On January 1, 2011, join us for the start of the 7^th annual OFAC Fitness competition.  Each year more than 75 people have competed to regain their health, lose weight, and earn the title of “Champion of OFAC Fitness”.  This year will be filled with exciting challenges with even more Facebook interactivity to keep tabs on your fellow competitors.

The purpose of the challenge is to get fit through healthy, smart habits that can be used the whole year round.

Lose weight

Gain stamina

Try new things

Start regular healthy habits

There will be three distinct sections to this year’s competition named, “Hot Pursuit”.

Part 1.  The Bod Pod (40%)

Everyone will enter the dreaded Bod Pod at Baseline Fitness to get exact muscle and fat measurements.  These measurements will remain confidential throughout the entire contest.  Everyone will be asked to schedule his or her body assessment before January 1, 2011.  Call now or schedule online (614-880-9180/ www.baselinefitness.com). Eve Ann Buxton is expecting your phone call.

Weigh out will be April 1, 2011.  We will weigh out anytime from April 1 to the time of the Weigh out Party, which is currently scheduled for April 7, 2011.

40% of your score will be determined by the total percentage loss of body fat and the total percentage gain of body muscle mass.  For those people who have spent the last 7 years trying to cheat this machine will attest to its accuracy. The Bod Pod does not lie.

Part 2. Hot Pursuit (40%)

The 4 attending surgeons of OFAC will represent 4 healthy habits.  Each contestant will try to match or beat the doctors attempt to consistently maintain their healthy assigned healthy habit.  Each category must be done each day for a maximum weekly score of 7/7 days.

Category 1 – Dr. Philbin – Pedometer – 1 point

Dr. Philbin will walk 12,000 steps every day.  He will attempt to reach this goal every day of the week.  1 bonus point will go to the contestant who scores the daily highest step number for the week.

Category 2 – Dr. Lee – Calories consumed – 1 point

Dr. Lee will maintain calorie consumption at 500 calories below metabolic baseline.  Baseline Fitness will calculate each person’s individual metabolic baseline at your weigh in.  If every person successfully consumes 500 calories below this threshold, they will lose 3500 calories for the week or 1 pound/week.

Category 3 – Dr. Berlet – Push up/Sit up Quotient – 1 point

Dr. Berlet will do 100 push up and 100 sit up each day.  He will attempt to do this consistently every day of the week.  Simply do these each day, every day, consistently.  No bonus for doing more than 100.  No point if you do less than 100.  Girls will be allowed to do girlie push ups.  Sits up can be of any variety including crunches, leg lifts, and sits up machines.

Category 4 – Dr. Hyer – Resistance training – 1 point

Studies continue to show the health benefits of resistance training.  Whether you go to the gym to lift weights or do lunges and squats at home, pushing up against heavy things is good for you.

Unlike the first 3 categories, this will be measured as a weekly total.  This will allow contestants to accomplish the weekly goal in any frequency that they would like.

Each week, females must lift 100,000 lbs and males must lift 200,000 lbs in any fashion they would like.

Daunting, but not really.

If a typical 150lb person does 100 squats at home each day, that is 15,000 lbs or 105,000 lbs for the week.  Of course we would encourage each contestant to go to the gym and consider a full body workout using a variety of weights for both upper and lower body muscle groups.

Our hopes are to encourage everyone to go to the gym regularly (3x week) and engage in diverse resistance training regularly. Our super smart personal trainers will also be available to help train you at super discounted rates.

1 point for each contestant who achieves this goal each week.

Part 3. Challenges (20%)

Every so often, we will post individual and group challenges for that week.  Points will be awarded to anyone who successfully participates in that weeks challenge and documents it with a photo on Facebook.

Be prepared, the first one will be bowling.  This was the most popular challenge from last year.

Points are for participation but occasionally, prizes will be awarded for the winner of a challenge. For instance, the highest posted bowling score will win a free pair of shoes from www.footsourcemd.com

So join us this year.  We will kick off Hot Pursuit at the First on First 5K at the Westerville Medical Campus. You can see there will be a premium on doing healthy things regularly and keeping track of your progress.  We hope everyone will lose a little weight, pick up good habits, and mostly, have a lot of fun with our growing family at OFAC.

Please invite your friends, families, and co-workers to participate. Send Katie Allen an email at allenkm@orthofootankle.com to register by Dec. 29. Information will be sent to participants via Facebook and email.  Follow us on Facebook at Orthopedic Foot and Ankle and add us to your fan pages. If you have any questions, please contact Katie Allen.

On January 12th, 2010 at 4:53pm, an earthquake struck 7.0 on the Richter scale just 10 miles south of Port-au-Prince.

With 2 weeks notice, Columbus Team 5 responded. This is our story.

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Haiti: Epilogue

Throughout this week, T.S. Elliot continually came to mind:

Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question…

Oh, do not ask, “what is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

Before we left, I wondered why I felt so etherized upon the surface of my life.  Perhaps the path of my life and career were as random as Elliots poem.

The people of Haiti do not live etherized lives.  They feel the pain of their plight and the weight of their poverty.  Yet, they continue to move forward with resolve and determination.  They fill their lives with the company of the family and friends.  They share their lives constantly.  They sing. They dance. They live.  Despite an average yearly income of $270, they share an emotional wealth far greater than many of us.

Perhaps our insidious intent to standardize our lives and control our environment has lead to a tedious argument punctuated with questions of whys and whats. But what the people of Haiti shared with me was their warmth and their community.

Our team laughed harder than most college dorm rooms on a Saturday night.  We told midnight ghost stories.  We yelled at each other and cried.  We celebrated and we mourned.  We felt fear.  We applauded and cheered inappropriately in public.  And the rare moments of calm and peace, we felt the lightness of our being.

We have taken away more from Haiti than we have given.  Our initial goals were:

To build

To help

To learn

To share

As I add our fifth goal, I think it may have been the most important lesson for all of us.

To feel

The dust tasted oddly earthy as I sat in the corner of the storage room. Salty sweat dripped from my surgical eyeglasses and headlamp. Surrounded by crushed boxes, overturned medical equipment, and spilled germ cleaning fluids, this hospital room looked as broken as our patients. 

It was Edgard’s idea in the first place. He thought we could take the white marker board from one room and move it here. Maybe we could put information on it. As we talked together, we came up with the idea of putting a table in the room and creating a meeting room for the doctors and nurses to meet every morning.

Just as we spent days fixing broken bones, we began to dissect every broken room in the hospital. The vital entrails were strewn across the open air hallways as the patients watched with an expression I saw during our emergency code 2 days ago. We struggled with the anatomy of what could become an effective field hospital. Homemade shelving with a new homemade operating room table was delivered. Plywood would never receive as much glory as it would on this day. And with the same urgency and panic I’ve had every day, I wondered how I was going to finish this operation by the end of the day.

As Edgard motivated me to get up and continue on the white board project, this disaster as a metaphor became complete. The room would only become complete with the help of my Haitian interpreter. The hospital could only be complete with the cooperation of Haitian doctors and nurses. This disaster will never recover without mutual growth of who we are with who they are.

The simplicity of the white board will be to track every patient that is in the hospital. The medical teams will stare constantly at the board like travelers in a snowbound airport. Patients will never be forgotten and mundane tasks will always get done. This small little idea will save more lives than all our operations this week.

One of my most important lessons this week has been about the elegance of simplicity. We’ve gotten by on a diet of rice and beans, we’ve watched joy and sorrow in each others eyes without the benefit of any electronics, and we’ve communicated as a group without the aid of conference calls or webinars. Last night, we even clutch started a 2 ton truck without the need of a battery.

As we close our work this week, I know Haiti may have healed me more than I have healed her. Though nature has exacted a huge force in the course of our patient’s lives, I hope we have been able to alter their course at least slightly. Their coastline is filled with plenty of jagged reefs but they have equal amount of safe harbors.

“Be safe”… probably the most common statement made to me as I prepared for my trip here. I appreciated the undertones of comfort and security. A nurturing statement that my mom would have said as I walked to preschool.

“Be safe”.  It infects nearly every decision.  Because the water is not drinkable, a slight mistake brushing your teeth can lead to days of diarrhea.  The dirt road separating the hospital from our cabin has large trucks and buses barreling along at 45 mphs.  Besides getting run over, the shower of rocks and pebbles pelt my surgical eyeglasses and headlamp that I wear all the time.  If you forget your bug repellant or your malarial medication, any one of my numerous and growing mosquito bites would be the concern for serious illness.  During one of our surgeries yesterday, safety was never more evident as one of our very own team members sat in the corner with an IV to hydrate as we addressed a child’s perforated intestine.

Safety is a constant process that weighs on every decision.  In surgery, we have to organize our own equipment.  Because there is only one sterilizer, if you forget an instrument, a scissor, a scalpel, or a screw, you will have to wait nearly 30 minutes before that critical tool is available.  Forget twice and it’s an hour. An hour more of anesthesia is also an hour more for the flies to roost on your surgical field and an hour more of danger for your patient.

There is no easily available x-ray.  To x-ray a patient a team member has to transfer the patient on a wobbly wooden stretcher and pull the cart across the gravel road 300 yards to the ancient machine where a near nuclear dose of radiation will produce a gray plastic image to be read like tea leaves.  There is no safety in making orthopedic decision without x-ray.  There is no safety in surgery without proper instruments.  How would we know if our bones are straight or if our screws are too long or too short?  How would we put a screw in without the proper screwdriver? Like Hamlet agonizing over death, we ask, “to be safe or not to be safe”.  I wonder which will lead to more regret.  I know what it means to be safe.  But do I know what it means not to be safe?

There is a patient here with a complex femur fracture.  We were planning an operation to fix it without x-ray or the proper insertion equipment.  If the surgery went smoothly, we could straighten his crooked leg in 30 minutes.  If it went badly, we would struggle for hours and then amputate his leg.  In the aftermath of our recent death, I chose to be safe. Far better, I reasoned, for him to have a crooked leg than no leg at all.  There was no need to be dangerous.

As I unpacked newly arrived crates of equipment today, the insertion tools for his operation hid in the corner of the box.  Then a pick up truck began backing into the dusty entrance with an 1800 lb crate protecting a full size portable x-ray machine.

Goethe said, “be bold and great forces will come to your aid”.  As I looked at the newly arriving aid, I regret the decision I made for my patient.  It is too late in the week to tackle such a large operation. Fortunately, it will be an easier decision for next week’s team.  So I wonder about the words “be safe”.  What is the opposite?  Is it “be dangerous”?

Like a man standing in the middle of the highway, he must decide to jump left or to jump right.  Because to play it safe and stand still will lead to a far worse outcome.

The opposite I think is “be bold”.  By coming to Haiti, I have learned that I may never have enough information or equipment to make a perfect decision and that even an imperfect decision may be better than no decision at all.

We all watched as the little girl sobbed holding her grandmothers hand. The Grandmother’s chest rose and fell agonally for a few moments and then quietly held its peace. We were all there.  We had moved her out of her so called hospital bed a few minutes earlier. The room was the size of a large sauna, sharing its temperature and dimness but not its odor.  It was overfilled with people witnessing an event that would be a story told and retold that night. Perhaps for a week.

As we tried to resuscitate her our medical group continually talked, reviewed, and strategized.  Even if we couldn’t have our modern life saving equipment, at least we’ll act and behave as if we were in the ICU. The only place she really should have been all along.

Her heart was weak. She was anemic. She hadn’t had adequate nutrition in weeks. There were more germs in her bed than my son’s football locker room. Yet, she needed her operation. She was transferred here to specifically get this major operation.  If she didn’t have it, her leg would cease to function, become paralyzed, and the month of constant pain she had already suffered would be permanent. Without the surgery, she would flounder in this bed until she was overcome by the germs of her mucus, urine or feces.

We brought together everyone who was involved in her care that afternoon. I wanted to review her story. Her operation was difficult yet it was quick. It had also been successful. Her pelvic bone returned to normal place. She didn’t have excessive bleeding. After surgery, she was not in excessive pain. Her blood pressure was low but curiously her pulse did not respond to her condition. As if the last month was too much, or perhaps the last 67 years was too much, the heart refused to beat any faster. We did whip the heart with medication, trying to spur a quicker pace. Like the donkey that wakes me every morning, it took a few rapid stumbling steps forward and finally refused to pull any longer.

Oxygen could have helped. So would an EKG machine, a Swan Ganz catheter with a pressor drip and a ventilator. If we had the equipment, we could have done all that. We could have actually improvised many of those things.  But then where would we send her? She and her granddaughter were lying in an open air room behind an iron gate (the closest thing we had to an ICU) for at least 2 hours with an emaciated pregnant dog walking by.

Every day in Haiti, hundreds of people die. Last week, thousands of people died, and the week before tens of thousands of people died. But at least I know it will be less next week. I do not know the stories of all these people. What is important to me is that I know the story behind my patient.  It’s important to our team and all the people who were in her room this morning.

Is the shame that so many people died or that so many stories were never known?

I didn’t hear the familiar pop of the hip joint dislocating as I twisted the leg into a contorted position during the operation. Not that I would have noticed since it had been almost 20 years since I did a posterior dislocation of a hip with an acetabular fracture.

The woman was crushed when her house collapsed on to her back as she crouched for protection. Although initially paralyzed, the function of her legs returned but because of the awkward position of her hip and the pain, she would become permanently crippled unless we did something.

The operation required much of the newly bartered equipment from yesterday. A partial hip replacement turned out to be a critical component of the surgery. Though we finished in under 2 hours, time moved slowly.

But to be out of one’s own routine will slow time down. The way I awake and shower and brush my teeth in the morning is significantly different here than at home. How I eat and what I eat is sporadic, unfamiliar and inconsistent. My routine at this hospital is unlike anything I would do at home.  So it is no wonder that some of the events from even a few days ago feel as if it occurred several weeks ago. My time has been stretched and elongated by the unfamiliar and the change in my environment.

For different reason, my nights are long.  Despite being pretty tired, I’m awoken not only by the noises of the chaos around me but similar noises within me.  Whether it is from the fear of surgery that is unfamiliar and without adequate equipment or the fear of caring for a very sick postoperative child without an ICU, these noises are loud and also stretch my perception of time.  I feel as if I have been here far longer than my 4 days.

But for our patients, it hasn’t been 4 days; it’s been 30 days. They have had their routine disrupted. I’m sure the noises they hear at night are louder and sharper than mine. I’ll be returning home in a few days with these stunning memories of slow motion. For the Haitians though, like a dream of being chased where your legs don’t seem to move, I can’t imagine their endless night.

The drive to Port au Prince is not for the young or old. Sitting on the raw steel plates in the back of an old ice truck, fully enclosed and insulated to swelter in 95 degree weather is not comfortable. Add to it 2 hrs of traveling on unrepaired roads and traffic filled with thousands of other people who have the same sense of urgency as you, and feelings of suffocation and claustrophobia can be strong.

Our goal was to obtain specific supplies we needed for our surgeries. Armed with the only currency that is meaningful here we planned to visit 3 other medical units in Port au Prince for trade and barter.

With the Project Hope Mission we traded anesthesia medication and morphine for 4 femoral rods and a 7.0 mm cannulated screw system. Street value: $30,000. With another outfit, we accepted 4 paralytic unstable spine victims and got 10 Kuntchner rods, 3 blade plates, 1 Austin Moore, and 10 packets of antibiotic cement.  Finally, for agreeing to return Thursday to run an orthopedic clinic for 3 hours we got 30 walkers 4 IV poles and 1 empty dressing cart.

The equipment will help our patients immediately but for those of us who sat around the negotiating table, we walked away with a reinforcement of the reasons why we came here in the first place. These reasons vary for each of us, but as we all walked away from the table satisfied, we were pretty content.  I’m not a 100% what my own reasons are but I’m sure it was a sense I had when I was young that I’m only rediscovering as I’m older.

Footnote: thank you to the surgeons of Project Hope and the Canadian team of surgeons from St. Joe’s Hospital for your incredible support.

It’s far from comfortable here in Haiti. 2 hours north of Port au Prince, Pierre Payen is dry, arid and hot. The dirt roads have been pulverized to a fine dust that permeates everything. The dust is in your clothes, your hair, even your teeth when you talk. It’s also on your bandages and in your operating rooms.

Your daily routine would never work here. With running water or regular electricity, simple things like brushing your teeth or going to the bathroom require extra thought.  Surgery requires even more thought.  Because there is no infrastructure, every aspect of our advanced procedures has to be provided by our team including preparing our instruments and sterilizing our equipment to IV’s, blood tests, anesthesia, transport, and recovery.  Even giving medications, changing dressings, cleaning up diarrhea and showing a patient how to use an inhaler.  As an orthopedic surgery team, we’ve diagnosed and treated pneumonia, congestive heart failure, and probable parasitic infection.

We had been about to start an unstable leg fracture case when we were told about a child just carried to the hospital.  He was clearly sick and listless. Young children can have spontaneous infections in the hip and it appeared that was what he had.  After bumping our trauma cases and positioning him for surgery, we noticed that he was so swollen and infected that his scrotal areas had been obstructing the flow of urine for the last 3 days. In surgery, we couldn’t even place a tube to release the urine.  With nowhere to turn, an emergency circumcision was performed which allowed the placement of the tube and a release of almost a quart of urine.  We could then proceed with the operation to release almost a quart of pus from his hip muscle, which isolated a probable tuberculosis infection.

Although not comfortable here in Haiti, it is rewarding.

Haiti Day 1

An early morning start to meet our jet at 3 am was uneventful. The jet, generously donated by Ariel Corporation, served our needs well. With over 600 lbs of equipment, we needed the cargo space more than direct access to a private landing strip. Even if a commercial flight had been available, we would soon learn about the tight control over air space at Port au Prince and its strong military presence.

First impressions of Port au Prince are numbing. The airport is filled with the chaos and intimidation of military jets and helicopters punctuated with confetti dots of healthcare workers sprawled over the tarmac waiting to leave.  As we unloaded our carefully wrapped surgical equipment the Gulfstream jet next to us unloads their cache of fresh Domino’s Pizza.

The roads, as well as the infrastructure are clearly fractured. Tents and huts made of permanent indestructible plastic garbage line the road.  Limping dogs and goats give glimpses of the lives their owners must live behind these sheets of plastic. Because so much of the plastic is cheerfully orange and blue, it’s an ironic kaleidoscopic ride through town. In a blur, you would be reminded of the disaster only by the ubiquitous smell of burning garbage and diesel.

The hospital is intact and functional. Today, 22 patients are recovering. Still, many are untreated from the initial quake. Dust from the dirt road permeates the operating room with no signs of antisepsis.

Although there seems to be ample supplies there is little organization. Every team has been generous with their supplies but with the urgency to operate, it’s been difficult to manage an effective system. Working on this may be our biggest contribution.

X-ray rounds revealed some major cases that need to be done. Perhaps spine, perhaps pelvis, but definitely femurs, shoulders, and ankles wait for our team to unpack and work.