Wednesday, August 3, 2011

My final post from Romania...

Can I first say, I hate goodbyes. Besides being sad, I’ve never been able to pull off a non-awkward one. I always end up weirdly twisting my hair, starring at my shoes, and compulsively laughing (for a visual, think Kristen Stewart in an interview). If you have ever had to go through one with me or if one looms in the future, I apologize. Sorry, Andra you’re next.

Here I was planning on having several photos detailing the evolution of packing. However, in the process of packing, I put my camera and camera cord in two separate bags and there’s no way I’m digging them out. With the assistance of your imagination we will do without.

Photo One: Lie on bed, watch Weeds, and will bags to pack themselves
Photo Two: Continue to do photo one  
Photo Three: Get enough energy and packing will-power to get out suitcases
Photo Four: On a sugar high from a recently consumed Primola chocolate bar, pack about ¾ of belongings, realize the space is almost gone and go back to photo one
Photo Five: Pile everything into a mountainous heap in the suitcase and step back to observe
Photo Six: Continue observing
Photo Seven: Eat another chocolate bar
Photo Eight: Shove, jostle, push, move, and throw-away items until they finally fit
Photo Nine: Remember three things, without-a-doubt packed at the very bottom, needed before leaving
Photo Ten: Recover items and perform photo eight again
Photo Eleven: Success, sweet sweet success
Photo Twelve: Begin worrying the suitcases weigh more than 50 pounds

Thankfully, I’ve made it to the photo twelve stage. Nothing more to do, the scale tomorrow will seal my fate. Until then I can bask in the glory of successful packing.

I want to thank everyone who has read my blog this summer; whether it was every once in a while or if you were as loyal as my grandpa, thank-you. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. This isn’t good-bye though, just good-bye to Romania. I’m going to try and blog a few times in London; we will see how busy my mom and I are, but check back throughout the week.

La revedere,
Kaitlin

Monday, August 1, 2011

A tough nut to crack...

Healthcare. Between that and the title do I need to say more? I’ve lived in the U.S. my whole life and have participated in the healthcare system as a patient, researcher and now as a medical student, but I don’t pretend to truly understand the elaborate maze. Understanding and adapting to the system will be a lifelong challenge. With the disclaimer that I understand even less about Romanian healthcare, I would like to share what I have learned this summer. I write as someone who sees healthcare through the eyes of a U.S. healthcare participant. Bias will no doubt seep in, eyes creep me out so I couldn’t remove mine. In addition, this is by no means a comprehensive review, it’s simply a review of issues I was able to experience or discuss this summer. Conversations about the positives and negatives of various healthcare systems are important, and to me interesting, so I feel compelled to share what I’ve learned. (If you view or understand the Romanian system differently I would love your comments.) 

To start, Romania has national healthcare. From what I understand every child is covered even if they don’t have proper documentation, like birth certificates (a frequent problem with the Roma population). Employed adults are covered and have a portion of their income taken as a healthcare tax. Unemployed adults are covered by paying a tax each month and I believe if you can’t afford the tax, social services helps. So theoretically everyone in the country has access to healthcare services. In reality, bribing is a large problem, and whether it’s actually necessary or the patient just believes it’s necessary, this deters a large amount of people from accessing healthcare or waiting until they are incredibly sick to access it.   

From what I’ve heard this summer, the largest problem in Romanian healthcare currently is brain drain. Right now, there’s a hiring freeze in the public sector. The freeze is in effect for all public jobs, even jobs where there’s a deficit, like in the case of physicians. In order to hire one doctor, seven hospital workers (they could be doctors, nurses, janitors, anything really, as long as they work in the same building) must retire, quit or be fired. In addition, salaries for doctors are very low, so low many physicians have to resort to takes bribes. The entrance into the EU eliminated the need for work visas and therefore many physicians have moved to practice in other EU countries. For new doctors, the choice of specialty is very limited. Unlike the match system in the U.S., Romanian medical students’ specialty choice all comes down to one test. The score on the test places students on a ranked list. Starting from one and moving down each student selects a specialty. If all spots for the specialty that interests a student are filled before their number, they must select a different specialty. (This system makes the match look infinitely less daunting.) While talking with medical students, I learned that approximately 60% of each class leaves Romania immediately. They told me, “Romania exports Dacias (a brand of car) and doctors”. 

During my time here, I’ve gotten to experience six different hospitals/clinics. I’ve seen typical facilities as well as some of the best facilities the country has to offer. Let’s begin with what’s typical. Due to my interests I’ve spent all my time with pediatrics. Usually there are four to six children in a room and their mothers are with them. Due to building size, there are many small highly specialized hospitals in Cluj, and therefore the patients rooming together have similar illnesses. The one I visited was the recuperation hospital (orthopedics, cardiology, plastic surgery and physical therapy found on separate floors). In Targu Mures, where the facilities were much larger there was a grab bag of patients rooming together. In one room, in Targu Mures, there was a genetics trifecta of DiGeorge Syndrome, Prader-Willi Syndrome, and Cystic Fibrosis along with an accidental poisoning and a child who had been abandoned by his parents (sadly this isn’t an uncommon incident). The mothers and children seemed to be cooping well with the small space and lack of privacy, though it couldn’t be a comfortable situation. In Tagru Mures, I also visited Romania’s most specialized cardio-thorax surgery unit. This unit is set up similar to an intensive care unit at UIHC and is as well equipped. The unit has the space for ten patients and has the instruments and physicians necessary to do pediatric heart transplants. However, due to the hiring freeze and lack of public funding, currently only five patient beds are open and all pediatric heart transplants have stopped. The hospital did about eight transplants a year from 2005-2010, but for now all patients are sent to other countries. It’s really terrible to see these wonderful facilities and physicians going to waste because of governmental budget issues. The private sector in Romania is fairly small. National healthcare covers the expenses equivalent to the service in public hospitals and then the individual covers the rest. For financial reasons, most people don’t use the private sector. In addition, the public hospitals are usually better equipped for more complicated procedures and surgeries. Child birth seems to be the most frequent use of the private sector, allowing mothers to enjoy a bit more comfort and privacy.          

Finally, while in Tagru Mures last week, we had the chance to visit the medical school’s anatomy department. One of the anatomy professors showed my roommate Lindsay and me their impressive collection of formaldehyde preserved body parts. Formaldehyde preserved specimens make distinguishing nerves, arteries, and veins a breeze, but require diligence and a large amount of work to maintain. For that reason, very few were available for study in Iowa’s anatomy lab. While I was very jealous of their specimens, the professor told us he was very jealous of the number of cadavers we have access to. Currently in Romania, there are no deeded body programs (this is how Iowa obtains cadavers) and the idea of donating your body to science is not widely accepted. The professor said something along the lines of, “I don’t understand it, everyone wants their body to go in the ground”. The only bodies the medical school has access to are unclaimed bodies in state hospitals. So instead of six people to a cadaver, with two dissecting at a time like at Iowa, twenty people share a cadaver and if you aren’t naturally talented at dissecting you aren’t allowed to. The professor said he gives everyone a chance, but if someone damages too much tissue, they aren’t allowed to dissect because the class can’t afford to lose structures. Once again, this made me feel incredible thankful and indebted to my cadaver. I look forward to the memorial service for her, and my classmates’ cadavers, at the beginning of this school year.

Again this is by no means a complete assessment of Romanian healthcare. A document like that could go on for hundreds of pages. This is just what I’ve learned in my short time here. I think it’s very interesting to see a different elaborate maze of healthcare. Romania definitely has some unique challenges to work within the next few years, along with problems found in all healthcare systems that hopefully together we can all solve.      

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Transylvania Mania...


I spent the past few days traveling around the region of Transylvania; specifically visiting Tagru Mures, Sighisoara, Brasov, Sinaia and Bran. Before living here, I didn’t know much about the history, terrain, architecture, etc. of Transylvania. When people heard I was going to Romania they frequently made jokes about Dracula or me becoming a vampire. To the best of my knowledge, I’m not yet immortal and I remain repulsed by the idea of even eating animal blood. What I found in my travels were gorgeous landscapes and even more gorgeous architecture. Very bright and welcoming, quite opposite to the dreariness you would associate with Dracula.   

Let’s begin by exploring the Dracula myth. Bram Stoker, the author of Dracula set his story in Transylvania, a region that in 1897 was mysterious to most Western Europeans. Stoker himself had never set foot in Transylvania. While exploring Romanian history he came across the word Dracula, whose meaning is “Son of Dracul”, and replaced his villain’s name. The real “Son of Dracul” was Vlad Tepes, a ruler of the Wallachian region of Romania in the 13th century. The history of Vlad Tepes is bloody and unpleasant, but he is actually considered a national hero, not villain, for defending Romania against the invading Turks. There are two loose, but interesting, similarities between the real and fictitious Dracula. Vlad Tepes preferred form of killing enemies was to insert a stake through the anus and out the shoulder in a manner that no vital organs were pierced. This guaranteed a few days of terrible pain before the victim succumbed to death. Tepes enjoyed eating his meals while watching the people dying on the stakes. Though he didn’t suck out his victim’s blood, his method is something only a select few (cough cough vampires) could stomach. The second similarity is that Tepes was decapitated and according to the story to ensure Dracula remains dead you have to decapitate him.   

If you’ve ever driven or ridden a train across the Austrian countryside, you have a good idea of what Transylvania looks like. Fields of crops and wildflowers shadowed by mountains with the tallest trees you’ve ever seen and speckled with villages containing brightly colored buildings. It’s absolutely beautiful. You have to resist bursting out singing The Sound of Music. Speaking of musicals, I also thought I was in The Wizard of Oz during this trip. Some of the streets in Tagru Mures were yellow cobblestone, nicely resembling the yellow brick road. Though I’m not sure the initial reason for the yellow cobblestone, I know it’s now a symbol of Tagru Mures and when street work has to be done they carefully replace the same stones.  


We're off to see the wizard
The main attractions of the trip were two castles: the Peles Castle in Sinaia and the Bran Castle in, go figure, Bran. Sinaia is found right at the border between the Wallachia and Transylvania regions of Romania. It became a popular vacation site when the first king of Romania, King Carol I, built his summer residence, Peles Castle, here. The grandeur of the castle was meant to intimidate the Austro-Hungarian Empire that at the time of construction controlled Transylvania. Peles has over 80 bedrooms and 30 bathrooms. You know, a comfortable sized place for a family of two and their over 400 workers.   

The grounds of Peles Castle

Just a lovely little summer home
Bran Castle is often referred to as Dracula’s castle though in reality Vlad Tepes spent at most a few nights here while attempting to escape from the invading Turks. The castle is realistically best known as the summer residence of King Michael until his abdication in 1947. The communist regime held the keys to all castles and palaces until the 1989 revolution, when the properties were returned to the former royal family. King Michael is currently in his 90s and lives in Bucharest and remains wealthy by renting the castles to the government for tourism. The Bran castle is much different than Peles. It’s not extremely decadent, with white stucco and simple wood covering most spaces. Its grandeur lives in its size, numerous rooms with even more numerous nooks, crannies, and winding staircases. One things for sure, if it was Dracula’s castle, it would be easy to get lost inside forever.   

Dark cross at the foot of Bran Castle

One of the claustrophobic staircases

Tight squeeze even for me


I have to say my favorite city of the trip and maybe even edging out Cluj as my favorite city in Romania is Brasov. Their opinion of themselves is also quite high though they try not to be too cocky by saying: “Brasov, Probably the Best City in the World”. They have a cheesy replica of the Hollywood sign that I found quite endearing, a lovely open piazza that is always lively and the happiest crowd I’ve seen in all of Romania. The fact that one restaurant served guacamole (the first I’ve had all summer) was the icing on the cake and sealed Brasov’s spot at the top of my list. 


Notice the Brasov sign in the background

Piata Sfatului

Guacamole!!!