Muse Medicine: Body Electric

Question came up in one of the writer’s chats I visit yesterday:

What would happen if a major jolt of electricity passed through the brain?

A major jolt passing through the brain wouldn’t be dissimilar to passing a major jolt of electricity across the CPU of a computer. Chances are good that some smoking and very little thinking would follow. Execution by electric chair confirms that massive doses of electricity are lethal in humans, however, there are reports of humans surviving major jolts, such as in the case of lightning strike, though it’s unlikely that the current passed directly through the brain or heart.

Small doses of electricity, however, are actually used to treat the human body in a number of ways. We’ve all seen the exciting rescue (or attempt anyway) of folks on TV whose hearts have stopped working correctly. Here are a few of the ways electricity can save or improve lives:

  • Cardioversion – this is a medical term meaning to convert the heart rhythm (with the intent of converting it back to a normal (sinus) rhythm. This is a life-saving procedure that can be performed in a hospital or by an ambulance crew, or anywhere an AED (Automated External Defibrillator) is present. The AED is particularly good at saving lives, as many large public places now keep one around. In the event of a heart attack or other heart arrhythmia (abnormal rhythm of beats), there is a 3-5 minute window during which use of an AED gives a very good chance of survival without brain injury. Every minute after that window, the risk of brain injury increases and the chance of survival decreases. Effective CPR can extend this window slightly. The “dosage” of electricity varies by age, but in adults the usual dose is 300 joules or less. In order to direct current across the heart, the two pads that deliver a shock are placed in the upper right chest and below the heart on the left lower chest. Metal jewelry on the chest can interfere with and divert this path, making the shocks ineffective and causing skin burns. The reason people shout “clear” or “stand clear” before delivering a shock is because if someone is touching the victim/patient, it could also divert the current and cause a second victim and an uncorrected heart.

Pet Peeve Alert:

Hollywood tends to screw this one up. If the rhythm is flat-line with the high-pitched alarm noise, also known as asystole (Ay-sis-tuh-lee), the heart cannot be shocked back into action. In that situation in a real “code” or hospital emergency, medications like epinephrine would be used in an attempt to restart the heart to some other rhythm prior to shocking.

  • Pacemakers – a pacemaker is a small machine about an 1/2-1 inch thick and a couple of inches in diameter. It is implanted into the chest of a person who has frequent arrhythmia. The most common arrhythmia treated with pacemaker is bradycardia, or very slow heart rate (less than 50 beats a minute). In some cases, when a too-fast arrhythmia can’t be controlled with medication, a surgeon will do a procedure called “ablation” which destroys the portion of the heart that is emitting the inappropriate signals, and then implant a pacemaker to take over the job. Ablation therapy often has to be repeated after a period of time, because unless the node (electrical generator in the heart) is completely destroyed, there is a chance of it becoming more active over time or regenerating. Pacemakers also require frequent monitoring, adjustment, and reprogramming, and must be replaced on a regular basis about every 5-7 years.
  • ECT or electroconvulsive therapy – this treatment has gotten a bad rap over the years. ECT uses a much smaller dose of electricity (maximum 100 joules) and passes it directly across the brain. Modern ECT is done under careful observation and sedation, and is used to treat various psychiatric disorders that are not amenable to treatment with medications, including severe depression. ECT intentionally causes a grand mal seizure, which is a large part of it’s bad reputation. Grand mal seizures can be disturbing to watch. Here’s a video (warning, graphic). The purpose of ECT is similar to the purpose of cardioversion – to restart something that is misfiring, in this case, the brain. ECT remains somewhat controversial.
  • Implanted electrodes – these electrodes monitor the electrical activity in the brain. Used in the treatment of intractable seizures (which cannot be controlled via medication alone). They are implanted in specific brain structures and left in while the person is carefully monitored for seizure activity. This guides later surgery to remove the misfiring portion of the brain. Surgeries of this nature vary in their success rates according to the type of procedure, but most patients experience relief from seizures.

As with many life saving techniques, cardioversion and ECT can cause more harm than good if performed on an individual who does not need them. Cardioversion can create an abnormal rhythm in someone whose heart is working fine. ECT can alter brainwaves and thinking patterns in someone whether or not suffering from depression or other psychiatric problems. Modern use of therapeutic electrical shock is accompanied by sedation and pain relief medications, except in cases of life-threatening emergency when there is inadequate time to sedate. Electricity can also cause severe burns, muscle damage, and extreme pain if performed incorrectly or if the path of electricity is not directed properly through one of the electrical structures of the body (brain and heart being the big two).  Thus, electrical shocks have been the basis for torture and execution since shortly after the invention of man-made electricity.

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Writing software

I wrote my first “book” in WordPerfect. Upon completion of what could in very loose terms be call a novel, I immediately deleted WordPerfect and buried the manuscript in a very deep hole in my back yard. I have since moved.

The second book was written in MSWord. It took twice as long to write (a whopping 10 days today) and weighed in at just over 103k. I realized a week later that what I had written was not so much a book as a random, wandering journey. I made changes both vast and sweeping to characters, plot lines, and settings alike. Nothing really made sense.

I needed to work on craft, I decided, but I also needed to figure out a way to organize my writing a little better. Iron out some of those twisting plots and morphing characters.

Fast forward a few years, and I sat down to work on my third serious story. Code of the Hunter.

I tried MS Word again. After about 10-20k, things started warping again. I just couldn’t keep things straight without the ability to quickly backtrack through the story and remind myself of things like character names and dangling threads.

I bought WriteItNow, which wasn’t bad, but I just never seemed to be able to actually write in it. The interface kept getting in my way.

I tried Liquid Story Binder, which… ok, honestly? Who needs all that stuff? There was so much irrelevant shit stuffed in every nook and cranny of that program that I didn’t even get past the first 10 minutes without wanting to punch someone. *delete*

I tried this little program called yWriter4. And it worked! I wrote my whole novel in it. The one time I had a glitch, I emailed the creator and he got back with me in 10 minutes with a solution. Fantabulous!

Then I made the mistake of upgrading to yWriter5. Great new features, and a very usable interface. Trouble with it was, it ate my project file. Oh, the text of my novel was recoverable. But the notes, the character lists, the scene descriptions that I had built painstakingly over the last two years… all gone! Turns out yWriter backs up the actual story in a hundred little ways to make sure you don’t lose all that work, but even the backups I created off-site using its internal system did nothing to protect the actual project file.

I laborously reconstructed what I could of it. Took me a full week to put it all back together (minus a lot of things that just weren’t recoverable) so I could continue with my revision. I was so close to the end of that book, I could taste it. Just a little more time, and I could reevaluate my usage of the software, see if something else worked better. Two weeks later… well, let’s say that the reconstruction was all in vain. Gone again.

So screw it, I said. I put my documents back in MS Word, but struggled with the same problems of no organization in a file of 100k words. I put each scene in its own file and hyperlinked each one into an Excel spreadsheet. Truth told, it was all painfully slow and complex, despite my expert status as an MS Office user. I got through a couple of revisions that way, but it wasn’t exactly a pleasurable experience.

A fellow writer recommended TreeDBNotes, a program not written for writers, but that seemed to serve all the same functions as yWriter (with the vast exception of not having easily obtainable word counts). I ported my novel over (in 4 days), and kept working. And for the last revision, it worked. The experience was as smooth as warm chocolate.

I had found my writing software home.

Or so I thought. Until I tried to draft a new novel there. Great for edits, but there was just too much distraction for drafting, not to mention that the formatting options and word count are still a pain in the you-know to use, one note at a time.

So it was back to MS Word. 7k into the book, I new that wasn’t going to work either.

I’m beginning to think I need to learn to program so I can make my own software. In the meantime, I think I’ll drag out that old copy of yWriter4, despite the fact that it’s no longer being updated or supported. Sometimes more features aren’t what’s important. Stability, the right interface, features that are easy to use, and something that works well with your process… these things all count when you’re working so intensely on something for years at a time.

I’m still looking for the perfect program for me. Something simple and not distracting. Something systematic but not rigid. Something STABLE. Something that doesn’t cost more than my last tuition bill.

What do you write with? And what would you change about it if you could?

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Blogging on Blogs

Is it in poor taste to blog about blogging?

So it took me a couple of hours of messing around with WordPress on a test site to put this puppy together. Meanwhile I was thinking it’d be nice to put some forwarding info up on the old blog at Muse Medicine. I was excited to discover that Blogger was still allowing FTP for a little while longer, when I logged in over there. Wrote a snappy little post for the old blog letting people know I’ve moved over here and why. Trying to upload it, however, has taken 3 days of futzing around. *headdesk* My brilliant, wonderful sysadmin-hubby took care of the last hurdle, and the forward is up at last.

On a personal note, three of my aunts called me on the phone in the last week. Now, keep in mind that I don’t often get phone calls from family. I talk to my grandmother about once a week, and that’s pretty much it. Only this week, calls from three of my aunts… one of whom I’d talked to recently and two others I haven’t seen or spoken to in years. I’m beginning to think there’s a family conspiracy to make sure I’m not lonely in my new life as a stay-at-home [insert role here]. Don’t get me wrong though. I loved talking to them. I just find the timing pretty comical.

And just for the sake of something pretty to look at, Behold! A picture I took of a flower.

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On Broken Hearts

For a couple of years I have authored and maintained a blog called Muse Medicine at http://nursewriter.com dealing with various medical topics of interest to writers of fiction – everything from plagues to broken bones and breastfeeding babies graced the pages of that old site. I loved the work, and comments came in regularly from my small group of readers. Win-win.

And then, on September 4, 2009, my heart broke. Literally. I developed a very rare, debilitating heart condition which forced me to withdraw from most of the things I loved before. Blogging was the tip of the ice berg. I quit posting. I quit my job as  NICU (newborn baby) nurse. I quit attending college classes. I withdrew from people. For a while, I even quit writing. When your heart rate is 170 because you slowly walked 8 feet to the bathroom, there isn’t much fuel left in the tank.

It’s been almost six months now. They tried me on numerous medications, none of which seemed to help and several of which seemed to make things worse. We talked about surgery. The prospect of living the rest of my life with a pacemaker, and having another surgery every few months didn’t exactly appeal.

I don’t smoke. Don’t drink. Never did drugs. My cholesterol is 125. It wasn’t fair.

But it was my life. Still is. I didn’t have the surgery. The meds still don’t work all that well, but I’m coping. Thanks to my husband and our son, both of whom have struggled right along with me as I suddenly went from over-scheduled super-woman and thriving, to short-tempered and incapable of facing the slightest exertion or emotional upheaval.

I’m no longer working as a nurse. No longer taking college courses to further my degree. No longer bustling everyday. But in January I still made my personal goal of submitting my completed novel, Code of the Hunter, to agents. And in February, one of them requested to read the full.

And here I am today. I’m writing everyday. I’m a little less cranky and a little more stable than I was a few months ago. I’m a completely different person than I was on September 3, but maybe that’s ok. I’ve always lived in the moment, and perhaps this moment isn’t anything like I was expecting it to be six months ago, but it’s not so bad, really. I spend more time with my husband and my son. I spend more time in silence, just me and the words.

Having a broken heart closed doors for me that will probably never re-open. It also taught me a lot about myself and about the people I have in my life. It taught me to value what I had, and what I still have.

It’s likely that there will still be Muse Medicine questions here, for medical realism in fiction. It’s likely that there will be writing stuff and family stuff and broken heart stuff. My life is smaller now, but it is still enjoyable. It’s still mine. I invite you to share a little piece of it here.

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