
Acute polio and its evolution: reminiscences of a 'polio fellow'
Ernest W. Johnson, MD, circa 1970s
Returning from 34 months in the southeast Pacific as a GI to my home in Akron,
Ohio, I was entitled to four calendar years of a university education funded by the
GI bill. I enrolled at The Ohio State University (OSU) and while rooming with a
high school friend who was completing his last year of medical school, was given
advice-- after joining him on several clinical rotations--to finish the pre-med
requirements and use up the educational entitlement in medical school. I did!
As a fourth-year medical student, I was looking ahead to a residency choice,
considering anesthesia, pediatrics, physical medicine and rehabilitation, radiology
and psychiatry. It seemed logical to defer the final choice until I had experienced
these rotations during my internship at Philadelphia General Hospital. My post-
MD hospital year began with obstetrics and gynecology, followed by orthopedics,
ENT, endocrinology and, by the time I needed to make a selection, I was still
confused, so I flipped a coin and it came up psychiatry. I applied for and was
accepted in a program at Indiana Medical School. My choice seemed appropriate
until my rotation on psychiatry in December. It was a disaster!
As soon as I reported to the service, I was directed to an isolated, high-security
room with a locked door, solid except for a small grill. When the door slammed
shut behind me, I was imprisoned with a hypomanic patient who was manacled to
the bed. Two hours later, I was able to attract the attention of an orderly and be
released. I called Indiana and cancelled the residency, too late to apply for another.
Next day
Answering an ad in the Journal of the American Medical Association, I accepted the
position as a general practitioner with a surgeon in Findlay, Ohio. My intention was
to work a year and then reapply for a residency, with pediatrics as a tentative
option. Tentative only until I had made several home calls in the early morning
hours for a sick baby. When responses to my request to see the child in the office
next day was answered with “NO, we intend to see our regular doctor (read -
pediatrician)” that was the end of my intended career in pediatrics
My pivotal encounter with rehabilitation medicine began as I assumed my required
service in the emergency room. One of the first patients I saw was a 19-year-old