Saturday, December 29, 2007
Forget the water! Don't drink out of the glasses!
I was Cruising the 'net and ran across this bit of video, it was eye opening.
Basically these motels were simply rinsing out the glasses and putting them right back out for use.
Now I'm not a "sterile environment" kind of guy. I 've seen the studies on the bedspreads and floors in a hotel room and I still stay in hotels and motels. I drop stuff on the floor and employ the "10 second rule". I drink after my family and friends. Hey I even eat food that I 've left out overnight on occasion. My daughter won't eat these things. (Hey, I'm a bachelor what can I say).
But this is over the edge.
My advice? Use the individually wrapped plastic cups.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!!
As you sit and eat all those great treats (of course I am) think about what you are going to do in the new year to TAKE CHARGE of your health.
there are a lot of small things you can do to start down the road of a healthier lifestyle.
THREE SIMPLE STEPS TO START ON A HEALTHIER YOU!!
1) Think about what you are eating! vow to eat little or no fast food. Start those fish oil/omega three supplements. Vow to eat less processed grains, swith to whole grain breads and pastas. Eat more vegetables! carrots, peas, broccoli tomatoes More whole fruits! Don't buy snack cakes and candy. GIVE UP SODA AND DRINK WATER! Dont even bring it into the house. Tree grown nuts are very healthy, almonds walnuts. Go to www.symmetrydirect.com/sservices and get a great body friendly absorbable once a day vitamin.
2)Start some sort of an exercise program. Walk 3-4 times a week. Join a club. Get a treadmill.
Get a jazzercise tape. or Tae Bo. Do a few sets of dit ups and push ups a day.
Do anything that burns calories.
3) Quit smoking. Try to get 8 hours of sleep a night. Drink 6-8 glasses of water during a 24 hr day.
the loss of even 5-10 lbs can give you more energy and make you even more motivated to reach a weightloss goal.
Do it for yourself, do it for your family heck do it to get the most out of social security if that will motivate you. But do it!!
doc
Monday, December 24, 2007
A tragedy not averted
A sub cruises into Pearl harbor, not far fromTripler Army Medical CenterWhen I hear or read about an athlete or some other person with a tragic neck injury like that it often takes me back to my training at Tripler Army Hospital in Honolulu, Hawaii.
I was on the neurosurgery rotation (a familiar theme here huh?) and we received word that a young sailor was in the Air Evac system heading our way with an apparent herniated disc in his neck with severe upper extremity numbness and weakness.
We rarely got much of a heads up about air evacs but this case was a little different.
This sailor had the distinct misfortune to be in a sub on station somewhere in the Pacific ocean when he herniated his cervical disk.
We heard nothing about this patient for three to four days.
Then he appeared in the ER off an Air Evac plane into Hickam Air base not far from the hospital. A tall blond haired blue eyed muscular young man.
Tragically, at this point the disc had completely herniated and he had progressed to a C6 quadriplegic.
I got to know him and the family, including his young wife that rushed to his side quite well.
I don't believe I've ever heard of a longer or more complicated medical evacuation chain. A sub to helicopter transfer which as one can imagine is not an easy task, a launch by fixed wing off a carrier to a hospital to await medevac hundreds if not thousands of miles to us at Tripler.
If this had happened pretty much anywhere else he would have been operated on long before the disc completely herniated and essentially severed his spinal cord.
But it didn't happen anywhere else it happened while he was on a submarine under the waters of the Pacific ocean somewhere.
I often wondered when they had left on this cruise, if this disc had begun to herniate just a week? a month earlier?
We heard more pieces of the complicated story later.
The medevac flight from the naval base somewhere in the Pacific to us was evidently delayed TWICE for lack of aircraft.
I cannot even IMAGINE how irate the physicians on that small island clinic must have felt as they watched a young sailor become paralyzed for life while waiting for a damn airplane.
Holy Jesus! Get the President to send Air Force One if you have to, this kid will be PARALYZED FOR LIFE because the Air Force doesn't have a damn C-141? The richest, most powerful nation and air force the world has ever seen can't scrounge up a C-141 to prevent this tragedy?
Did they even know what was at stake here?
Evidently this small hospital/clinic wherever it was did have an operating room and there was an orthopedic surgeon there, but he was untrained in the discectomy and stabilization procedure and I doubt they would have had the equipment needed to perform it anyway.
The patient and his family were never bitter or angry that I saw.
I both tremendously respected him and felt a deep sense of sorrow for what he lost to serve our country. And a little angry that the system appeared to have let him down.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Red Wine and You
So I've always tried to really see through the hype, do the research and not be taken in by the next greatest trend.
Well unless it really is the next greatest trend.
This can be hard in the world of nutrition and nutritional supplements.
I'm a firm believer that if we would all make the right choices supplements would be totally unneeded. But that is in an optimal world. The bottom line is it quite difficult to get all the things you need to maximize your health unless you are very disciplined about it.
The vast majority of us need supplementation with Essential fatty acids because of how our nations food system feeds corn to all livestock, but I've already talked about that.
I do believe most of us would benefit from a complete multivitamin.
But I 'll save that for another day.
The supplement that I have spent a lot of time researching is basically red wine.
Red Wine has a particular molecule in it that has garnered a lot of press. Its called resveratrol and its been getting a lot of attention over the last several years.
Its been rumored for years to be one of the main reasons for the perceived "French paradox".
This is the observation that in certain regions of France have lower rates of heart disease that is really not easily explained.
Correlational studies seem to hint that the regions with the highest red wine consumption have the lowest rates of heart disease.
It turns out that red wines have antioxidants that are cardioprotective. The science behind it has been well studied and there are at least 4 major ways that this molecule protects the heart. This has generated a good deal of research by some of the most well respected institutions in the country. The science would take hours to get into here, but the main way it helps the heart is it increases the amount of the artery expanding NO2 in the bloodstream. All one needs to do is Google it to see the excitement in the scientific community.
Where does this molecule come from? Well it turns out that resveratrol is a natural anti fungal that helps protect the grape, and the highest amounts of resveratrol are found in grapes exposed to wet and cooler weather that produce higher levels of resveratrol to protect the plant.
There are many more benefits too. It seems that resveratrol and red wine also help prevent colon cancer. The American College of gastroenterology confirmed that wine drinkers have fewer polyps that can lead to colon cancer.
It is an anti-inflammatory and enhances the activity of insulin in the body.
the list of benefits goes on to the point that its easy to become skeptical.
It certainly has antiviral activity, and is FDA approved to be placed in a topical form to help heal cold sores. The National Cancer Institute has many trials ongoing with this agent to test its effectiveness against several cancers. Several well respected scientists tout it as so beneficial that they have dubbed it an "anti-aging compound".
Is some of this hype, well no doubt but one thing is clear, 3-5 glasses of red wine a week is probably beneficial.
And if you are one of the folks who don't like red wine? Of course there are supplements.
But try to eat better naturally. Avoid refined grains and refined carbs. This is not easy. Pop, cookies, cakes, sugar coated cereals, high fructose corn syrup in almost every processed food we eat, it can be daunting.
I choose to take a supplement, it is basically a red wine with no alcohol, but has other antioxidants from pomegranate and apple and other herbs.
Its called Genesis if you are curious you can go to www.symmetrydirect.com/sservices to check it out.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The taller the breadfruit tree, the harder they fall.
During my training at Tripler Army hospital in Hawaii we took care of a lot of civilian patients from surrounding islands like Truk that had little to no health care available.
It could be a challenge because they rarely spoke English. All information usually went through interpreters.
One evening when I was doing my neurosurgery rotation I got a call from the emergency room that a head trauma patient from one of the outer islands was in the ER.
At that time there was no fellows on the service so the junior residents and interns took call and ran the floor under the direction of the staff neurosurgeons.
This system gave a lot of responsibility to the residents, but was a great learning experience. One had to be confident and on the ball to run the service well and once you proved your competence to the staff the residents were given a lot of leeway.
So off I went to the ER as "The Man" for the neurosurgery service.
In the ER I was pointed to a trauma bay where I found an 8 yr old boy native boy who lay on a cot, unconscious.
He was surrounded by his entire family who appeared understandably distraught.
The story unfolded through the animated gestures and speech of his mother and father as told through the interpreter.
Apparently he had been climbing to the top of a breadfruit tree when he lost his grip and fell to the ground from an estimated height of "the top of the tree".
I fought to keep a straight face at such an answer in such a serious situation and pressed them for an estimated fall of 30 feet.
Well the mortality rate from a 30 foot fall is 50 percent. So certainly a serious mechanism of injury.
I cleared the family out of the room and the nurses and I did a head to toe exam and I did my best neurological exam complete with abnormal reflexes, ocular reflexes basically the top shelf ten dollar neuro exam.
What I found wasn't good. He basically had evidence of minimal higher brain function, no evidence of increased brain pressure, abnormal motor reflexes and brain stem level ocular reflexes. The exact findings elude my memory, its been 15 years ago now, but it was a severe closed head injury.
The CT revealed no evidence of bleeding or elevated ICP, and as I presented the case to the staff it was agreed by all that he was not a surgical candidate and he was admitted to he SICU.
The task of speaking to the family was mine. I explained my immediate prognosis to the interpreter, and stood solemnly as she deliver my words to the family.
A severe head injury from which he may never recover, bad enough that he may never wake up. With a hopeful comment or two on miracles that kids recover from these types of injuries eventually but it remained grim.
They were besides themselves with grief.
I was called away to the floor as I finished the orders for the boys admission to the ICU
A busy evening of admissions, traumas and ward medicine followed. Morning came quickly.
I was late to rounds because of an ER trauma and when I joined the staff and other residents that had not been on call they were just getting to the boys room.
The staff that I had presented the case to last night was now outlining the case to the rest of the doctors on the service.
But something was amiss. As I approached the team went quiet and some of the team was suppressing a tell tail snicker.
"Doctor I think there is something you should see" the staff neurosurgeon said to me pointing inside the room.
Inside sat the boy smiling, eating breakfast. (breadfruit no doubt)
My mouth was agape. As I walked into the room the family rushed up to me and gave me hugs and pats on the shoulder.
"They want to thank you for fixing there son so quickly!!" the interpreter said excitedly.
I had obviously over diagnosed this head trauma.
The Neurosurg team broke into laughter at the spectacle of the entire scene and me being hailed as the hero of the day on Truk Island.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
A hard day at the hospital
Of course my initial reaction is much like most, and tends toward amusement and sarcastic remarks.
But beneath the longstanding Viagra jokes there is a real medical advance.
When I was in my medical training there was no practical medicines for erectile dysfunction, and of course it really wasn't much of a topic for discussion for that reason and of course no one wanted to admit to that kind of medical problem.
And accordingly, priapism was a medical rarity. What is priapism? Well it's an erection that wont go away. That is bad because the pooling blood can damage the vasculature and make future erections more difficult to impossible. For the urologist it's a surgical emergency. The blood must be drained, and let me tell you its not an eloquent procedure. A trocar ( thats a fancy medical word for a really sharp, pointy tube with a handle) is driven down through the head of the penis to drain the blood. I know this because I witnessed the procedure not once but twice during my urology rotation my third year of med school.
It was 1990 and I had just arrived at Bethesda Naval Hospital to do my morning rounds on the urology service. I was a brand new third year medical student. I soon ran across the chief resident who appeared somewhat excited.
"I have a medical procedure for you guys that you will never see again, even if you become urologists!" he almost gloated. "Meet me down in the operating room ASAP."
The patient was a naval retiree, in his late 50 in age. He had presented to the urology clinic the previous day for treatment of his impotence (thats what we called it back then, replaced by the politically correct term ED since).
This consisted of an injection of a smooth muscle relaxer, papaverine, into the base of the penis.
It was believed that he was simply more sensitive to the drug resulting in the priapism.
The procedure made us all wince, as the blood literally nearly hit the ceiling of the operating suite. The chief resident explained that even in these patients priapism is quite rare nad no one on staff at Bethesda naval had seen a case.
Near the end of the procedure the chief resident's pager went off it was the urology front desk and the resident asked me to call since I was observing, not scrubbed into the procedure.
I spoke to the urology secretary, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
There was a second case of priapism in the clinic. Yes he did get an injection yesterday.
A call to the pharmacy lead to a review of paperwork.
An error had been made in the preparation of the injections and it contained 1000 times more drug than normal. Amazing mystery solved.
"I did THREE injections yesterday," the chief said "go to the clinic and pull the records and call the third patient and see if he is ok!"
I hauled up to the clinic to find our third victim.
I found his number and called the patient. "just a routine check sir, to see hoe yesterdays injection worked" i told him after digging his number out of the charts. I wasnt sure if I should reserve more OR time yet or not.
"Oh it worked great!" the patient said " Just one complaint, my wife didn't let me sleep all nite!"
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Fetal Surgery

This image captures the hand of a 21 week old fetus as its gently returned to the womb at the conclusion of fetal surgery.
This amazing surgery literally corrects fetal abnormalities such as spinal bifida while the fetus is in the womb.
The uterus is exposed as in a cesarean section, opened and the surgery is performed through an incision in the uterus which is then closed and the abdomen of the mother is also closed similar to the closing of a c-section.
Amazingly, when the child is born there is no evidence of surgery.
This picture was the subject of misinformation when originally published in newspapers as the fetus appears to be grasping the surgeons hand, however as the surgeon confirmed, that is not possible as mother and hence fetus are both anesthetized.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A new heart

Saturday, November 10, 2007
KILLER BACTERIA COMING!!!!!!
Methicillin resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA, or "mersa" for short) has been around for 50 years. Its becoming a more common cause of stubborn bacterial skin infections and hospital infections.
We all have bacteria that have colonized our skin, nasal passages, colons and other places on our bodies. they serve a valuable purpose in that they help prevent other bacteria that can cause disease from getting a foothold. Of course on occasion these "friendly" bacteria can cause problems also. Skin infections or sinus infections are examples, but in general they are non-disease causing and serve a valuable purpose against outside infection.
Like anything else in nature its a balance.
So the danger from these bacteria, in general, is small. they are opportunistic and in the vast majority of cases, cause disease only in people that are otherwise susceptible to disease.
Nearly 80% of deaths from these germs were in those over the age of 65 years of age.
So even if you are exposed, your chances of getting ill is quite small.
It has certainly become a much more common cause of stubborn skin infections in healthy folks. Ten years ago I had never seen an outpatient infection that I believed to be caused by MRSA, now its a weekly event.
Often blamed on "spider bites" the thought now is that unless you actually saw a spider bite you its probably a MRSA infection.
It's much more of a danger in hospitals and nursing homes because well, that's where the sick people are. It's so much a risk that the many hospitals are testing all incoming patients for carriage of MRSA and treated appropriately with isolation and antibiotics as appropriate.
How did we get here? Well it's a battle between evolution and antibiotics. We use them and the mutant bacteria that survive live on as resistant strains.
As it happens, the strains of this bacteria that are resistant to the antibiotic methicillin are resistant to many other antibiotics too, so they are some tough customers. So its not the methicillin resistance that makes them so tough, its just a marker for the toughness.
So what do you do? Well for one don't panic. Serious illness is quite rare in the healthy. Also wash your hands often.
Maybe most important, is realize that a full 95% of all colds, flu, sinus infections are VIRAL and antibiotics do NOTHING for them. So be understanding when your doc doesn't prescribe antibiotics. The doc isn't saying you are not sick, just that antibiotics wont help, and their use may very well can hurt the situation.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20071030/sc_livescience/thetruthaboutdeadlysuperbugs;_ylt=AomCOeJzCAMcHnwQl_WYxX_VJRIF
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
A death in the office
Especially in the hospital. From severe injuries and overdoses and heart attacks in the emergency room to the more expected loss of seriously ill patients in the intensive care units and hospital wards, death is not an uncommon occurrence in a hospital, varying of course on size, location of the hospital. Its expected that one will encounter death in a hospital setting.
I did a trauma medicine rotation at Ben Taub hospital in inner city Houston , Texas where we had at least one gunshot or other violent death per shift. Of course at a smaller hospital you might have one death a week.
However, when you have an office based practice you just don't expect to see much of death in your workplace, however it can happen.
I was the county coroner in my rural county of 15,000 folks for 7 years, so I was no stranger to deaths elsewhere in the county. Motor vehicle accidents, farm accidents deaths at home all happened at least several times a month. So even after training I was no stranger to death. But I only had one death in my office. It was my first year in practice here ,about 1o years ago.
Mr. James (not his real name of course) was a police officer in our small town. A real salt of the earth, rural raised kind of fellow, he was the type of man who never went to a doctor. I had never seen him as a patient but knew his extended family, including his children well.
It was during a very busy cold and flu over run kind of day that his wife called and spoke to our nurse and explained that he was having chest pains.
I did not take the call as I was seeing patients but it was relayed to my senior partner and the patient was told in no uncertain terms that he should seek immediate care at the ER of his choice.
A less desirable option was given when his wife explained " Oh he will never go to the hospital", was to be seen at our office immediately, as in right now, get in the car come here kind of right now. His wife said she would talk to him and try to get him to come.
Very frustrating to me in retrospect as I lost my own Father the SAME WAY, as he was having chest pains for 3 days and for reasons known only to him, be it denial, fear or some other hope that it was just indigestion, simply refused to go to the hospital.
So before we left the office late that night we tried to call his home, got no answer and hoped that he had decided to go to the ER.
All these interactions were dutifully recorded in his chart.
Of course the daily grind of a busy little rural office went on with or without this patient as it tends to do. A call the next day by my nurses revealed that he had gotten better and decided not to do anything at all. An option for which they were admonished.
Now two things locked in my meeting with fate.
One was the fact that the senior partner was now taking Thursdays off, more to allow me a chance to fully integrate into the medical practice by being the only man around for a day than to give him a well deserved step back from his 30 year medical endeavors.
The other circumstance was that I had INSISTED upon a cardiac monitor with built in defibrillator when I came to the practice. I just felt it was tempting fate not to have such a tool in this rural isolated setting. And the entire staff had dutifully trained on the use of this awesome little intensive care unit in one little portable package.
Early that afternoon we got the call that Officer James chest pain had not only returned but had worsened and that he was on his way to the office. So we set up our little trauma room with our monitor and ACLS drugs (those are all the meds used to try and treat a heart in distress like you see being used during a code in all the movies) and I told the nurses to hook him up to a monitor and get a 12 lead immediately on his arrival.
This was done efficiently and quickly and within minutes after his arrival i was handed an EKG with his name on it.
One quick glance at it revealed that he was in the throes of a full blown heart attack with "tomb stone" T waves in the inferior leads.
"Youch!" I said not even realizing or caring that I said that out loud. "he's having a full blown MI right here in front of us." Call the E squad start an IV line, put him on 4 liters of oxygen by mask!" We had a pathetic little bottle of oxygen that held probably 30 minutes of oxygen.
I strode into the room to see a man looking older than his years, he was pale, sweaty and he looked scared. The kind of fear a man gets when he knows that something very bad is happening.
I told him that his heart was not getting enough oxygen and that he needed to get to the emergency room, well like 2 days ago.
I asked him about where, when, how bad...he answered my questions briefly and in measured short breaths.
Our eyes met, and he said simply " do what you need to do doc.." he said in a grimace as he dealt with what was obviously classic crushing chest pain.
Those were his last words.
I turned to tell the nurse to give him 2 mgs of morphine. On paper we did not have any controlled substances in the office, but we actually always had on vial of morphine on hand. My ever resourceful senior partner had literally years ago found himself "one vial ahead" as he explained it, so when we used this one we wrote a script for whomever we used it for and replaced the always present single vial of morphine. A little trick that would never work in any other medical facility except our little backwater clinic.
I had no sooner said those words when out of the corner of my eyes I saw the patient go limp, I glanced at the monitor and instantly recognized classic V-fib. Not a good rhythm. Not compatible with cardiac blood flow or well ... life.
One of the RN's in my office looked at me with fear and pain in her eyes and said (literally, I am not making this up.) "He's my uncle , Doctor, don't let him die!"
I didn't find out until later, but this intelligent, beautiful ,and talented young lady had a cross of her own that she had born, rightfully or not, for years.
She had been driving her cousin to the mall years before, not long after she had gotten her driver's license and a tragic accident had occurred in which the cousin had lost her life. A cousin who was the daughter of the man now before us. Only in a small town, I remember thinking later.
I can only imagine how his heart must have broken when he heard that news, but right now this man's heart had had enough of this low oxygen game, and was in the middle of giving up.
We all launched into our positions, observed collapse so one precordial thump, Shock, check rhythm, shock, check rhythm, shock, epinephrine, shock, lidocaine ...monitor?? asystole... well this went on it seemed for hours but it was only 22 minutes. Check monitor between compressions and med administrations nothing..nothing...nothing. Time to call this code....Time? That's the time of death.
The nearest hospital is 22 miles away, and I supposed that even if the E-squad had gotten a crew together his chances were better with me than with an untrained ambulance crew. Which is all our county had. It had been probably 45 minutes since we had put out the tones but in this small town daytime crews were hard to come by. People had to work.
I told the family that had assembled in my waiting room that he was gone. Yes a heart attack. Yes, he should have gone to the hospital days ago. I know, I know he just wouldn't go. What could you do? Put a gun to his head? Yes we tried everything this little clinic had to offer. He needed clot busting drugs 2 days ago.
The overwhelming stress of the situation hung heavily on my office staff. They had performed well , especially given the circumstances, and I told them so and gave them hugs all around.
I never told anyone, but I cried that night. For my lost patient yes, but also for myself, as I had lost my dad the same way nearly 15 years before. The irony and similarities were just too much to bear. I had always sworn that I would never lose one that way...
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tainted love..America and beef

Sunday, October 28, 2007
Under rated dietary supplement, amazing Vitamin D
I liked this cartoon, Out of AMA News, I think many of us tend to look for the magic pill instead of common sense nutrition and fitness. Maybe that's why the supplement industry is so huge, as they tend to promise the easy fix. In that sense the supplement and homeopathic industry is NO BETTER than the pharmaceutical industry. The lies and deception of the supplement industry easily rival those of the drug companies, but that's another story. As a physician I try to sell the hard work common sense health fixes, but I meet a lot of resistance!!Saturday, October 27, 2007
Cancer...What is it?
Cancer is a loss of control of the growth cycle of a cell at the genetic level. Its a mutation in DNA. It a cell that has lost the ability to grow and mature and reproduce at a normal rate and does so at an uncontrolled rate. It's a loss of normal cell cycle control.
Every type of cancer is really a totally different disease with the common factor that the original cell type, whether its skin, lung, brain or bone, has lost the normal ability to regulate cell growth.
So when some one states " why can't we find a cure for cancer?" They are really grouping together many different diseases as a given type of cancer in general would have a different cure.
In addition cancer is a genetic disease and medical science really has discovered no way at present to change the DNA of a person back to the way it was before. Similar to other genetic diseases like muscular dystrophy or cystic fibrosis the root of the problem is a mistake in the DNA and fixing that in every cell in the body is a very daunting task.
So how does cancer cause problems for the body? In general you repalce healthy tissue and organs with cancer cells. In general cancer cells do not carry out the normal functions of the cell that they mutated from. Cancer cells can spread to different placed throught out the body and damage other organs. This process of spreading is called metastasis.
Cancer is named and categorized by what cell or tissue it mutated from and not by where it spreads to. If breast cancer spreads to the spine lung and brain its still breast cancer and not bone or brain cancer. This is important because the cells still act like breast cancer cells and not like brain or bone cancer cells.
I often have patients tell me that their family member died of lung and brain cancer. Most likely they had lung cancer that metastasized to the brain and not two separate cancers.
There are some cancers that are near totally curable. Seminoma, a cancer of the testicles that Lance Armstrong suffered from, it is exquisitely sensitive to radiation and almost no one dies from it. Additionally lumps in the testicles are often found early before the cancer spreads. Whereas pancreatic cancer is difficult to diagnose because of its location deep in the pancreas inside the abdomen often leads to a diagnose when the cancer is at an advanced stage and because its growth really is not affected by radiation and chemotherapy.
Something to think about, if you want to read more about cancer and how it spreads and how its named and treated visit http://www.cancer.gov/ and look around on their site.
Friday, October 26, 2007
78 Silver Anniversary Corvette

Thursday, October 25, 2007
More amazing science as art

Wednesday, October 24, 2007
WE are the most common cause of poor health
We all gripe and complain about the high cost of medical care, medicines, hospital stays take swipes at the very quality of medical care in the United States, but I maintain that a large part of the poor quality of medical care in the United States in the highly processed, fat laden, carb laden culture that we all participate in here in our country.
We all hear about obesity, cholesterol, blood pressure, lack of exercise, and nutrition but we (and that includes me too) don't do enough to take control of our personal health. A large proportion of the patients that I talk with have no clue how to eat well. And I understand because as a single parent I often struggle to put together meals that have some form of nutrition.
I tell people, especially diabetics, that you cannot eat fast food at all. You cannot eat processed foods at all. White bread, white pasta, soda, TV dinners , microwave foods and yes even the very beef that we all love so much. Even small changes like whole grain breads and pastas makes a difference.
The less processed the better it will be for you. So get used to serving whole grain bread products and eating bread in moderation. Use whole wheat pastas. Change how you think about food. My daughter and I had turkey tacos last night.
Do away with soda as a drink in your home. It has no purpose in the human diet, Milk, real juices (in moderation) or water. Sports drinks are a myth propagated by the cola companies that have no purpose except in elite athletes in certain situations.
And then there is beef. Americans have been sold a huge line of crap when it comes to beef.
Interestingly enough beef didn't used to be all that bad for us. Then around 50 years ago the beef industry started feeding cattle corn.
Cattle are not meant to be fed corn, they are meant to eat grass. When you feed cattle corn you set off a series of actions that destroy the nutritional value of beef and destroy the environment.
First the nutritional aspect, and this is a very important point. When you feed cattle corn you change the natural omega 3 to omega 6 ratio in the beef from 20-1 to pretty much 1 to one. What does that mean? You make the meat that was full of good fats that the body needs and can't live without (omega -3 fatty acids) and tip it over to the bad fats that clog arteries, and set up a pro inflammatory environment in the body that promotes hardening of the arteries, cancer, diabetes and in general shortens the lifespan of humans.
If you haven't heard about omega 3 fatty acids you will. I could write a book on how they are good for you but suffice it to say here and now we need to increase the foods in our diets that have high omega 3 fatty acid ratios like our grandparents down on the farm. They are the good fats and are plentiful in fish and grass fed animals. That is why fish oil is proven to be so damn good for us.
Of course we used to get plenty of it in our diets. but not since corn became king.
You now see labels on food that address how much omega 3 fats are in the product, its becoming the "new cholesterol".
My patients tell me all the time that their grandparents ate beef, bacon and other red meats. OF COURSE THEY DID BUT THEY WERE FED GRASS NOT CORN!! Grass fed beef is probably better for you than corn fed chicken!
We grow more corn in the US than any country in the world. Corn is KING. Its cheap as heck to grow because farmers have switched huge tracts of land to corn and dump fertilizers on it and then get a subsidy to grow it from the US government. Technology has driven the ability to produce corn so efficiently that the price has fallen because of all the corn on the market. We then prop up the price of this corn with those government subsidies making farmers reliant on the government for survival.
We then stuff it down our cows, chickens and pigs throats, fattening them up quickly and lowering the price of production of all food, but with the long term price of destroying the health in the of all those that eat it. It's so cheap now we put it in our bread, in our juice drinks, in our sodas as High Fructose Corn Syrup.
It makes the cows so sick that we have to pump them full of antibiotics and hormones just so they will live long enough to make it to the slaughter house. Corn fed beef is a carrier of the deadly E. coli bacterium whereas grass fed beef rarely carries the deadly bacteria because they are so much healthier.
And if you think about what the growing of corn has done the the environment, we basically have taken the feeding of the cows natural food, grass, which takes sunlight and converts it to protein by nourishing a cow, and replaced that with cows fed by corn grown with petroleum based fertilizers. So instead feeding our cows sunlight we essentially now feed our cows petroleum!
Grass fed beef is more expensive, but we can pay now or we can pay it in our food budget or we can pay it in our health insurance premiums like we do now. And if the demand goes up the price will eventually come down. The same goes for corn fed chickens and the eggs they lay and all other livestock.
An excellent and very well balanced explanation of what cheap corn has done to human nutrition is well researched and documented in an unbiased way in a book called THE Omnivore's DILEMMA by Micheal Pollan. Its not an anti-meat, left wing environment tree hugging book as some might say. It's truly a fair and balanced look at how we produce food in the US and why its so damn unhealthy. It also takes a fair and balanced look at how we produce beef and other livestock in the US. But this look is all wrapped up in the fair question of "What should we eat?"
I suggest anyone who has any interest in what they put in their bodies read this book. You can get it at your local library. Here is a description of this fascinating book http://www.michaelpollan.com/omnivore.php.
I obviously cant cover this topic all right here, but i can get people thinking about eating better, and eating grass fed instead of corn fed livestock. Educate yourself on what it means.
The beauty of the human body

Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Why I went to medical school
It 's not an easy question because it brings up a lot of emotions that I really haven't dealt with in a long time. It's almost as if so much has happened that it is hard to tap into all the emotions that drove me to 9 years of schooling. Its such a long process and there are so many different hurdles that sometimes I forget how lucky I was to really get through it all.
I could just give a rehearsed one line answer that while somewhat informative, doesn't really invite a lot more questions.
"My father died of a heart attack, basically right in front of us at home.. and it motivated me to go to med school" I often say straight faced.
"Oh.." is the answer I most often get. "how about those Buckeyes? think they will beat Michigan this year?"
I was 16 almost 17, it was a hot summer morning near the end of my junior year in high school. Late may of 1982. I was in the shower and I heard an ungodly "BANG!" It just wasn't normal. My brother was off in the army, my sister was in her freshman year at Ohio State. So the house should have been quiet. My parents were asleep after working afternoons at their factory jobs. As if to confirm my fears I heard my mom yell "Jeff !"
I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I remember looking into my parents bedroom and seeing my father lying on the floor.
Really the next thing I remember is my father in a robe, and my mother driving like a bat out of hell to the hospital. We lived in a rural area and had no ambulance service that I can recall, and I 'm sure response times were very slow.
He lived to the hospital, and it was actually relayed to us that although he had sustained a heart attack that he would be fine. I actually went to to school for a while that day. When I went back to the hospital later that afternoon mom told me my brother Kevin was being sent home emergently on leave, and that I was to go to the bus station in downtown Youngstown to go get him. I was actually quite excited, I hadn't seen my brother for months, and to drive to go get him was kind of a big deal.
When we got back to the hospital it was after dark. We were greeted with an ominous site. The headlights of the car played across the emergency room entrance and as they did, my brother and I made out a familiar figure in the dark... my mother.
We both knew instantly even at some 50 feet away from her that our father was dead. My brother rushed to her as I parked the car a few feet away. I heard her say "He's gone" through her tears.
I truly don't remember much after that for the next 2-3 days.
I do remember going to the morgue to see my father one last time. My father was quite adamant that he did not want a funeral of any sort. He would be privately cremated and his ashes spread in his garden. the walk to the morgue seemed to take hours instead of minutes. My mother, my dads brother, Kevin and I taking what seemed an amazingly round about way to the basement, accompanied by a policeman that by the look at his face would have preferred dental work without the benefit of lidocaine. Can't blame him there.
Suddenly my father appears on a gurney with a sheet covering all but his head, I try to run to him but something is holding me back, literally. Its the policeman. The scene was just too much for my mother, uncle and brother and as I turned around they were gone. The policeman decided that I should go to. I always hated him for that.
The next thing I remember is I 'm waking up in the family van and its morning. We had driven to Columbus to get my sister, who through a strange decision on my families part, is not told that my father has passed away. It is decided that she should hear it from us.
She lived in the tower dorms that year, Lincoln tower I believe, a place I had visited several times her freshman year at OSU because I was trying to be cool and hang out with college chicks (that never worked unless you count my sister, by the way). This is a huge 20 story dorm with hundreds of college students living there. It was quite early in the morning, finals week at OSU.
I'll never forget as my sister came off the elevator and ran to hug us, her smiling face. In her reality her dad wasn't dead, she was still happy, hopeful.
Until she saw the look on our faces.
So... I was going to be the best doctor in the world, a cardiologist that never lost a patient to a heart attack. That never had to tell a family that their father was ... gone.
I wasn't that good a student. Luckily I was half intelligent. I had no clue what the journey that lay ahead of me would bring or what it was all about. I'm not sure I even comprehended the concept of 8 years of education in which I was about to partake.
But it kept me motivated throughout undergrad to work hard, and strive for the goal of admission to med school and even on through med school.
I wish I could tap into some of that naivete, the raw desire and unlimited motivation now.
Friday, October 19, 2007
WOW the Doc finally blogs!!
I have read a good bit about North Korea in the news lately.
I spent 13 months in Korea near the DMZ, '93-94. I was there when Kim Il Sung died and his crazy son took the reins. We were on alert seemingly non-stop after that because no one was sure he wouldn't just up and attack the South when he took over. He was deemed that unstable. Interestingand somewhat unnerving times because we were really considered a mere speed bump on the road to Seoul.
All military Officers in our division were required to read a history of the Korean war and I read several. It was heartbreaking to study the suffering of our troops that were urgently deployed from Hawaii and Japan in August of 1950. They were ill equipped and ill-trained for deployment and had basically been hanging out in Japan and Hawaii partying when the balloon went up.
If you want to read a tale of woe and sacrifice read about Task Force Smith that left from Hawaii as the rapid reaction force to Kim Il Sung's invasion.
I was walking around on base in Hawaii after my Korean tour one early morning and acidentally came upon a small plaque honoring Task Force Smith and was deeply moved, since I had also stood in Korea where they had landed and was acutely aware of the hardships they endured. The rolling hills of Southeast Ohio look amazingly similar to those of the Korean countryside that I often swept over while hanging out the door of a UH-60. (pilots hate when the Doc does things like that). They bring back may memories of the year in Korea and often trigger a memory of the stories in the history books of the war that raged in Korea nearly 50 years before I stepped foot there.
One interesting story I often tell of those unnerving days right after Kim Il Sung's death was that immediately after Kim Jung Il took the reins from his dad, I was in a Brigade level staff meeting and the brigade S-4 (Intel officer) briefed us on a curious finding. All military personnel in North Korea had been ordered to shave their heads. All 1.7 million or so. Interesting, but why are you telling me this we asked? Well either they are preparing for attack and the shaved heads fit much better under a gas mask, or there has been an outbreak of lice with no money in the austere budget to pay for the treatments.
I found myself in the curious position of hoping that an entire army had lice .
Well he didn't attack, as most of you are well aware but he sure did shake up the world scene. From the acquisition of nuclear weapons to the near starvation of his people, and tales of his outrageous appetite for western excesses to cross border attacks into South Korea (nothing new there really).
Here it is over a decade later and it appears that relations with South Korea and the West are truly warming. The reactors have been shut down and there are scheduled summits with the south. Now if we could get the 50 tons of fissionable uranium into safe hands.
It sure would be nice to get our forces off that peninsula and into the rotation elsewhere. There is an entire division of the US Army up near the DMZ (bout 17 000) and total US forces on the peninsula of 35,000.
I was told that every base and every building on every American military base is obligated to be simply handed over to the Koreans when we eventually leave. Billions of dollars of barracks, offices, runways, hospitals... I bet there are Korean developers just drooling over the chance to get thier hands on that real estate at a bargain price.
I think the South Koreans can take care of themselves now. We have met our commitment to protect the free Korean people and then some don't you think?
As for my sacrifice for the cause, my only daughter was born when I was stationed there, and while I was granted leave for the birth, I shipped back 3 days later and didn't see her again until she was 6 months old.
Interesting stuff , maybe next time I'll stick to medicine topics?