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Leaving Psychiatry. J. R. Ó’Braonáin. M.D.
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Автор произведения J. R. Ó’Braonáin. M.D.
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The same pedagogical journey towards pathway/algorithm arises from the more contemporary method of medical education known as problem based learning. Only in this case the student is confronted from the outset with the clinical problem (e.g. chest pain), perhaps in some cases with no prior learning of the basic medical sciences whatsoever, much less the basic or first order sciences of chemistry, physics and so on. What follows, without either word of an exaggeration, let alone a lie, is for the medical student to first learn what the chest is precisely, what is within it and so on. Often the student is almost expected to teach themselves, with lectures and such renamed as “learning resources” and the very structure of the students learning plan left to the devices of the student themselves. They may even be placed in “problem based learning” groups, with a facilitator at the helm who is explicitly instructed not to instruct, and rather sit there as the blind lead the blind, much like the marriage counsellor who sits, listens and asks each spouse what they think, all the while gagged from telling anyone what they (i.e. the counsellor) thinks or what they (the couple) ought to think, much less what they ought to do, though it may well be blindingly obvious. The hope of such a model of education is to cultivate an internal locus of self-organization, motivation towards so called “lifelong learning” and finally the capacity to think critically and synthetically, much like the clever students alluded to above. The reality is that such a model of education is just another road to pathway and algorithm, albeit from a different starting point. The student starts with clinical problem and the pathways to diagnose and treat it, reaches back into conceptual space to teach themselves the basic medical sciences (albeit never deeply) before returning again to the problem, this time with a greater understanding of what the clinical problem “means”.
Several points arise from the above. The first is that medicine and what it is to be a doctor becomes almost mechanized, even cybernetic in a sense, and notions of intuition, individuality and such become antiquated and silly, if not reproached as dangerous. Such a mechanized state of affairs becomes the case in virtue of the cognitive schemata of lists and pathway alone, without even approaching the influence of so called “evidence based medicine” dogma on the student’s psyche, or even the reliance on standardized diagnostic and treatment approaches not so much for cognitively expedient reasons, yet rather as a group survival mechanism in a litigious world. That is to say, we do things so that the patient will recover. This is granted. But often we do things more so as to avoid getting into trouble by instead locating ourselves in the centre of herd activity. Often these two goals and their outcomes only weakly overlap.
The second is that the medical student deals with the physical body as a kind of engineer of sorts. Despite the drive to abstractions they become in some sense at least grounded in something that has a material basis in reality. The more classically trained medical student will learn that there really is something called a heart. After all, they poured their concentration over it over a lengthy dissection process in some basement of an anatomy department where their olfactory apparatus was partially killed off by formalin, and their fingers became pickled like the cadavers if the gloves weren’t up to the task. Parts of my thumbs remain hardened still. The same student will see under the microscope the cells that comprise it and what a heart looks like when necrotic (i.e. dead). They will learn about processes by which the heart muscle needed and utilized oxygen, and see the arterial and microvascular roads of supply for cellular demand. The same student will take the ECG, and quite rightly so, as the electrical representation of activity of the organ that’s sustains them in its beating from the moment of birth (indeed from only weeks post conception) to the moment of death. After anatomy classes the medical student may never actually see a heart again as a material thing in the world, as opposed to an abstraction in a diagnostic or treatment pathway. All they might encounter is a patient in pain, what the blood investigations shows, what the physical examination finds etc. They will know what this probably “means” and be sure of the horizon of potentiality. No one would be foolish enough to question the existence of a heart attack qua dead or dying heart muscle as something concocted or confected by some vested interest group, a pharmaceutical company or as some “social construct”. They know all too well that if push comes to shove (and it often does), the cardiologist will run a dye up the leg and demonstrate that there is a heart there just as they remember and that this heart is perfused with less than its fair share of blood. Beyond this the pathologist will have the final word in the pronouncement of the physical groundings to disease. In summary, the medical student becomes complacent in the justified confidence that in all that might be called disease, pathology or illness, they are working with the reality of a material, albeit biological, machine.
These symptoms, signs, investigations to be ordered, potential diagnoses and so on (all the many pathways and elements of pathways) amount to a formidable information overload to even the best and brightest of medical students, who are usually the best and brightest at school and college. The task is to survive, remember, regurgitate, and apply correctly. Though all this requires a mind of above average intellect in the sense of short term memory for “cramming” exams and superior information processing capacity, there is nothing remotely approaching authentic critical thinking of the philosophical kind, let alone to recline in the garden of academe pondering the metaphysical questions that might, nay should sometimes, be applied to the vocation of medicine. There is neither the time nor the energy nor the compulsion, much less the inclination. Long gone are the days of the appropriately famous medieval medical school of Salerno, the