Recent Entries
Walking in My Shoes, Part 1
CHD and the Law: The Heart of a Soldier
Top 5 Reasons to Attend the ACHA Conference
The Disclosing Decision
Not Your “Normal Holiday”
How Facebook Helped Me Get to (Cardiac) Rehab
Not My Average Heart Year
Tips for Cardiac Parents, Part 2
Part 2 and a Connection
Baby Steps
Search

Disclaimer

The opinions expressed by ACHA bloggers and those providing comments on the ACHA Blog are theirs alone, and do not reflect the opinions of the Adult Congenital Heart Association or any employee thereof. ACHA is not responsible for the accuracy of any of the information supplied by the ACHA bloggers.

The contents of this blog are presented for informational purposes only, and should not be substituted for professional advice. Always consult your physicians with your questions and concerns.

By ACHA on 7/23/2014 12:55 PM

By Beth Adams, DO

This month I thought I’d take some time to give you all the insider’s look into a day in the life of a congenital cardiologist. This is meant to be an average day, not one that necessarily stands out in my mind. I hope you enjoy this insider’s scoop:

0515
The alarm clock goes off, but I’m already awake and have been for a little while. I run my mental list of the day’s tasks, focusing on anything that may be outside the norm.

By ACHA on 4/28/2014 11:25 AM

By Beth Adams

Much of my day-to-day work routine involves seeing patients in our outpatient office suites. Interestingly, and purely by chance, the building containing the pediatric cardiology clinic and the building that houses the adult congenital heart disease clinic happen to be directly across from one another—across the parking lot, as I like to say.

When is this important? Well, when it comes to transition, this may make all the difference in the world.

By ACHA on 2/11/2014 12:08 PM

By Beth Adams

Most physicians make bad patients, and I am no exception. I much prefer sitting on the stool, laptop in front of me, changing medications, ordering tests, and offering advice instead of being on the receiving end of those things. Perhaps it’s for those reasons that I dislike my own cardiology visits so much.

While most of my friends and a number of my patients know about my CHD, most of my colleagues do not, which makes for interesting situations periodically. It’s not that it’s a secret, necessarily, it just doesn’t come up in daily conversation all that often. “Hey, did you see the Eagles game last night, and oh, by the way, did you know I have a CHD?” Perhaps not.