Georganne Chapin. My Hero.

I may make some guys uncomfortable with my willingness to be so open about a subject so controversial, but if it’s not us who stand up and make the noise, no one will begin to realize what they’re doing is so ethically wrong. The most recent, and atrociously written “report” by the AAP has left me with such a strong feeling of disgust and shame for my country’s ignorance. Georganne, an attorney very well versed in bioethics and the intactivist movement, responds to the most recent pile of crap from the organization who’s goal is to “protect” newborns. 

Pedi Day 2

Today was my first day in clinic.  I’m at a very nice clinic, started by a pediatrician and now staffed by her, as well as three nurse practitioners (NPs).  It’s a very family type of environment, and everyone seems to get along very well.  The doctor is an African-American female, and two of the nurse practitioners are male, so that gives some pretty cool diversity.  They also see a great variety of patients.  They began as an insurance or cash pay only clinic, but ended up also taking Medicaid because they really felt like it was the right thing to do, despite the potential financial shortfall.  The office manager explained to me that they believed that the children shouldn’t be penalized for the parents’ inability or unwillingness to work and get real insurance; it’s the kids who would suffer in these cases if everyone thought only about the payout.

I worked alongside one of the NPs for the day, and (as with most rotations) spent my first day mainly observing.  This guy was great with kids, and I found myself wondering if I will ever get to the point where I am so comfortable with someone else’s child.  It’s one thing to just march right up and pick up the child of a family member, but I still feel a little weird doing it to a complete stranger.  I guess I’m afraid they’ll haul off and punch me in the face, or the kid will start crying and screaming uncontrollably.  But the parents always seem totally cool with the guy picking up their kid and poking and prodding him or her all over, so I guess this is just another one of those cases where being a healthcare worker trumps normal societal conventions.

With all that said, I love kids, and they tend to gravitate toward me naturally.  It’s funny, because I never know exactly what to do to “entertain” them or whatever, but I never really have to do anything – they just look at me and smile.  I don’t know what it is, but I like that about them.  And I definitely made some friends today!  There were some charmers.  Of course, it’s easier for them to like you when you’re not the one sticking things in their ears and throat.  We’ll see what happens tomorrow when I actually get to start examining them.

One thing that I thought was cool was the variety of patients I got to see.  Whenever I pictured pediatrics in the past, I always pictured newborns and toddlers.  It turns out that kids of all ages go to pediatricians!  I know, I know – it seems like a no-brainer, but the picture in my head was always of screaming babies.  A good number of the kids we saw today were aged 6-10, which was really fun – especially the boys, because they’re at that stage where they want to be cool and tough, so they actually talk to you and aren’t as afraid of getting shots (or at least they act like they’re not; fortunately, I don’t have to be there when the needle actually enters the room). 

I saw a family with two children with autism.  I thought that was interesting and incredibly rare.  Autism itself is uncommon, but to have a mother give birth to two autistic children?  Wow.  It was interesting also, because the older kid was actually at a lower developmental stage than the younger.  He was around nine years old and still could not talk.  He was very well-behaved, however, and mostly just smiled.  He also had some stereotyped movements, like biting his hands and grunting.  It was essentially textbook autism.  His brother was a couple of years younger and was absolutely terrified of everything.  He screamed when the NP listened to his heart and lungs, he screamed and had to be restrained when the NP looked in his ears and mouth, and he even screamed when the NP looked at his feet.  Totally different reactions from two children with the same developmental disorder.  I feel for the parents; they will have their hands full.

Anyway, that’s about it for Day 2.  We’ll see what adventures await me in Day 3.
Events for St. Jude
Events for St. Jude

Hey guys!! Sorry for the non-cosplay post, but I just wanted to take a second to share a fundraiser I am a part of. My college marching band has partnered with St. Jude in order to raise money going towards the support of the patients and family’s under their care. For those of you who don’t know – St. Jude is a childrens hospital and research center working every day to put an end to pediactric cancer. No family that goes to St. Jude will ever recieve a bill for anything – treatment, food, travel etc – so every dollar really counts. If you can, please consider donating to this great cause! If not please consider reblogging. Thank you!!