picture I have accumulated during my path to PA school!

A few weeks back, after fulfilling my duties as DD and driving everyone back to my friend's house, we decided to hang out into the wee hours of the night.  It seems that after 4AM, all filters fly out the window and candidness takes its place.  Somehow, everyone's sordid medical history became the center of conversation.  Even though we had just been introduced less than an hour ago, one guy started telling us all about his cerecum impaction.  Of course, he had a picture of this excised ball of ear wax on his phone.  I insisted that he show me the picture, but at first he didn't take me seriously.  After a bit of coaxing, he relented and gave me permission to post it here on my blog.

Cerumen Impaction

Ceruminous glands are found in the external auditory canal (ear canal).  Their main function is to produce the wax (cerecum) that waterproofs this sensitive area and simultaneously kills bacteria and traps particles.  

A cerecum impaction can occur after an individual uses Q-tips or bobby pins to clean his or her ear.  This is because doing so inadvertently pushes wax too far into the ear canal.  The external auditory canal is rather remarkable at cleaning itself.  So unless you want to fish one of these suckers out of your ear during your next visit to the doctor, you might want to think twice the next time you decide to "clean" your ears! 

"Abscond - to leave secretly"

I didn't really abscond from Austin, but I feel like I have.  For the past few days, I have been hiding out like a misanthrope at my aunt's home in Dallas.  It's not that I don't like people, its just that my boyfriend, Nat, has been driving my car to work everyday, and living in Dallas without a car is like social suicide!  So, while Nat goes to work everyday, I have been spending the days alone in my aunt's lavish home.  My aunt's place is like a 4 star resort - ornate, full of delicious food, and has an amazing pool.  

Although it might sound like I am in paradise, I am far from being on vacation, lounging by the pool margarita in hand.  On the contrary, I have actually been painstakingly studying for the Graduate Records Examination (GRE).  Standardized tests and I have a poor history - the SAT attenuated my confidence years ago, and left me dreading the thought of even considering graduate school lest I have to take another test that has been suggested to be biased against both women and minorities (of which I am both).  In high school, I was impetuous and audacious - and obviously overconfident in my intelligence because I purposely chose not to prepare or study for the SAT.  I thank fate, the stars, God and the admissions department at UC Berkeley for ignoring my SAT score and pitying this young aspiring actor with a love of stage theatre, Shakespeare, and the ridiculous.  

I will not be as inchoate and lazy in my approach to the GRE as I was in studying for the SAT.  My only hope is that I can shake off my diffident mentality and regain my confidence that was lost years ago.  If I study hard, I know I can make it through another soporific exam (I am pretty sure I almost fell asleep during the Reading and Comprehension section of the SAT).  You may have guessed that the bold-faced words scattered throughout this post are from my GRE work books.  I apologize if they make me seem like a pedant, but I find that using new words in sentences is the best way to study!  

My GRE is scheduled for May 24th - a day that will go down in infamy or great triumph! 

This blog post was brought to you by the following words:

Abscond - to leave secretly

Misanthrope - a person who dislikes others

Lavish - to give unsparingly; extremely generous or extravagant

Attenuate - to reduce in force or degree; weaken

Impetuous - quick to act without thinking

Audacious - fearless and daring

Diffident - lacking self-confidence

Soporific - causing sleep or lethargy

Inchoate - not fully formed; disorganized

Pedant - someone who shows off learning

O time, thou must untangle this, not I...

“O time, thou must untangle this, not I...It is too hard a knot for me t’untie" 

(II.ii.38–39) Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

I learned this quote in high school when my love affair with Billie Shakespeare began.  Although this quote has more to do with forlorn cross-dressing lovers than with anything I am currently experiencing, I still find comfort in its call for fate's intervention.  There are just too many questions lingering to really determine what will be happening with my academic future: will I apply this year, will I return to California or stay in Texas, will I have to take Organic Chemistry, will I need to spend more time working to accumulate clinical experience?  It all got too stressful to think about, so for now I am going to kick back and just let fate do some of the work.


Over the weekend, I paid a visit to my home state of California.  My main motivator was an open house held at Western University of Health Sciences.  I had been in contact with the university for some time now, and we eager to see the program and learn about all the school had to offer.  Their motto, "The disciple of learning, the art of caring," really embodies what I hope to get out of my experience as a future Physician Assistant.  I left the open house excited to write my personal statement and turn in my application!  


I also had the pleasure of attending an event held by The University of Southern California, where my father went to medical school.  Hearing the dean talk about the future of the Keck School of Medicine was awe-inspiring to say the least.  I would be honored to continue the family tradition and attend the Keck School of Medicine as a Physician Assistant, although, as an alumni from the University of California, at Berkeley I would be a Bear in wolf's clothing! 


With all that official business out of the way, I also got a chance to catch up with my best friends from high school, eat delicious Indian and Thai food that is just infinitely better than anything in Texas, and even go on hospital rounds with my dad!  Going into the family business is handy, especially when you want to gain real work experience.  Even though I felt like a little kid, stumbling in high heels, trying to keep up with my dad as he flew from room to room in the hospital and his clinic, I was able to get some great exposure to some interesting cases.


Our first visit was to a patient who had been suffering from pitting edema, a condition characterized by fluids exiting the capillaries and vessels which leads to swelling.  When we visited this patient, instead of seeing the swelling that persisted, the patient's legs were a dark purple/black color.  This was because the hematocrit in the blood had leaked out of the capillaries when the patient first started experiencing the edema.  When blood oxidizes, it turns a dark purple/black color.  My dad assured me that, although his patient's legs looked grave, he was in fact healing nicely.


While at the clinic, I got to palpate a rebounding and painful abdominal Right Upper Quadrant, indicative of an inflammation of the gallbladder; examine the smallest bone in the body, the stapes, while using an otoscope (instrument with a flashlight built into it that is used to look into ears, nose and throats); and even watch my dad remove a foreign body from an inverted eye lid!  All that in just one morning.  I can't wait until I can be at the clinic every day shadowing my dad and our PA.  For now, it's back to the books!  One more test in Anatomy and Biology.  Then, I get to take the dreaded standardized test for big kids, the GRE.

What's on your mind?

Since December 2011, I have been working at a psychiatric research clinic as a patient care technician.  It all started with a conversation I had last semester with my Biology lab partner.  His explanation of the facility and all characters he encounters got me thinking that maybe I could get some valuable experience by signing myself up.  My experiences at this clinic have really opened my eyes to the work of psychiatry!  

Today, I started my day by learning more about the Central Nervous System in Biology.  The brain is incredible and should be treated with the utmost deference.  It's ability to integrate sensory information in mili-seconds is just astonishing!  With a plethora of neurons and receptors, however, you better believe that something is bound to go wrong from time to time.  When this happens, cognitive dissonance often occurs and the doors of psychiatry are flung open.  After examining a sheep brain in lab, I made my way to the psych clinic.

This job has been great, not only because I am getting valuable work experience that will serve me well when it comes time to apply to graduate school, but also because I have been lucky enough to shadow the Physician Assistant (PA).  The last two days shadowing have corroborated my thoughts of possibly becoming a PA at a psychiatric facility someday.  I know it may be a depressing and often  hopeless field to work in, but the thought of helping someone fight the demons, angels, government spies or torpor that plague their mind fills me with zeal.