Wednesday, November 29, 2006
It's All in Your Head
Neurologic disorders are always really fun to learn about. Raise your hand if you've ever thought you had a brain tumor. See? And some of the symptoms are things that happen to you all the time. Are you ever fatigued? Have a headache? What's that ringing in your ears (is it *really* someone talking about you or could it be...)? A little more forgetful than usual? In pathophysiology we had our first neurologic disorders lecture and the loveliest thing about it for me, personally, is that I was suffering from one of the worst migraines I've had in months. It was one of those migraines wherein everything looked like it was backlit by a soft glow and I just wanted to throw up even if that would only offer a moment of relief from the nausea. So the lecture was on head trauma and disorders of extra cerebral spinal fluid (that's CSF for those of you taking notes). There are two types of head trauma in the world: closed and open (and if you have to choose one, pick closed. I don't want to go into infection and skull fragments here). It sure felt like I had something jabbing into my brain and I was wondering if I had one large swirly-gigging pupil and one normal one and almost turned to the person next to me and said, "Can you make sure I don't lose consciousness?" Apparently, with a head injuy you want to keep the person awake so that you can monitor their level of consciousness. You can ask, "What's your name?" and check them for crazy pupils. My sister often draws people with one big swirly/googly eye and one regular eye. And that's the way it is with head trauma, so I have learned. It would have been a good day for a lecture on endocrine disorders, but, with The Migraine From Hell, the last thing I wanted to hear about was things going wrong with the head and brain.
We had our last Skills Lab before our test. We got to give each other bed baths. We all wore or brought shorts and our own towels to class. It was one of those class times when you really cross your fingers for a good lab partner (oh, please not the Grumpy Woman who pumps the blood pressure cuff past 200!). And, you know, it was kind of pleasant having someone else brush my teeth and wash my feet. But it's only because I didn't Grumpy Woman as a partner.