Sunday, September 13, 2009

in the name of science



I had a patient come in a few weeks ago with an unusual problem. Overall, he was a generally healthy young man. He was, however, bothered by one problem. In his words...

"I fart a lot."

Of course, with all of the new HIPAA rules about confidentiality I have to be very careful about what I write. I’m not supposed to give you enough specific information so that you can figure out who I’m talking about.... but a GUY who FARTS? I think I'm pretty safe about keeping his identity anonymous. (I can hear it in homes across America, "Honey, did you go to the doctor recently?")

According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, the definition of a "fart" is, "an expulsion of intestinal gas." They didn’t mention it, but I seem to recall something during my superb medical training that it smells bad. Or so I hear. They forgot to add that about the smell and, of course, that's what was causing his consternation. He had tried Beano, Tums, changing his diet to avoid beans, adding more fiber, avoiding fiber, and everything else his brain could churn out... unfortunately, to no avail. So, he came to see me.

Although there are those who would disagree, I actually know very little about flatus, as it's called by medical folks. (Or at least medical people when they're at work)

I didn't have a clue about how to treat farting, er, I mean flatulence. In fact, a part of me wondered why you would want to treat it. In the part of the South where I was raised, farting is still considered a competitive sport. There are people I grew up with who could actually play a Brandenburg Concerto with their rectum. That is, if they would've known what a Brandenburg Concerto is. Or, if they knew what a rectum is. Or a hole in the ground, for that matter. Regardless, with these guys you could certainly recognize the Dukes of Hazzard theme song after certain types of burritos or chilis.

Anyway, when I'm not sure about something, my go-to source for medical diagnoses and treatment is called Up-to-Date. In each field of medicine the brightest and best sift through the most recent medical journals and determine the most recent recommendations. If you find an adenomatous polyp on a colonoscopy when should your next screening be? Got a problem with antiphospholipid antibody syndrome? How frequently should you phlebotomize someone with hemachromotosis? Up-to-Date has the answers for what ails you.

The main thing I like about it is that it keeps guys like me from having to do much reading, or even much thinking. I like that in a database. If only there were more pictures.

From Up-to-Date I learned, among other things, that the volume of gas passed per rectum varies from about 500 to 1500 mL per day, and that the frequency of flatus released varies between 10 and 20 times per day in healthy subjects.

So, after the stimulating, highly intellectual course of reading about my patient’s problem, several questions come to mind:

What kind of a doctor would even think of doing an experiment like this?

What would an expert in this field of medicine be called? Flatulology? Flatusology?

Do they come up with cool new instruments for their field of study? Like, a Flatusometer?

My second series of questions began with: How do you pitch it to your colleagues?

"Hey guys, I've got this great idea for a research project.... It'll be a gas. Really. It will. Really. No, I'm serious... a gas. Why are you all laughing?"

"Yeah, it's true Mom and Dad... Your son is a published author." "Well, of course you can read the article, but, uhhhh, it's kind of technical and boring. You know how those articles are... mostly just a lot of hot air."

However, my other, larger, question is this: How do you find people who will agree to participate in a study to determine how much and how many times a person passes gas in one day?

"But sir, it's really a very tiny hose."

"Yes, that IS your signature... yes, right there next to the beer stain."

"No, sir, you won't need the kazoo."

So, after doing some research into this health issue (of course, it’s only a true health issue if it’s not your gas), I learned that the most common cause of flatus is aerophagia, or swallowing air. My patient and I talked about chewing slowly and taking small bites, and we talked about what kinds of foods to eat, and what kind to avoid. ("Honey?... you DIDN'T go to the doctor's office? Do you know what aerophagia is? I see.... well, you're about to learn.")

Yes, this is what I get paid to do.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

a highly-developed sense of taste and smell

From Mark and Heather's World



I used to think I was the unlucky one, not having the sophisticated palate or finely-honed sense of smell that my wife has. When she eats something she can discern subtle tastes. Sometimes I don't even know what she's referring to. "Cardamom? Isn't that the kind of sweater Mr. Rogers used to wear?" She can taste something and tell you several of the ingredients... "That thyme really pops. And the basil rounds it out nicely, especially with just a hint of saffron. Don't you agree?" "Huh? Ohhhh, yeah.... absolutely. I can really taste it." All the while I'm thinking, "Tastes like chicken."

"Do you SMELL that?!?!?!," she'll say. I inconspicuously sniff my armpits to see if she's talking about me. "Oh my gosh!" I respond. "How could I not??" Then I glance around to see if perhaps a garbage truck lost control and crashed into a sewage pipe. When I don't see anything, I remain silent, waiting.... "That perfume was AWFUL." "I comPLETELY agree. How can she put on that crap?.... Oh, right. I meant him, not her. Did I say her?"

Yeah, I was pretty jealous. She's so LUCKY. However....

I've changed my mind.

You see, there are a lot of BAD smells out there. In fact, I think there are probably more bad smells than good - and I'm not even counting the ones I produce (some of which I'm very proud). If you think about how many smells there are in the world, it seems as if a person with a strong sense of smell would be incapacitated a lot of the time. Why, if it were me I wouldn't be able to take out the trash, bathe my dog, check to see if the milk is spoiled, or sleep in the same bed as me. Come to think of it, the old tried-and-true method of checking to see if a pair of underwear is dirty wouldn't work, either. Or maybe that's just a guy thing.

It must be very difficult to go through life being able to smell slight nuances in rotting fruit, for example. "No bad smells" was actually a strong factor in her consideration of professions.

Yeah, it must be nice to be able to truly smell and taste things, and thus be able to really appreciate the flavors, but I guess I'm pretty happy being semi-anosmic.

Monday, December 29, 2008

gingerbread crackhouse

It's Christmastime, and you know what THAT means? Right! It's time to make the Gingerbread Crackhouse!!

It started a few years ago when my nieces came to visit us one Christmas. You remember them? The juvenile delinquents who used magnetic poetry to create truly... ummm.... "gritty" pieces of Frigidair Free Association? This Amana Art included such pieces of refrigerator rhyming as "The sordid drooling man with the enormous sausage," and "screaming with madness smear waxy purple blood on my raw ass." Yes, THOSE nieces.

So it shouldn't come as a surprise to you that the Gingerbread Crackhouse has been hugely anticipated by all three of them. (okay, and by us, too) In the weeks before we arrived in Texas, the ideas and plans had been blossoming. It was as if each of the Twelve Days of Christmas brought another idea about gingerbread man dismemberment, which food coloring might work best to give an appearance of blood, or the best way to create track marks on a cookie.

The ultimate results are quite impressive. Perhaps they'll let my nieces out of custody in time for next Christmas!

Note the dead body dumped in the dumpster.
From Mark and Heather's World


The actual crackhouse, complete with someone climbing onto the roof, prostitute outside the front door, and misspelling of the warning: "Tresspasors wills bee shoot."
From Mark and Heather's World


Pimp, with stylish cane (candy cane, that is)
From Mark and Heather's World


Things get a little out of hand....
From Mark and Heather's World



Prostitute with a black eye. The item in her left hand appears to be a small screwdriver, but in reality it's her heroin needle.
From Mark and Heather's World



Pimp Mobile
From Mark and Heather's World

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Book Club: The Exception



This month we read The Exception by Christian Jungersen, a Danish author. It's a psychological/political thriller about four women who work the the Danish Center for Information on Genocide. Two of the women receive death threats by email, and they begin to suspect their co-workers. It's an interesting study of human capacity for both good and evil, with some interesting comparisons of office politics to full-scale genocides. I found it to be a compelling book, but not necessarily great literature. It made for a good discussion.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Mark on a Bike, AKA Heather's World

As you probably already know, Mark left yesterday for his bicycle trip from San Diego to Jacksonville. He's blogging about that trip at markonabike08.blogspot.com.

So, for a while, it's Heather's World, which is probably not going to be very newsworthy. I'm just busy getting settled in to my new job as a faculty physician at the University of Iowa and the Iowa City VA.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Simone's Plain and Simple

We've found a lot of great places to eat in Iowa City. However, Simone's Plain and Simple is quite different from the rest. To get there, you need to drive deep into Iowa farm country, which is not very far from where we live.

Simone Delaty is a French woman who has been living in the United States for many years. She is a retired professor who now spends much of her time during the warmer months cooking for others at her home, a ten-acre farm with spectacular views of the Iowa countryside. About once a month, she hosts a Table d'Hôte, where people can come and enjoy a delicious, family-style meal. Her table has been the subject of several magazine, TV, and radio articles, and is featured on the cover of the book A Cooks Journey: Slow Food in the Heartland by Kurt Friese.

Simone's home is comfortable and unassuming. It seems very French. We had a great time socializing and eating with several other groups of people. The menu of our evening is below. I'm sure this won't be our last visit to Simone's.

Effluves d’Automne’

Canapés et autres Amuse-gueules - Assorted Hors d’oeuvres.

‘Consommé aux tomates et à l’oseille’ - an exquisite icy cold Tomato and Sorrel Soup.

‘Coq au vin’’ - Galen’s Free Range Chicken baked in a wine sauce. Served with Grilled Potatoes and Braised Lettuce.


‘Salade de fenouil’ – Shaved Fennel Apple Salad with Fennel Purée and Mustard Seed Vinaigrette.


‘Plateau de fromages’ – an assortment of Cheeses.

‘Crème brûlée aux feuilles de pêcher’ – Peach Leaf Crème brûlée.
From Simone's

Sunday, September 7, 2008

street sign

We saw a funny street name today. I wonder if Superman lives in the neighborhood?