Saturday, October 30, 2010

Humans Can Be Really Weird

After a week of relearning the developmental and abnormal psychology I learned in high school and college, I am once again reminded that brains are amazing.  I studied neuroscience in undergrad, so I knew that already, but actually getting to see interviews with real patients made me understand it in a new way.  I've known people with anxiety disorders and depression and bipolar disorder and eating disorders, but I'd never really spent much time talking about what it was like for them.  You can't say to a friend over dinner, "Say, you have problems with mental illness.  How exactly does your brain work?"  Well, you can.  But you shouldn't.

I'd never known anyone with true OCD, though.  Not OCD in the way that most people mean when they say they're obsessive-compulsive.  I always double-check that my keys are in my purse, even though I know I just put them in there.  And I like colored pencils to be in rainbow order.  Someone who genuinely struggles with OCD will tell you that's nothing.

Schizophrenia is also very interesting to see.  Watching a movie or a TV show with a mentally ill character is not the same as being in the same room as someone who really believes their delusions are true.  And you can't convince them otherwise.  How could you?  Someone would have a hard time convincing me that I'm actually dairy maid who only thinks she's in med school, because I know I'm in med school.  I'm certain of it.  People can be just as certain of their delusions.

Brains can distort reality and create fantasies in a gazillion different ways, and yet patterns still emerge.  The amazing Oliver Sacks has earned a ton of money and a huge fan following because of it.  I've always enjoyed Sacks, because his vignettes tell the stories of complete people, not just a mental condition.  You're not paying a penny to see the lunatics in Bedlam, you're learning about the life of someone whose brain doesn't always work the way yours does.  A similar work is Phantoms in the Brain, which doesn't focus exclusively on what we might consider mental illness, but rather the way the brain can err or be tricked, both in normal people and in people who have a particular condition.  I wish I had time to read more books like this, but I don't really have the time to read much of anything besides course materials anymore.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Finally Awake Again

Anatomy is done!  I passed.  It's amazing.

After the final on Friday, I essentially just collapsed.  Then went out and got drunk.  Then collapsed again.

The worst thing about anatomy exams: the practicals.  Every cadaver in the dissection room has something tagged with a piece of red string and a question asking what it is or what it does.  Everyone starts at one station, gets one minute to answer, and rotates to the next.  Practicals themselves are not awful.  Studying for them is annoying because you have to spend hours looking at cadavers.  The awful thing is that after spending 3 hours taking a written exam in the morning, you have to come back and spend another hour taking the practical in the afternoon.  It's like the professors think we actually slept the night before and can handle two exams in one day.

But it's over now.  I should stop complaining.  Next we spend a week on behavior and then start the next real class: biochemistry.  (Please, Academic Gods, please let med school biochem be the same as undergrad biochem.)

Monday, October 18, 2010

I Feel Bad for the Students in the Pharmacy School

I've been in med school for two and a half months.  My once nearly calligraphic handwriting has deteriorated to a series of squiggles that somewhat approximate letters.  I now fully understand why I have never been able to read a prescription with any real confidence.