Introduction

This blog will follow me through my travels and experiences working at a clinic in Quetzaltenango (Xela), Guatemala. The clinic sees primarily indigenous (Mayan) patients in a rural mountain community. More than half of the patients are children, and the clinic is expanding its population even more to include more adults. Much of my struggles actually come from the rather universal theme of being a new healthcare provider, in my case, a new nurse practitioner. I'll also try to post plenty of travel stories to keep people entertained, and share some more cheerful stories. I apologize if there's an overkill of clinic stories. Sometimes it helps to tell the stories, even if only for my own sake.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Student Within

Being a student is really more of a state of mind than an enrollment status, I think. As a PNP student, much of my life was about the clinical aspect, not just the books. There’s a huge part of me that is always learning, and somehow seeking validation from someone saying that I have done something right. Maybe that is childish, but I feel like it also ensures that I can give safe care. As a new grad, there are a lot of things that I know in theory, but haven’t actually seen in a clinical situation yet.

One of the main challenges for me as a PNP student last year was learning to hear murmurs. I got so excited when I started to hear them on my own, and even more proud when I heard the faint ones. Well today I heard my first diastolic murmur. For those who don’t usually think about types of murmurs, these are murmurs heard on the second heart sound, and often indicate a problem. My first reaction, was fear for this boy’s health, because I actually listened to his heart because I suspected he had a complex problem affecting multiple systems. But then I realized with excitement that this was my first diastolic murmur, and it was faint! My elation disappeared when I spoke with the doctor, and I realized that I didn’t know the word for murmur in Spanish, I just said “something bad, in the diastolic part.” When he said the word for murmur, I looked at him kind of funny, because it was a word I didn’t know. So there went any chances I had of passing as a good healthcare provider in Guatemala, nearly denying a murmur because of a lack of vocabulary… But I was proud when he agreed that there was a faint diastolic murmur. In the end I am not quite sure what is going on with the murmur, but the boy was sent off to experts to evaluate everything.

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