This past week we were introduced to two of the more interesting
classes I have taken here at NUHS over the past three years. These
classes are Minor Surgical Techniques and Environmental
Minor Surgical Techniques is perhaps our best
example of medicine's greatest force of intervention, while also
following one of the Naturopathic principles of "do no harm." The
task of bringing injured tissues together (so that they can heal
more completely without complication) while piercing that tissue
with a needle and suturing material (some tissue damage in order to
help the whole person heal) can help prevent local infection
building and possibly invading the circulatory system, where it can
infect the person's entire body.
While many of us will never use the procedures taught in minor
surgery, some of our licensed states require that the naturopathic
physicians in that state be able to perform all procedures that a
primary care doctor would perform in their normal duties.
Environmental Medicine is a review of the
"total load" of today's environment upon the human body. We look at
all sources of toxins from our food supply, items of everyday
living, air, water and electronic sources. We measure the impact of
these sources upon the human body, both in the short term as well
as over a lifetime. We research ways of detoxifying the human body
from these influences and ways of helping the human body, mind and
spirit recover from an overload of toxins.
These classes roll up many of the concepts we learned in the
basic sciences portion of our curriculum from anatomy, inflammatory
process, tissue injury and healing, our bodies' built-in filtration
systems and just about every process we learned. Now, as I have
said before, the concepts are being applied on a daily basis, both
in our classes as well as when we see our patients at the Student
Finally, on this Memorial Day weekend, I'm taking the bully
pulpit of this blog to honor two of the veterans who have given
their lives for our country, our freedoms, our people--not just for
their generation, yet for those who follow, both born here and who
immigrate here for a better life. These men are my uncles: U.S.
Army Private First Class Edward Ammons, who was killed in action in
1945 on Luzon Island in the Philippines during the waning months of
World War II after having fought much of the Pacific Campaign; and
U.S. Army Private First Class Otto Ammons, who was killed in action
in early 1952 near the 38th Parallel during the
Korean War. Our family has never forgotten them and I will do my
best to ensure that none of our veterans who have given their lives
willingly for our country and innate liberties, regardless of the
war, action or operation are forgotten.
Sometimes I feel like I live, eat, breathe, and sleep medical
school and NUHS. Somehow, that doesn't leave balance for any
personal time, unless one makes it so. I'm a firm believer in
Vitamin R (rest, relaxation and rejuvenation...thanks Dr. Louise
Edwards) and decided after the engorged schedule of this trimester
and a slight lull just before finals, I would take a little time
out and have an inexpensive break on a Friday night.
So, this week I will write about a trip to Chicago's Loop, or
the section of downtown Chicago encircled by an elevated railway,
or the El.
Friday's classes ended and I was on the train with a good friend
riding to downtown Chicago! I decided it was time to visit the
Christkindlmarket (funny spelling, it's German) held annually on
the Honorable Richard J. Daley Plaza (who gets the reference
here?). The market is set up as a traditional German and Eastern
European winter market with music, food halls, ornaments, trinkets,
and even Santa Claus (the European Claus who will actually bring
you coal if you are naughty instead of just an idle threat). The
plaza is filled with people of all ages and you pretty much stand
"elbow to elbow" as you wait in line for the food, to check the
vendors, or scrounge in to hear the band a bit better. I'm not
normally a crowd kinda guy yet this has been one of my favorite
experiences here in Chicago and I go check out the market every
After a couple of hours of music, Glühwein (heated spiced wine)
and the crowds, we were ready for a break, so we took a stroll
around Chicago's Loop to take in a bit of the atmosphere. After
some leisurely walking, I ended up at Monk's Pub and the place
seemed to be full of the "after 5 Friday crowd", but a great vibe
overall! We grabbed a quick bite and a drink, and then took a walk
back to the train station for the ride back to Lombard (a quick 40
minutes or so).
The trip was a wonderful time and having a good friend to share
the experience with was icing on the cake (in moderation, of
course)! The trip was so good, in fact, that I forgot to take a pic
of me at the market or with the German accordion players (which I
fully intended to do). So, you get a quick pic of me while writing
my blog this week. Notice the disheveled hair and forced smile
indicative of a 3rd year ND student nearing the
end of 7th Trimester.
I hope you enjoyed my narrative this week. Not much to say about
school, just a little trip into the city to "catch my breath"
before finals weeks. I'm thankful (yet again) for good friends who
can keep me laughing on a train ride during rush hour and multiple
times getting lost in the Chicago Loop and their understanding when
I said, "If we run into the El, then we know to turn around and go
back to the center."
With that, I plan to take a nice break over the holidays, spend
some time with family, catch up on my personal reading list, maybe
do some hiking in the Pisgah National Forest back home, and catch
up with friends. When I return to school after the holiday break, I
will be entering Student Clinic as an Intern, advancing beyond
"Observer" status. This means that I will have real patients for
the first time! I'll be sure to share the experience along the
I hope each of you has a safe and fulfilled holiday season.
Personally from me, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Until next January, get plenty of Vitamin R and we will catch
Just a quick note this week to wish all of you a very Happy
Thanksgiving! I'll share a bit of what I am thankful for this
I am thankful for my family. My parents, each with no more than
an eighth grade education, ensured that I was reading before I
entered kindergarten and I'll always have fond memories of sitting
with Mom or Dad reading Little Golden Books. Both instilled a
lifelong love of reading and my library is backlogged with books to
read after my fill of medical school books over the past three
years. I am thankful for my three sisters who put up with my antics
as we grew up and moved away from home. I am thankful for all of my
nieces and nephews, who carry on the family name and tradition of
gathering on Thanksgiving at my folks' home. That's a lot of people
in a 900-square-foot home, but the love expands the walls
immeasurably when everyone is present!
The Gathering Banquet Table: (L-R) Tim, Danielle, Jenna, and
I am thankful for each of my classmates. I have said that before
and I reiterate again today. The group of classmates I have are
individually wonderfully people. They are some of the finest, most
cooperative over-achievers one could meet. Regardless of the
challenge, this group comes together for each other, charitable
causes and communication. I am proud to be a part of the class of
December 2013 and have made life-long friendships during my times
I am thankful for my friends back home. We have been through
"thick and thin" together. Births, deaths, layoffs, downsizing,
promotions, marriage and divorce; each of my little group back home
is ever present to lend a hand, an ear, a shoulder or a back when
work needs to be done. These are the folks who didn't say I was
crazy for leaving a good job to become a naturopathic doc at 40
years old. These are the folks who ask every four months, "Are you
coming home Ammons?" Friends who want to catch up and are eager to
keep in touch are truly a thing to be thankful for.
I hope you are with the ones you care about this holiday. That
you have experienced a year of abundance in health, love and
happiness and that your dreams, plans and experiences have
contributed to your betterment and the betterment of all!
See you next week!
Today I reflect on my father and his positive impact upon my
life. My father is a man of few words; he lives by example. He has
always worked hard and continues to work in his early 80s in
addition to his gardening and work around the house.
Me as a toddler with my dad.
When the four of us (my three sisters and I) were growing up,
our dad was often working overtime at a furniture factory, where he
was a quality inspector. After working all day at the factory, we
would work well after dark with our crops for extra money to have a
nice Christmas holiday. Dad would allow us kids to play sports in
school or pursue other activities, other than that, we were to work
with him in the field. I think now that the "work unless you
participate in the community" rule was a way for us to become
involved, learn success as well as failure, and realize the
necessity of getting along with others.
When I was growing up as a youngster, I always felt safe with
Dad in the house. Some of my earliest memories are sitting on his
lap learning to read "Little Golden Books" well before entering
kindergarten. The amazing thing is that a man with an
8th grade education (as well as my Mom) saw the
immense value of learning to read…early. I remember Dad teaching me
about raising chickens, tending a garden, fixing up our old cars as
a teenager (not so much there, I was too stubborn to listen unless
I needed his help). Finally, the project that I will cherish for
the remainder of my life--the weekend that we built a bookcase
together in my late 20s.
The bookcase as it stands in my apartment now, full of medical
books and doo-dads!
I didn't realize the importance of that project at the time. I
never liked woodworking much and Dad and I weren't exactly close at
that point in our lives. No animosity, we are just both
strong-willed and somewhat stubborn men and each had our idea of
how to live as an adult. We spent the entire weekend working
cooperatively on the bookcase from only a hand-drawn sketch. No
griping, arguing over measurements, or creative disagreements--just
a vision and the beauty of the finished project--both the bookcase
project and our relationship as adults. I've never told Dad how
much that project meant, I reckon I will someday.
Dad's (and again Mom's) insistence that we kids learn to read
when we were just "young'uns" has stayed with my sisters and me.
For myself, I think the fun of reading with my Dad translated into
a passion for the written word and a thirst for learning that has
me here, at NUHS on my third career! Believe me, we get our share
of reading here!
Dad in his garden last year.
Now, as an older student at NUHS, I try to share the lessons
that my dad taught me, through example, by living as an expression
of his work ethic, sharing, patience, understanding, and guidance
where I can with my colleagues and friends. His lesson of
'leveling' the highs of success and lows of failure has been
perhaps the most applicable lesson while here in med
I am grateful for my father, his work ethic and insistence that
his children learn in areas he never did. I am grateful for my
father's appreciation of all human beings, creatures and kindness
toward others. I am grateful every day that I am the son of Roscoe
Ammons of Mars Hill, North Carolina.
This week's entry is simply to thank those who have given the
'Full Measure of Sacrifice' for each of us who lives in the United
States. My father lost a brother, Edward, in the Pacific Campaign
in World War II as well as his twin brother, Otto in the Korean
Conflict. Many of my classmates have lost friends or family in the
current conflict. Regardless of opinion on decisions made by
leadership in this country, each generation has stepped forward and
answered the call to defend our Great Nation. The rank and file
Citizen Soldiers of the United States has secured the freedom to
determine our destiny regardless of any classifying factor, as well
as the freedom to disagree in a civil manner and exercise the
tremendous power of the voting process to maintain a just and
The posting this week is best summed up by a note shared by
Sharilyn, a classmate who is a veteran and worked in a military
"I was working the MICU (Medical Intensive Care Unit) one night
at an Air Force hospital with a patient who was having an MI. He
was there alone. When I asked him if there was any family we could
call for him, he said no, that his family had left him long ago. He
was no longer the person they knew before he went to war. It became
real at that moment for me. There are many casualties of war, each
just as devastating. I can't help but think about military families
and soldiers whose lives have been forever changed, especially
those close to me. There are never sufficient words of comfort, but
know on this end, today and every day, I offer you a grateful
I am eternally grateful to those who have sacrificed their lives
in the defense of our United States of America. My heart goes out
to their loved ones, full of empathy and thanks for their sacrifice
as well. May our current generation of veterans be the last who
need to leave our shores and may they never be called to defend our
home on our soil. Blessings to them all.
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