tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50613785057303533192023-11-16T03:35:21.428-07:00Just a Simple ER DocRepository for a young Emergency Medicine doc's inner thoughts that can't be said at workTyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-69712265816470624672012-11-11T00:22:00.000-07:002012-11-11T00:22:40.482-07:00Class B<p>Benadryl is a class B in pregnancy, meaning there is very little risk of harm and it is safe to use. There are very few drugs in class A.</p><p>She's brought in by ambulance seizing. Worse, her fluttering eye movements and tonic-clonic seizures are accompanied by a fluttering, thready pulse; telemetry shows a wide, ugly, jagged rhythm that doesn't match the pulse. Her eyes are like saucers. Police hand me a bottle of Wal-Som that only has about 4 pills left in it. Benadryl is often marketed as a sleep aid.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8V-u_3v22c33FO5gjDduOv666-Uc9V-IOcm06MGqWuI1WdioB0AMuPM0J5hR1g37mr4xQFCSsEszxl6zgbojOS0LCRm4LZr29XIS5-FgwRgzZ-7eEkTsDvPbPU_N1qZ1DZVSm4XxyvgH/s1600/WAL00240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="216" width="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8V-u_3v22c33FO5gjDduOv666-Uc9V-IOcm06MGqWuI1WdioB0AMuPM0J5hR1g37mr4xQFCSsEszxl6zgbojOS0LCRm4LZr29XIS5-FgwRgzZ-7eEkTsDvPbPU_N1qZ1DZVSm4XxyvgH/s320/WAL00240.JPG" /></a></div><p>My colleagues help intubate her, with some surprising difficulty for a young, slim woman; 2 amps of bicarb later, her heart rhythm has normalized, ativan has calmed the seizures, and she's on a propofol drip with fluids running. With sick patients the urban ED nurses and docs are like a pit crew; little wasted motion or effort, multiple tasks completed at once. Her EKG shows the classic signs of TCA poisoning--widened QRS, with a prominent R wave in aVR and an S wave in aVL. This is rarely seen in benadryl overdoses. The calculated possible dose is almost 3 grams based on what's gone from the bottle.</p><p>Her mom arrives later and relates the phone call earlier in the day after she dropped her child off with another relative. It was 'all too much'. I suppose. She gave it a good try; her lactic acid level was over 17, with 2 being normal; her pH was about 6.7, with 7.3 being normal. This is the most impressive number; much lower and her heart would've spiraled and stopped. This isn't why we gave the bicarb; when the EKG widens as seen in this patient, it means that the drug has blocked her cardiac sodium channels, paving the way for bad, deadly heart rhythms. The bicarb is sodium bicarb, so the actual drug is a push of sodium to overwhelm the sodium channels. </p><p>All tox patients need a urine pregnancy test; on this patient, it was initially lost in the shuffle, and as I called to admit her to the ICU I realized it was missing. I added it. It was positive. I cursed, returned to the bedside; sure enough, palpable like a small cantaloupe 2-3 cm below the umbilicus is a firm uterus. The ultrasound is tragic; a small fetus moves still, with its spine a string of pearls, clear hands and face even on our underpowered, pathetic machine, but the heart rate is a chilling 40-50. Bradycardia in a fetus is a sure sign of severe trouble. </p><p>She actually did well in the hospital; her acidosis resolved, and she recovered well. OB completed the miscarriage before she was removed from the ventilator in an act of kindness.</p><p>Class B, indeed.</p>
Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-26479520187456382192012-10-26T23:52:00.000-06:002012-10-26T23:52:31.195-06:00Near Miss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<p>PG is 89 and lives alone; she comes in by ambulance with mild, new confusion that her son noticed when he went to say hello to her as he did every morning. When asked, she did complain of some severe chest pain that had occurred earlier, but there was no syncope, and right now she feels OK. She has no fever or headache, and her pre-hospital course was uneventful. Hypothyroidism was her only stated history, keeping with the maxim that if you show up past the age of 80 with almost no medical problems to the ED, something major must be wrong.</p><p>Her exam is pretty unremarkable; T 97.9 F, HR 67, BP 187/85, RR 18 (meaning no one checked, but seemed about right), SpO2 <b>88% on RA</b>. No real pertinent findings; lungs were clear, pulses good, no fever. She has a hard time telling me what day it is, but otherwise is good and conversant. Her pulse ox reverts to normal with only 2 L nasal cannula.</p><p>My standard old, sick work-up commences, and she comes back with a troponin of 0.11, which is suggestive of something going on, and with an LBBB on EKG, I suspect NSTEMI; confusion or altered mental status in the elderly is a very common presentation of acute coronary syndrome, and the severe chest pain earlier in the day makes it look like that as well. Lactate normal, not septic, doesn't need an LP, admit, done.</p><p>Just before she is taken upstairs, she tries to get up to go to the commode; as soon as she rises and pivots, she complains of central chest pain and relatively severe shortness of breath with discomfort. I attribute this to cardiac causes; she doesn't syncopize or have any other change in vital signs.<p>She wanders through her hospital course for a few days, and three days later, after a relatively normal echo with only a mildly dilated RV and no change in vital signs, someone gets a D-Dimer. Of course, it's up; and her CT shows a <i>freaking saddle embolus</i>. Not just a l'il baby PE, but a giant monster that extends into both upper lobes. Unfortunately, this is another often overlooked cause of confusion in the elderly; in retrospect, the only tip-off was the pulse ox. Although not insignificant as a vital sign, it's kind of non-specific; my error, such as it was, was to ignore the low pulse ox with no lung findings. If it's cardiac, or COPD undiagnosed, then there probably should've been wheezes. Yet another near miss. I looked at my chart; not bad, as I would suspect on an admitted pt with a relatively straight-forward course. As always, with these, I was <i>so close</i> and yet so far. The near-misses in my career, unfortunately, are never the ones that I suspect; never see coming. It does make me feel a bit better that she walked around on the floor for <bold>four days</bold> with her saddle PE and did just fine.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-77846865271478405552012-10-25T12:29:00.000-06:002012-10-25T12:29:23.567-06:00Triage Desk<p>Our urban ED has been undergoing a remodel. This shop is the real deal--busiest in the state, blocks away from war zones, full to the brim on a daily basis with a stew of people gravely injured or sick, shoulder to shoulder with those that have colds or need a refill but don't have a doctor. As with any similar population, even though a majority of patients are well intentioned, violence breaks out on a relatively regular basis.</p><p>We have these flashing 'blue lights' in the ceiling--leading to the inevitable comparison to K-Mart--that go off if the front of the hospital isn't safe, usually due to a ghetto ambulance, someone's car dropping off a shooting or stabbing. Prior to the remodel, we had moved towards a plexiglass security corral with security guards in it as a greeting when you walk through the door.</p><p>That's all gone. With the remodel, there is a wide, new, fancy triage desk, with warm, wood grain paneling, recessed lighting, and the feel of a spa, consistent with our group's suburban outpatient centers. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The triage nurse is supposed to sit behind the desk and greet new patients, and is exposed to everyone still in the waiting room. There is a security desk, but it's over on the far side of the lobby, unobtrusive, and a great distance from the nurse triage desk.</p><p>Leave aside for a second that they aren't doing a thing to the arena, where we actually take care of patients, siding is falling off the cubicles, there are a bunch of curtained stalls where they always place the combative psych patients only three feet from the RN/doc area, and the overhead lights only work sometimes, and ask--was that really a good idea? I mean, taking the plexiglass OFF the front of the ED. This, in a place where security guards have quit mid-shift and left. I asked some of the nurses, and the general comment was 'thank God I don't work triage anymore'.
<p>A quick Google search on healthcare workplace violence provides some interesting backstory. A <a href="http://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2011/03/understanding-patient-violence-health-care-workers.html">post on KevinMD</a> from 2 years ago illustrates the difference in a primary care setting and an ED setting. The most interesting read is the comments section where things quickly get out of hand. <a href="http://jama.jamanetwork.com/article.aspx?articleid=187017">JAMA has a commentary</a> noting that simple assaults are four times more likely to occur in healthcare, with ED nurses at high risk. A <a href="http://www.workerscompinsider.com/2011/03/are-nurses-and.html">fact sheet from the International Council of Nurses</a> notes that nurses are more likely to be assaulted than police officers and prison guards.</p><p>More likely to be assaulted than police officers and prison guards? The numbers bear out the sense I have, and that most people have that I talked to, that there is an undercurrent of danger in the healthcare workplace. Now, if you read the comments on KevinMD's post, it seems as though some (probably a minority, and not all the posters) feel that our callous disregard for patients somehow balances that out, or that nurses are somehow abusing patients right back. It's hard not to take offence at this; mainly because almost all of us that work in urban EDs honestly do try and do our best. We get socks, and towels, and blankets, and sandwiches, often without complaint, and often in response to shockingly rude requests (as in 'go get me a sandwich now' as I walk by a room where a very not sick patient is standing outside glaring at staff). We deal with drunk people who routinely slap, kick, and punch people, and high people, and crazy people, all of whom are unpredictable. I've been cussed at, yelled at, spit at, my life threatened by a convicted felon for not giving antibiotics (FYI, if someone says 'do you KNOW who I am?' it's probably not a good idea to actually check the state registry of convictions). And that's last year alone. Somehow I find it hard to believe that I and the staff around me are so callous, cruel, and unfeeling that I deserve this treatment.</p><p>I'm not even the vulnerable one. I talked to a number of nurses about that triage desk, putting a shiny, trendy face out to the parking lot in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. Now, statistics say that she (or he) is no more likely to be the victim of gun violence than any other healthcare worker--which I suppose, statistically, I can take at face value. But what about the torrent of abuse otherwise? What about the verbal abuse, the pushes, and all the rest? Because I'm pretty darn sure almost none of that gets reported. Imagine, if you are an ED nurse, filling out an incident report for every incidence of violence or threat that you are subject to on a regular shift. I'm not sure what the solution is, but I'm pretty sure a new waiting room isn't it; sounds like lipstick on a pig to me.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-71908516545610264082012-10-21T07:19:00.000-06:002012-10-21T07:19:01.370-06:00Controlling Costs<p>Clinical Vignette: 62 yo F, smoker, presents to ED with sudden onset severe, stabbing lateral neck pain for four hours, non-radiating, with no trauma. Pain does not radiate (i.e., does not move from place to place). She has diaphoresis (spontaneous sweating). She has had muscle spasm before, but never like this. No recent yoga, chiropractic adjustment. No headache. No vision loss or weakness. Vital signs: temp 97.8 F, pulse 102, respiratory rate 20, blood pressure 194/96, pulse ox 91% on room air. Exam, normal except for diaphoreses, and tenderness over the insertion of the paraspinous muscles on the L. There is no ptosis, no dryness of half the face, and eye movements are normal; all pulses are equivalent.</p><p>What did you think of for a differential diagnosis?</p><p>Most likely, you thought of muscle spasm; if you've been reading recent case reports, the pertinent negatives of yoga and chiropractic adjustment raised the spectre of vertebral artery dissection, and the clue of a smoking history and hypertension with no history of this in the past might have made you a bit uneasy. On exam, diaphoresis may have made you uneasy, but there is no neurologic deficit to lean on, and the tenderness of the muscles of the neck can be used to support spasm.</p><p>So, now the rubber meets the road: what do you do? If this case is being presented to you as a case on oral boards, there is an answer, and the heart rate, blood pressure, pulse ox, and respiratory rate must all be addressed and treated, and you can bet that there is a diagnosis waiting to be found. If this is a teaching conference, then most likely it is in the conference because there is a great case to be found as well.</p><p>In those cases, 'what do you do' would probably be met with the knee-jerk treatment for a potentially sick patient in the ED--two large bore IVs (or at least one), cardiac monitor, EKG, oxygen for the pulse ox, a full spread of labs, and symptomatic treatment to start, followed by imaging or a procedure to find the answer; either advanced neuroimaging, or, given the neck stiffness, a lumbar puncture for hemorrhage or infection I would guess. However, 'what do you do' in a community ED setting is quite different. Usually, I would venture a guess that this patient would get a dose of strong narcotic pain medication, probably with an IV because it's a richer community hospital and she doesn't have a long history of visits; she's also polite, and white, and not asking for drugs by name. An EKG probably is done, and some labs. Often there's some spice to the narcotic based on experience and training--some valium, or some oral cyclobenzaprine (a muscle relaxant and sedative), or oral tramadol (a useless hypnotic pain medication), or droperidol (another sedative), or some other such medication. </p><p>There's a gap in these two approaches, isn't there? And yet, in the vast majority of cases, the community approach will work. You perform a focused exam and chase definite findings, then chart like crazy that you considered heart attacks, PEs, dissections, and such, and send the patient home with some hydrocodone to help with your Press-Ganey scores. Most of the time--probably 99 out of a hundred or more, in this case--you will get away with this, meaning there will not be a bad outcome at home. Most of the time, this will also represent good care, in that the patient will feel better and not be harmed in any significant way, either by a miss, or by a harm inadvertently committed by the medical community.</p><p>But, once in a blue moon, this will be the zebra. We call rare disorders 'zebras' based on a saying often heard in medical training--when you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras. That is, common things are common and most of the time that's what the patient has. Something common. However, more and more of our conferences and training ask us to find the uncommon, especially in Emergency Medicine. The zebra here is a vascular dissection; with neck pain in the back, a vertebral artery dissection, or a tear in the wall of the blood vessel on the left that travels up both sides of the neck in the back. The downside of missing this diagnosis would be stroke or severe neurologic impairment. It is, however, very rare; so rare that it's hard to tell how often it happens. There is an association with recent chiropractic adjustment, minor neck trauma, and even yoga, but it's hard to tell if this is a true association or rather the result of a hard search for causes of something terrible, since these often happen in young people. Smoking is also associated.</p><p>I did look for the zebra in this patient. She got a CT of the chest with neck after a discussion with the radiologist. The case will not appear in any presentations or journals; the study was normal. She felt better, and went home, probably with cervical muscle spasm; I did actually give her a bit of hydrocodone/APAP.</p><p>I wrestled with the decision for a while (meaning, since I'm an ER doc, about thirty seconds of hard thought). I'm still new-ish, and coming out of residency we often say that it's good to be overly cautious, and if you think of doing a scan, the right thing to do is to get that scan, so you avoid misses. But it also had to do with our doctor-patient relationship; she was very uncomfortable, sweaty, and hypertensive compared to normal. Yes, I'm jaded, but 194/96 and sweaty is a bad combination occasionally. And this is why costs in our system will be hard to contain. I wasn't overly worried about being sued; our state is not bad as far as climates go for malpractice, and I was certain I could chart well in this case. I would say I considered vertebral artery dissection, but the patient had no neurologic signs or symptoms and responded well to medication. But all of those worrisome little signs added up to a CT scan that cost a ton of money and carried with it the risk of radiation and kidney injury, both rare in their own right, but probably about as prevalent as the bad outcome I was trying to avoid. The problem is, you and your patient will never know which rare bad outcome you might get. It's easy to make a decision if you say to a patient the following: 'you could go home now, but I know for certain that you happen to be in the 0.01% of people I will see in my career with neck pain who have a vertebral artery dissection, and in 18 hours, you will suddenly collapse, lose your vision, and be unable to walk, resulting in a long nursing home stay and a lifetime of disability--would you like a CT scan to catch that for you?' I can't say that. Never will be able to. And until I figure out how to deal with that risk, I'll continue to order CT scans based on gestalt, and probably order a lot of 'useless' scans, with a few scans that catch obscure diagnoses and thus reinforce the cycle. It's a lot more complicated than it seems when we say 'stop ordering useless CT scans'. You try it.</p>
Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-60826715837126871532012-10-17T14:00:00.000-06:002012-10-17T14:00:25.785-06:00Shortages<p>With 42 in the waiting room, I'm almost relieved to hear an ambulance call that could actually bring someone who needs me. JZ is a 72 year-old male brought in by ambulance with a chief complaint of syncope--while raking leaves, no less--and a heart-rate of 220. Somehow, the nurse taking the call converts this to 'SVT', or hears 'SVT' somewhere, and thus has no concern when giving me the report at all. I have doubts, for many reasons, most of which I arrive at after playing a game of 'which of these is not like the other': old man, fainting, and SVT. SVT is for young, healthy women who had too much caffeine. We get ready in the normal way for a sick patient; suction, monitors, waiting in the room, gloves on, airway cart and code cart at the ready. It's a preparatory routine to ward off the certain death that comes from complacency; if I had decided to finish my charts first, he would, of course, be coding on arrival.</p><p>I am right to doubt the report; the paramedic report is V-tach as they are moving him over to the gurney, not SVT. They had a rate of 220 on the monitor, and tried adenosine to no avail, seeing a couple of 'runs of SVT' which I can't really comment on as I didn't see them. The 2005 ACLS guidelines, though, do allow for adenosine in a wide-complex rhythm, so it's appropriate, it just doesn't get me off the hook. At any rate, he does have the life-threatening arrhythmia one would expect in a syncopal 72 year-old man with a heart rate over 200. The ugly wide kind. Regular and sawtooth.</p><p>In boards fashion, what you as the reader 'see and hear' from the bedside is not re-assuring; his eyes are closed, but he opens them to voice and does respond in a faint voice to name. He is pale, diaphoretic--ashen, really--with only a palpable carotid pulse, and just a lot of reinflation and beeping from the automated BP cuff. In vain I check for a ICD--an implanted device that would self-shock the patient if he went into this rhythm. Nothing. He is 'unprotected', so to speak. Despite this he is not writhing or moaning; he is in fact eerily quiet and still, as if concentrating on existing. I have to continually ask him if he's still with us. This is slightly more worrisome than the complaining I've been listening to all night long.</p><p>ACLS and resuscitation in general are pretty clear on this one--he needs electricity. Specifically, he needs about 200 J of electricity from some nice pads on his chest. But, he's awake, and responds, knows his surroundings. He has no pain, only trouble breathing. I'm about to change that, or at least the pain part. To sedate, or not?</p><p>These days I think it's approaching standard of care to provide sedation for this poor gentleman. He's just minding his own business, it would be poor form to shock him without some sort of medicine to at least help him forget the experience. So, I ask for the absolute best drug in this case--etomidate.</p><p>Etomidate is trustworthy, used for RSI all the time, has a rapid onset, produces amnesia and sedation, but is relatively easy on blood pressure. It's main side-effect, myoclonus (jerking of the extremities) really doesn't matter in this case. My other alternatives are poor. Propofol has a strong effect on blood pressure, especially in the elderly, and lower than palpable carotid is way too close to zero. Ketamine, alternatively, is a sympathomimetic, and will accelerate his blood pressure but will also increase the drive to his heart, which is already in overdrive, and will probably constrict the blood vessels to his heart, probably not a good choice in a man potentially having an MI, or at the very least a fair amount of strain with known coronary artery disease. Mixing the two is possible and currently in vogue (via the 'Ketafol' prepartion) but any use of ketamine could be dangerous. Versed and Fentanyl are slow and have blood pressure effects in combination similar to propofol.</p><p>I turn to our pharmacist and ask for 10 mg of etomidate, only to get the answer 'we don't have any'. 'Not any, or just not a lot?' 'None in the whole hospital'. What I said next under my breath is not quite reproducible. And so, the drug shortages progress from annoying in the case of no compazine for the routine migraine to downright dangerous; I now have no comparatively safe way to sedate this poor fellow.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<p>Someone finally auscultates a pressure of about 70/40, but that's not making me feel better; fluids are started, and I'm about to go ahead with the lightning bolt/horse kick to the chest when he magically converts to a slow atrial fibrillation and improves his pressure to 100 systolic. </p><p>Bullet dodged. What could have been done otherwise? As I haven't used it much in the last year, I forgot about push-dose pressors; a small, peripheral IV push of phenylephrine is comparatively safe and will buy me enough space to use propofol in this patient. But seriously, what are we to do about these shortages? There is a short list of drugs for which there really is not a good substitute. Could I use an alternate? Sure. But etomidate is a drug I've used hundreds of times and had the exact profile I wanted. Why compromise in this case?</p>
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<p>His exam was odd; his GCS was about 12 with confused speech, eye opening to voice, and localization, but he seemed to favor his right side. Sugar was again normal and a focused airway exam revealed an intact gag. I watched him for about 15 minutes, and he improved, consistent with a post-ictal state, so was sent for CT. </p><p>Of course, it was no post-ictal state, but a spontaneous ICH. He declined again and was intubated. In retrospect, though, this was not a surprise; at the foot of the bed he already didn't 'smell' post-ictal. Think of how many post-seizure patients we see; this is a very typical patient, usually a brief or non-existent work-up, maybe a load of AED, and discharge. But the persistent altered patient...time to think a bit more. You can use the AEIOU TIPS pneumonic, standing for alcohol, endocrine causes (hypoglycemia), infection, opiates, uremia, trauma, intracranial causes, poisoning, or stroke; but the pneumonic can represent a trap of sorts. Some require more prioritization than others and vastly different treatments. Unless you give IV dextrose, narcan, ceftriaxone, and charcoal via NG after LP and intubation to every altered patient, more work is needed to get to the bottom of it. Start with the sick/not sick question; if you think they're sick in your gut, get to the bottom of it.</p><p><italic><a href="http://drugsinfonewslineireland.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/16-an-empty-whiskey-bottle-on-the-frozen-royal-canal-at-cabra-dublin-ireland.jpg">Photo Credit</a></italic></p><a href="https://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-via="adandersen">Tweet</a>
<script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-14154350139404267452012-09-14T02:04:00.001-06:002012-09-14T02:04:49.981-06:00Frequent Flyer<p>As he's moved over to the stretcher, he complains of chest pain 'just like his past MI'. Sweet! Admit! says my inside voice. To be perfectly honest, at 3 in the morning, the rest of the history is window dressing. Hypertensive. Then he adds on. On dialysis, missed the last 'couple'. And he fell down nine stairs, with a bump on the head. And he's on coumadin due to a prior PE.</p><p>I was already done, now I'm even more so; when I go to his chart to look at his history, though, the true story emerges. Every four days, he has a discharge summary; each one essentially the same. Came to ED, needed dialysis, admitted, dialyzed, sent home.</p><p>These are the people that are eventually easier to just buy an apartment and a social worker for. Each of these visits gets billed out, each time labs are drawn, IV meds given. Reminds me of someone getting their liver eaten and then pushing a rock up a hill...</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-85477856565652564602012-06-23T20:01:00.000-06:002012-06-23T20:01:49.963-06:00Pellet Gun<p>Normally they don't hurt this much; even birdshot is more of a nuisance, really, than true pain. I saw one guy with about thirty pellets in the side of his face and chest who didn't really need more than a dose of pain medicine. So I'm taken aback that he's sweating and arching before I even push on his belly. The sweat and penetrating trauma don't go together well. Heart rate's over 120--but it's just a bb. Can't be that bad, right?</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiw12u49UIHOm2D3Fq1BCTL3R_HrCoZ2e2mfcQaRFMbiXSyJoPu5jPtQMT58Qy09c9VDe7MD-mF2doUyeuRkycFiFJg2AVY4nYbrQuHHNetyseG68EHHbE3tkk_coTp_0WXxvbvKVb7wc/s1600/pellets2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="235" width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiw12u49UIHOm2D3Fq1BCTL3R_HrCoZ2e2mfcQaRFMbiXSyJoPu5jPtQMT58Qy09c9VDe7MD-mF2doUyeuRkycFiFJg2AVY4nYbrQuHHNetyseG68EHHbE3tkk_coTp_0WXxvbvKVb7wc/s320/pellets2.jpg" /></a><p>He had come in with mom through front triage, and the nurses, bless them, had already labeled her hysterical. One nurse says 'she doesn't think we're doing enough to take care of them'. Ok, fine, but...'I think the bb is still in there', mom says, worried. She didn't see what happened and the patient is not in the mood. So, look for other witnesses--his friend. The bb gun, or air rifle, was really close when it went off. Like, <i>really</i> close. Neither one thought it was loaded. Mom pushes around the tiny dimple of exposed, red, subcutaneous tissue through the center of the wound in the lower stomach. 'I could feel it', she says, 'and now it's gone'. Has <i>anyone</i> seen the bb? No?</p><p>I can't feel it either, so x-ray it is; on the lateral abdominal film, it's deep, and there's that subtle rim of free air on the decubitus film. It's just a bb! That no one found because it's deep to the intestines. Away he goes, stable, luckily.</p><p>Moms certainly do go after those who harm their little ones at times, and yes, they can be hard to deal with. But if mom says she 'feels the bb', maybe that's because she carried this 14 year old boy inside for 10 months and nursed him for years, and can 'feel' the bb through the layers of fat, muscle, and peritoneum. So if she's worried, I'm worried.</p><p>Pellet and air guns have a muzzle velocity at times as great as a hunting rifle. The energy is low because of the low mass of the pellet or bb, but in this case, it wasn't the energy--it was the penetration.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-27466976657843070452011-12-14T14:50:00.001-07:002012-06-23T20:09:11.642-06:00No, I Won't Do It.<p>There's this article, by some dude from Detroit called Rivers, perhaps you've heard of it--some weirdness about "Early Goal Directed Therapy" and some "Surviving Sepsis" type thing. Anyway, the upshot is that anyone who is septic--that is, has signs of a severe, overwhelming infection--should be aggressively resuscitated with tons of fluids, invasive monitoring, antibiotics, pressors, transfusion if needed, preferably (according to the original article) with expensive, slick-looking catheters. The kinds of catheters BMW would make if they were in the medical supply business. The kinds of catheters the resident gets yelled at for breaking.</p><p>This idea has saved a lot of lives, with interventions, and also with increased screening. However, the catheters have downsides; even the Toyota versions rather than the BMW versions are invasive. There's a big needle, and a wire, and it's stuck in a big vein, usually next to an artery, just above the lung. So, bad stuff can happen, and it's not like a Swedish Massage, either.</p><p>This seventy-eight, looks ninety-eight lady is brought in from the nursing home in her bathrobe because she's 'not acting right'. Of course, she's non-verbal at baseline, and lays on her side until someone turns her. Her legs are atrophied and contractured up so they no longer straighten. Her skin is taught like parchment. She looks at nothing, just generally up; one could imagine she looks to her eventual home. She doesn't moan or wail or complain--there's not enough left, I don't think. And yet, she's a so-called 'full code'--that is, we, as the medical establishment, should do <i>everything</i> to save her life, including push on her chest and break her ribs to force blood up to her damaged brain, put a tube in her throat, and stick her with needles.</p><p>Well, I'm sorry, family that can't accept the loss of your loved one that happened years ago with the first stroke, I'm not doing it.</p><p>I'm not going to lay her in a position where her head slopes down to make the vein bigger, clean her neck, and stick a long hollow needle in her neck. Do you know why? Because she's going to cry out, and try to move her atrophied, useless limbs towards me under the drape. Or worse yet, not even move. And I can't explain to her what we're doing. I can't tell her that there are risks to this but we should do it to bring her back to her baseline, because she can't respond at her baseline.</p><p>Those of us on the front lines are learning when to say no. No, this poor lady in the twilight doesn't need to be harpooned. She's going away gently already. The central line doesn't beat back time, or raise the veil.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-86151993401891338662011-09-13T14:21:00.000-06:002011-12-14T14:37:29.474-07:00In The Scanner...<p style="font-family:Trebuchet MS">They have to bring the CT bed all the way out from the scanner to reveal a foot-long rubberized platform; I consider standing on it for a second, then straddle it. The oximeter beeps. This chubby nine-year old breathes shallowly, eyes closed. The tool box is open beside us.</p><p>One of the RTs starts bagging for me; I've seen him multiple times, a large, happy presence at the head of the bed with great confidence that's infectious. Then we push drugs and thank you dear lord the clean, pink, kid-beautiful cords pop into view for the tube, and I've just tubed in the CT scanner. I breathe at the same time he does.</p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLtRaB6RGKN53iFVSn9Gf_CeVES_iqdZE9oDgpJ5Pb8mDLmoG9jfyUBYXgtuqI16jkUeSPyeMCkNTIA1hgs-puuT79XTm5N2PCsK_T1Ip_CiPdddicjj3OQZl3C8q9hrmM8LYQb12McVi/s1600/rearview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="216" width="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLtRaB6RGKN53iFVSn9Gf_CeVES_iqdZE9oDgpJ5Pb8mDLmoG9jfyUBYXgtuqI16jkUeSPyeMCkNTIA1hgs-puuT79XTm5N2PCsK_T1Ip_CiPdddicjj3OQZl3C8q9hrmM8LYQb12McVi/s320/rearview.jpg" /></a></div><p style="font-family:Trebuchet MS">It's a maxim in Emergency Medicine that you never send anyone to the scanner that's unstable, because they die. The worst words you can year overhead aren't 'code 4', but 'MD to the CT scanner', because that means you've inadvertently caused someone to crash (or, at least, that's how it feels). This kid was hit in the head by the side window of a car driving by his school, and had been asking for his mom in spanish for about twenty minutes; he was sleepy enough for me to follow him down the hall, through three sets of double doors, and to sit in the CT control room, so I was there when his pulse ox was suddenly 86%. I'm pretty sure my staff walked into the control room just as I was passing the tube, and he looked a little pale when I updated him. Everything's under control. No problems. Just a bit of reversible hypoxemia. For both of us, since I didn't breathe the whole time.</p><p style="font-family:Trebuchet MS">He ended up not having much of anything; probably a bad concussion. Lucky, for all of us. Beware that scanner down the hall.Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-45461481851491915022010-11-25T00:26:00.001-07:002011-12-14T14:29:44.748-07:00I'm Back<p style="font-family:Trebuchet MS">Time to come back. It's been along time away. Years, in fact. Got caught up in survival, and forgot how to talk about what we're doing. I graduated. Found a job. And the stories got even stranger. Plus, I got discovered; so, I had to change my name, and in today's climate, it was a scary thing, I'll tell you, to get discovered. So, I assume if you're reading this you're either bored, or you're a Chinese spam company trying to sell me some sort of Nigerian bank stock deal. Welcome in the first case, Ni hao in the second. Read on. And check back for the best of the urban, suburban, inane, and sublime.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-10244943790134093772010-08-09T12:57:00.000-06:002010-08-09T12:57:41.337-06:00Dirty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LvBHLwJgCP2b2qcpzYBAtzO_gdKTbQtWWLPAli5zIEIsJC0hFMRy-Bn28UoZyx8xPAZVYUdK-oENLgq2-XgQbp5i5SeY9el1WzZwqRyktnnU5vn0Zy1lIvVuLH5D3WAchE_7bg02SOBA/s1600/oxycodone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LvBHLwJgCP2b2qcpzYBAtzO_gdKTbQtWWLPAli5zIEIsJC0hFMRy-Bn28UoZyx8xPAZVYUdK-oENLgq2-XgQbp5i5SeY9el1WzZwqRyktnnU5vn0Zy1lIvVuLH5D3WAchE_7bg02SOBA/s200/oxycodone.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Normally, when a patient says, "Thank you, Dr. Novitius, you're a great doctor", one would expect a swell of pride. Instead, I am cheap and hollow. Almost embarrassed. I consider not taking her outstretched hand for a second. The reason for that, dear reader, is the script I have just handed her.<br />
I had seen the prior notes. She has all the markers. She has an underlying, painful diagnosis. She has recurrent pain for which I have no good <i>long-term</i> treatment. But, oh, do I have a great short-term treatment. A short-term treatment that ensures repeat business. That sweet, sweet nectar known as 'dee-luadid'. Ask for it by name at your local emergency department.<br />
She has pain contracts. She has pain clinics. She splits them; those 'bad' doctors who don't listen to her, that she has fired in the past. Perhaps she fired them in order to redress the power imbalance, to make it feel less like they're the dealer and she's the mark. Her GI doctor, of course, has deferred to PMD, and she says the PMD has told her to come to the ED for pain control. This may, or may not, be true. Either way, she's here.<br />
I have nine other patients in process. A huge stroke, intubated in the trauma bay. A small, real stroke, in a nice grandmother of a colleague. A dislocated lens. A sodium of 117. A short-of-breath dialysis patient with a pressure of 220/110, wheezing. My pant leg is covered in urine from a spilled urinal that, thankfully, was dilute and not infected. This woman needs to go.<br />
I don't fight the good fight. I cave. I write the script, for a small amount. She requests the methadone, and thankfully I do not have the special license for that. I'm her dealer. And, I've essentially ensured she'll return.<br />
For the same reason that I caved and wrote the prescription, I shake her hand. Head down, I excuse myself from the private room, noting how easily she moves around, how her voice is clear and she shows no sign of distress. I try to mentally wash my hands and move on.<br />
We're creating a new epidemic of drug abuse, and shifting people from street drugs to our own supply. Certainly, in some ways that's safer than before; but I don't remember them talking about this feeling, this dirtiness, when they reminded me a gazillion times in medical school to track the patient's pain on a ten-point scale and always address their pain to the point that a number from 1 to 10 is supposed to rival their heart rate, temperature, or pulse oximetry in importance. Imagine that. Pain is treated on a par with oxygen.Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-71399275656924678622009-12-14T17:54:00.000-07:002009-12-24T13:07:39.973-07:00Wait Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiunVfkrfshoo2KcOHn3zuMLo33g4JH4FD3ccznGr7QFmsptO3C1mRA0sHR8MMdFyujOutdoB7jRyDd3Q8bRUfTgM7QhiorjpCLlSMfKeUwxJAewRba5-XddWjEvSB6RwtSSfGAYzsx9pqf/s1600-h/risk.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiunVfkrfshoo2KcOHn3zuMLo33g4JH4FD3ccznGr7QFmsptO3C1mRA0sHR8MMdFyujOutdoB7jRyDd3Q8bRUfTgM7QhiorjpCLlSMfKeUwxJAewRba5-XddWjEvSB6RwtSSfGAYzsx9pqf/s320/risk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418896911647770626" /></a><br /><p>She breathes quietly under the sterile sheet, her breath fogging the plastic window they have provided. Her neck is a pale blue from the chlorhexidine. The white line is prepped and my arms are folded, chin down in a wide-based waiting stance I learned in the OR as a student. I breathe, too, to avoid pacing to the door of the ICU room.</p><p>Outside the fellow is waiting for another consultant to call him back and see if we should place a central line for plasma exchange. He told me to place the line, let me prep, then decided that we should call them. Now we're waiting, silent. I think about small talk but she's under a sheet and it seems too odd.</p><p>It's already been an odd line; I tried a subclavian and missed, which is not unusual, but then felt a pulse under the collarbone, which is, and the monitor started alarming, saying 'v tach' which it says for anything it can't describe. It's a bit like a bad hunting dog that way. But I can't tell and the attempt doesn't feel right so I stop, confirm she didn't have a heart about to stop by talking to her, confirm she has that pulse under her collarbone on both sides, and decide to use ultrasound instead on her neck.</p><p>She's a mom with eight kids so she knows hospitals and she knows pain and she's stoic but I wonder what she's thinking. The plasma exchange is for her kidneys; kidneys that are stopping from accumulated bacterial toxin secreted into her from their hideout in her colon. Perhaps made worse by the antibiotics and anti-diarrheal medication she got at the outside hospital.</p><p>We wait some more. How stupid, this training system. How preposterous. I can't move until he says so. Six years of medical training and I'm a puppy on a leash to a supervising cricital care fellow who can't decide by himself if he wants to put in a central line or not. He also continued her antibiotics, which we shouldn't have done. And forgot to call nephrology that night. At least he didn't re-start her anti-diarrheal.</p><p>The reason not to treat and not to stop the diarrhea comes from the suicidal tendancies of the bacteria. As they die, they release all their toxin, worsening the problem. The diarrhea, as uncomfortable as it is, allows at least some of the toxin to escape.<p>It's partly my own fault. I'm off my home turf, in theICU, so I'm less likely to actually speak up, but often as a resident you have to choose--do I stick up for this or just shut up and pass on the bad decision? The reason for me to pass on the bad decision is, well, I might be wrong; but that's happening less, and now my thoughts are more likely to be at least substantiated somewhere. The other reason is that even if you are right, some of our teachers are set in their ways, and they may just continue anyway even if you're right. Then you just get yelled at for no benefit. </p><p>So I wait. ICUs have their own background music. Chimes, and bells. The alarm for a heart rhythm that will kill in minutes is the same as if a sticker monitoring the patient falls off, so to listen to these alerts is useless. Just let them lull you to sleep.</p><p>Finally the OK is given. The line is placed. Dark blood easily filling a syringe in the neck is gratifying, meaning I'm in the right place, not the oh-crap-pull-the-needle-out-and-hold-pressure-and-hope-she-doesn't-stroke-or-bleedout-place. Dressings placed, dated. Line confirmed. Checklists completed. Dressing off. Head of bed up. Now if only we didn't have people getting in our way, we could maybe get some work done.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-25996008485286909082009-11-04T12:20:00.000-07:002010-08-09T13:03:49.068-06:00Sugar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zIjMEb-RPGPtWNuMEhtGO-3hLSNebjmr2ruu9hF3iBIjyaKusSd2m9zGLFQmAJxuu9-gP9SVXq7yVv9ee923ch8GuwM9ucy1yJPKSmvNyGYqsDAHfUXvjAg5RUlHWnUUggsGwbsjii0V/s1600-h/800px-Sugar_2xmacro.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zIjMEb-RPGPtWNuMEhtGO-3hLSNebjmr2ruu9hF3iBIjyaKusSd2m9zGLFQmAJxuu9-gP9SVXq7yVv9ee923ch8GuwM9ucy1yJPKSmvNyGYqsDAHfUXvjAg5RUlHWnUUggsGwbsjii0V/s320/800px-Sugar_2xmacro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400330734057972610" /></a><p>I don't know what the role of hypoglycemia in resuscitation is; all I know for sure is that both patients I've taken care of with an initial FSG reading of 'lo' that had an associated cardiac arrest didn't survive, even if the problem was addressed. Ideas? Maybe there's something to candy, after all.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-72858566150929273172009-11-04T11:58:00.000-07:002010-08-09T13:03:49.070-06:00"Let grief be your sister, she will whether or not"<p>The paramedics call to base for support for a PNB, which is run-of-the-mill, two or three times a shift. Either they have brought the patient back, or they want to stop, or they want to keep going, and they need our OK.</p><p>They called from the middle of a basketball court, doing CPR in the center circle on the son, cousin, and uncle of the well-dressed audience, watching and holding each other. A twenty-year old who collapsed stone-cold dead between the second and third free throw, falling backwards.</p><p>Round three of the typical three is already done when they call, asking for transport, for continuation; reaching for the refuge of hope that drugs like bicarb and lidocaine after amiodarone represent, some extra tool to throw at death when you're not ready to give up yet.</p><p>Everyone there did everything right. The coach started CPR, the EMT basic delivered one shock before the paramedics got there, they placed a combitube rather than an ET tube and ran the show. IV was placed on arrival. By the time they called me, though, it had been almost thirty minutes. Move to the rig. Move to the rig, out of the gym, away from the people all around. I ask one or two times, are you comfortable going 1099. Negative, they say. The mom is with us in the rig. OK, then. Come to the hospital.</p><p>The team knows this is theatre, to some extent. That doesn't mean we try any less hard, or that our compressions are too shallow, or that we breathe at the wrong rate. It means as soon as he rolls in, CPR still going, sadness rises in place of hope.</p><p>At the head, I see his fixed and dilated pupils; the c-collar in place because he fell backwards and maybe it's trauma, I take off, because it's not trauma, it's a heart that got too big for itself. With the first pulse check the tube is placed and confirmed. We do three rounds of drugs, CPR all the time, switching every two minutes, stomach decompressed. I can see mom ten feet from the foot, being held, eyes fixed on her son that an hour ago was running up and down the court. Not prowling the street selling drugs, not driving drunk, not stabbed by some dude while minding his own business; not doing the things so many of our other visitors do.</p><p>Our staff gives the warning shot. I'm going to tell mom it's not going well, he says, and one more round. </p><p>The nurse keeps the alarms off. Only the sound of 100 a minute compressions and 10 a minute bag-valve-mask ventilation. It's a soft sound. Rhythmic. The sound of our best tool, our best way to keep someone alive in the short term. The sound of failure. </p><p>We stop. A door shuts for the others in the room and mom drops to the floor, wailing and gasping for air. We help her to a cot to support the weight she cannot support herself. She breathes underwater, eyes on nothing.</p><p>There is no question of why. I know why this happened, the story is the classic presentation of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HOCM">this</a>. No, there's no 'why'. There's just the next patient, and a sensation over the back of the head as if a window were just opened on a winter's evening, as the stickers are taken off and our patient is covered with clean white blankets.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-76687551957437905672009-10-09T07:47:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.072-06:00Holy Crap It's Been ForEVER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaJdRhXkebGgj27KSJEIDjoQoWvb-5CpGQ99Kn21O5JcnXevurZ7sUqcDwLmMLxMDbCWFG_gIizRM6LPCKl0WyhEQYXaXhzbF8PpOTGwhQGlD8X5N4RRVBART7MhXSfYHXnjKZ6slvPKN/s1600-h/2713053534_49fefc628a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaJdRhXkebGgj27KSJEIDjoQoWvb-5CpGQ99Kn21O5JcnXevurZ7sUqcDwLmMLxMDbCWFG_gIizRM6LPCKl0WyhEQYXaXhzbF8PpOTGwhQGlD8X5N4RRVBART7MhXSfYHXnjKZ6slvPKN/s200/2713053534_49fefc628a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390605167641677570" /></a><br /><p>...since I last posted. Sorry!</p><p>I've been at ACEP and looking for jobs and generally trying to live life while also remodeling a flooded basement and just being a resident. Somehow that interferes with posting. I'll try to post the best nuggets from the conference as I go through all the syllabi.</p><p>A large, large man came in the second to last shift before I flew out with chest pain. He was a mountain. Chest pain, of course, is our most common complaint, so I went in to talk to him without thinking much about the differential. </p><p>Where do you have pain?</p><p>Right here, he says, indicating his ICD which is so new he has only a partially healed surgical scar over it.</p><p>Did something happen to it?</p><p>Well, yes, my girlfriend punched me in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Implantable_cardioverter-defibrillator">implantable cardioverter-defibrillator</a> (ICD), two times. Like, hard. And I think it went off and now it hurts.</p><p>Um, OK. I walk back out of the room and pull out the algorithm for people punched in the ICD by their girlfriend, which we have filed right behind the STEMI protocol. Interestingly, all pathways end with 'get a new girlfriend'. And, admit them to the hospital for an ICD interrogation and cardiac rule-out. You never know. Maybe he was having ischemia at the same time he got punched <i>twice</i> in the ICD. God I love my job. The hardest part was not laughing. I think I actually did. I think I might have also told him to get a new girlfriend, a vital part of my patient education.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-43577168786839999752009-09-15T14:23:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.074-06:00A What Scratched You?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlFu9uR3D10Vjx-YQ1IcCI7h6ZlD2eNHyChF26dMPV1UW_Aaa2h5P9kvetipmCFOMl2jCtQurjX4HTlxVuLz6R345tgSGcpBzwW2wcH5rxPjCBkr6AHq1i9SeTn8_qTsiZXKixFi-y79c/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlFu9uR3D10Vjx-YQ1IcCI7h6ZlD2eNHyChF26dMPV1UW_Aaa2h5P9kvetipmCFOMl2jCtQurjX4HTlxVuLz6R345tgSGcpBzwW2wcH5rxPjCBkr6AHq1i9SeTn8_qTsiZXKixFi-y79c/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381803305981827970" /></a><br /><p>I officially have a new favorite chief complaint by ambulance. Mouse scratch.</p><p>Paged out as such, I didn't know what to expect but at 3 am I was ready for the worst...not really. I was ready for what I got.</p> <blockquote>There were tons of mice in my house, one ran over the covers or over the bed, I freaked out, and while I was scrubbing myself down with alcohol solution and soap my leg stung and I noticed this tiny l'il scratch about 5 cm long that barely broke the skin. Oh yeah, I'm wearing a finger splint with a sharp edge on it. But I was worried it was the mouse that got me and maybe I need rabies or tetanus.</blockquote><p>Um, tetanus OK. Rabies no. More importantly, since it's three in the morning and you're the only to be seen, how many mice exactly?</p><p>Mice on the curtains, mice in the kitchen, in the closet, in the bedroom, kids screamin', can't do their homework, traps out catch ten at a time. OK, so, um, you don't really need me. You need some dude with bad chemicals that has to wear rubber gloves that'll fix your problem. Needing a tetanus shot is, well, the least of your very disturbing, disgusting worries.</p><p>Third world at home, folks. Third world at home. Instead of the taxpayers picking up the am-boo-lance ride, perhaps we should pay for the exterminator.</p><p>FYI, <a href="http://www.cdc.gov/vaccines/pubs/surv-manual/chpt16-tetanus.htm#9">CDC tetanus recs: </a>booster if more than five years from past tetanus booster. Immune globulin for those who have not received their normal immunizations, or who are unknown. So-called 'clean, minor wounds' can wait up to 10 years and should never get immune globulin, but I rarely see that happening.</p><p><a href="http://www.cdc.gov/rabies/">CDC recs for rabies </a>are more compliated. First, what animal. If a dog, cat, or ferret--i.e., pets--no treatment is needed unless the pet is thought to be rabid, so if you have the pet, you can watch it. If wild--i.e., scary furry critters like racoons, skunks, foxes, or, notably, bats--immunize as below. If livestock, call public health. Gerbils are probably OK. </p><p>Treatment is irrigation with povidone-iodine or the like, rabies immune globulin at the site of the wound AND at a distant site if you can't infiltrate all of it, in addition to the rabies vaccine at 0, 3, 7, 14, and 28 days, in the shoulder, not in the tummy like I was afraid of when I was a kid. Apparently <a href="http://myemergencymedicineblog.blogspot.com/">according to another blogger </a>this just changed with ACIP but not with CDC; perhaps we'll be able to skip the last dose.</p><p><small><a href="http://">photo credit</a></small></p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-29808728436343446562009-09-11T15:33:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.077-06:00Thanks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SUWYyllJhH7fsVmkOle8Wjlb63vsQg8OaI7sNllhQfgykpTCYfEBEH9qPWmFAHyTv0RSXfEjTZpE9dNxC_mkQ3QLp_K7NRkUFr9qU8ORFtcf9TmhSs8ph0yy9s4pmNS1P_dfRqBBVQGZ/s1600-h/63384_11_7_2007_2_26_38_am_-_iwo-9-11-final.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SUWYyllJhH7fsVmkOle8Wjlb63vsQg8OaI7sNllhQfgykpTCYfEBEH9qPWmFAHyTv0RSXfEjTZpE9dNxC_mkQ3QLp_K7NRkUFr9qU8ORFtcf9TmhSs8ph0yy9s4pmNS1P_dfRqBBVQGZ/s400/63384_11_7_2007_2_26_38_am_-_iwo-9-11-final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380326362245697586" /></a>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-48437638313110673592009-09-11T14:54:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.079-06:00Multi-Tasking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFS6y-3eocwcixbV-CAO564zLctHQAAXumpzS6of7osxPxdcy_zRfN4tm-ZGV9h8dWK2N71xS8mNt2qYlfKgqj88J6rRCJZiGRO_1JZfRF1Hksz2MwS6p1lUSI-d84diWXd2ZV_gDJlvPF/s1600-h/multitasking.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFS6y-3eocwcixbV-CAO564zLctHQAAXumpzS6of7osxPxdcy_zRfN4tm-ZGV9h8dWK2N71xS8mNt2qYlfKgqj88J6rRCJZiGRO_1JZfRF1Hksz2MwS6p1lUSI-d84diWXd2ZV_gDJlvPF/s200/multitasking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380317793383534946" /></a><br /><p>Finally, got a real night shift.</p><p>At one point, I was gowned up holding direct pressure on a spurting radial artery wound after some dude had punched his way through a window. My headset (yes, we wear headsets, and they're only slightly metrosexual) goes off asking me to come to the trauma bay to supervise an airway as we do for any trauma during our second year. I get someone to take over for me and walk down towards the bay, talking on the phone to hand surgery. I don't even know the name of the radial artery bleed, only the room, since I walked in on the heels of EMS. I re-gown for the airway, check the tube and end-tidal CO2, manage vent settings, and while I'm placing an OG tube the radiologist calls me, also on my headset, to tell me about a new cerebellar stroke found on the patient right next to the radial artery bleed.</p><p>Despite myself, I smile. This is EM. I realize deep down that it all makes sense. It was the right choice. </p><p>Also ran my first PNB over the EMS radio and tubed a drunk lady with a huge laceration of her posterior while wading through the headaches and abdominal pains and two decompensated cirrhotics.</p><p><a href="http://neilperkin.typepad.com/only_dead_fish/">picture credit</a>, an interesting blog on communication found by an image search for 'multitasking'.Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-9219694329408117502009-08-25T14:17:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.081-06:00Why My Daughters Are Going to Have the HPV Vaccine Strongly Suggested To Them<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhHXJ7eocBynglnMjw1JUnhHCu-n1Nnm4iT9Yf2iHGxtLLqhOUFzjfuKR1X7xMn_kOe2W6vSe4vrZxRbXpCqo8Uhh6b0hE6D79LCaZSR15WO-mrSqAPDKMGSg8oO3qqGppc3J8wqd49ki/s1600-h/CIN_1-HPV_on_ThinPrep.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhHXJ7eocBynglnMjw1JUnhHCu-n1Nnm4iT9Yf2iHGxtLLqhOUFzjfuKR1X7xMn_kOe2W6vSe4vrZxRbXpCqo8Uhh6b0hE6D79LCaZSR15WO-mrSqAPDKMGSg8oO3qqGppc3J8wqd49ki/s200/CIN_1-HPV_on_ThinPrep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374006815264258562" /></a><br /><p>A beautiful little cherub sits on the stretcher. Not as cute as my kids, of course, but close. She's reading to herself. Groomed. Haircut is stylish. She's a vision of Nordic charm. Then you ask her how she likes her book. 'Good', she says, 'it's called <span style="font-style:italic;">Who Rang the Doorbell</span>'. Hmmm. Voice is all raspy and soft. I can barely hear her.</p><p>That's because she's had genital warts lasered or chopped off her larynx like sixty gajillion times (aka, once every four to six <i>weeks</i> for a year or two). How did she get them? Her mom had asymptomatic HPV at the time of her vaginal delivery that was either missed or tested for and not caught. Now this little girl has to come in and get put under general anesthesia all the time. Today she has re-growth that's 'not too bad' according to the ENT doc. The clusters of new HPV growth are only occluding about 30% of her tracheal opening after six weeks. You can't even see her vocal cords anymore. Her larynx is a tube of scar tissue and virus. There's enough bleeding and swelling after the treatments that she's been hypoxic a few times from acute obstruction, and of course, if she didn't have the surgeries the virus would just keep growing until it blocked her airway and she died.</p><p>Compare that to some local injection reactions from the vaccine. Damn those pharmaceutical companies coercing young women into getting a shot just for profit, and forcing their immoral opinions on our young women.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-39922818750238829622009-08-25T14:08:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.083-06:00Set-Up For Success<p>Normally, intubating children produces angst because we're worried if we miss, but overall they tend to be straightforward as long as you do a few simple things. For young kids, you should have their ear at the level of their anterior shoulder, perhaps put a towel under their shoulder to compensate for their giant <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108174/quotes">heeds</a>, use a straight blade, look up, and you're home free.</p><p>So when the anesthesiologist brings in a wee laddie in a crib in traction, meaning their legs are up in the air, their chin is slouched into their chest, there's no way to approach them straight from above like we normally do, and then he says, "let's intubate him on the crib", and, "I normally don't use a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapid_Sequence_Intubation">paralytic</a>", that's an awesome set up. Sterling. Perfect.</p><p>We ended up using a paralytic. Then I got it the second time. Gives me a lot of respect for paramedics intubating with less than ideal conditions, including in cars, in fields, and so on. However, when you have time, it seems silly to me not to use every advantage the first time, every time. Ironic, since usually the anesthesiologists call us cowboys, not the other way around.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-84050574426000967592009-08-22T15:03:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.085-06:00Healthcare Reform<p><i>Sigh.</i> I guess it's time to finally say something about this circus. About this distraction. About healthcare 'reform'.</p><p>The biggest thing I can say is that we're missing the point completely. The death panel debate is inane and shockingly uninformed and offensive, but it's really a shell game in front of closed-door deals that signal the true agenda of this bill and 'reform': <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/miles-mogulescu/is-obama-a-back-room-blue_b_259780.html">window dressing for business as usual</a>.</p><p>Obama, for all his rhetoric, looks to have sold the public down the river in order to mollify the big contributors, including for-profit hospitals, the insurance agency, and big pharma. How can I say this? Well, it seems obvious that he's agreed to limit contributions from the big players as covered by the NY Times and others. Now, <i>conveniently</i> the dialogue has shifted to co-ops instead of a public option; the 'death panel' idea has been dropped. The talk is about taxing health benefits, requiring people to buy insurance, and avoiding forcing drug companies into concessions on what they charge Medicare, all in the name of 'personal freedom'. These are all shifts away from what he said on the campaign trail, and away from <i>meaningful</i> reform. </p><p>The real show is going on behind closed doors. And if you're not outraged at <i>that</i> as a citizen you're missing the point. The big dogs are off making the real deal while we're busy yelling at each other like morons in 'town hall meetings'. </p><p>The real discussion needs to occur about the possibility of a single-payer, government run system. Unfortunately, with so much money and profit wrapped up in both politics and all aspects of media, it'll never happen. Does that help me as a doctor? Sort of. I'll keep making a higher salary, but I'll also be little more than a profit engine for corporations providing health care struggling to actually take care of patients. We'll still have uneven distribution of outcomes based on socioeconomic status, the CEOs of insurance companies and pharmaceutical companies and hospitals will still make enormous profits, and the president will get his speech. But, overall, very, very little will actually change except you'll be forced to buy crappy insurance.</p><p>What <i>actually</i> needs to happen is to get the monied interests out of the back conference rooms of the white house, and out of congress, and out of politics. When John Adams made his way to the continental congress before we were even a country, he had to do it for free, and he had to close down his law practice to do it. He did it because he <i>loved his country</i>, not for the bennies (which, for current congressmen and women, includes a great health care plan. Notice how they're not talking about giving that up). It's all about campaign finance reform and lobby reform, not health insurance.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-78851677560311980902009-08-22T13:04:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.087-06:00Life-saving skills<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFi8-bhPYBbjRB7Jjl9d8Fd35DZyP8o24pr6iLlUy7HeD89o4bUMtbESk5lDUixjq1Zch3MmkZRriXJdRkluOuFXjrZoA55y1e50XB98KWw_A8du2M7FoUs5oOBhaAq7XEDU_cuzSp52O/s1600-h/800px-Ambu_Bag_valve_mask.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFi8-bhPYBbjRB7Jjl9d8Fd35DZyP8o24pr6iLlUy7HeD89o4bUMtbESk5lDUixjq1Zch3MmkZRriXJdRkluOuFXjrZoA55y1e50XB98KWw_A8du2M7FoUs5oOBhaAq7XEDU_cuzSp52O/s320/800px-Ambu_Bag_valve_mask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372875283944103922" /></a><br /><p>Stuff that saves people is cool. We can all accept that. The things that really save people, though, are usually not what we expect. Helicopter transport, hypothermia with a cool machine that self-regulates, ICU care, monitors that beep and whistle, recombinant clotting factors that cost more than an SUV per ounce, those save people, right?</p><p>Um, maybe; but things that actually do are often eerily simple. Good chest compressions. Needles in the mid-clavicular line. And airway management--with a mask and a chin lift.</p><p>Terrifyingly recently, anesthesiologists would do a suprising number of cases without intubation and without a machine, just bagging the patient with an ambu bag. You breathe for the patient, literally.</p><p>On peds anesthesia this week, the best cases were the ear tubes, becuase for five minutes or so it'd just be me and the bag and the patient not breathing. This skill, as much as intubation, saves lives. Just a bag. No big fiber-optic scope, no fancy stainless steel LED-lit laryngoscope or, as my trauma surgeon called it, 'dog and pony show'.</p><p>It's all well and good to talk about lifting the jaw up into the mask with your pinkie, ring and middle finger spread from behind the jaw to the chin, but like any motor memory task, it takes time to learn it. Once you do, there's no feeling like holding the jaw up, squeezing the bag, and watching that little chest rise just enough to avoid inflating the stomach while still giving them oxygen. And to think we walk around normally breathing without even thinking about it. Want to manage a person's airway? Learn to bag. Don't know what to do with a failed airway? Learn to bag. Save a life.</p><p>/sermon.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-89572576542292576982009-08-22T12:40:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.088-06:00FMOE: What do I do with this rhythm?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoo0xYMrJ2svWJolPG-TALhNyLbCwwkyPrvBvg1S4FpquQcH4xLPZEX-d_4UCA1dbUFJSMVn6TWx0Yyb3F_bpqStxc8gT2r8KnVpkv8pEJ3srS4MNI2N_Ze218b5Zeaib6by3P4JUABuq/s1600-h/Tosadesdepointes.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoo0xYMrJ2svWJolPG-TALhNyLbCwwkyPrvBvg1S4FpquQcH4xLPZEX-d_4UCA1dbUFJSMVn6TWx0Yyb3F_bpqStxc8gT2r8KnVpkv8pEJ3srS4MNI2N_Ze218b5Zeaib6by3P4JUABuq/s320/Tosadesdepointes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372861773541978354" /></a><br /><p>Gimme an M! Gimme an A! Gimme a G! What's that spell? That's right, the electrolyte that's also a code drug. Let's hear it for magnesium. 1 to 2 grams IV like, stat.</p><p>And for all the med students out there? Want an obscure cause of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torsades">Torsdes</a>? Try cardiac sarcoidosis. We had a woman with a strip like the above who we loaded with mag after a self-limited run who had just been diagnosed with sarcoidosis. The cardiac MRI was negative, unfortunately for science, but fortunately for her.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061378505730353319.post-88290145493828428202009-08-22T12:17:00.000-06:002010-08-09T13:03:49.090-06:00Rat Poison<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgz0D0R1AOa1iRNUkJDP7qFtIgVdvYHSRJpAkHTu3F3MWd5ZVCp-T0yXLH1tDYxI7XNfdHolAv_cCXQZxmL0JF48DJjpkMaVprby_EprVbCa6DHh7-972SkhmPDDd77xnzkaKmwhXD1p-/s1600-h/385Inf1942_opt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgz0D0R1AOa1iRNUkJDP7qFtIgVdvYHSRJpAkHTu3F3MWd5ZVCp-T0yXLH1tDYxI7XNfdHolAv_cCXQZxmL0JF48DJjpkMaVprby_EprVbCa6DHh7-972SkhmPDDd77xnzkaKmwhXD1p-/s320/385Inf1942_opt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372859885985281186" /></a><br /><p>He finishes dinner with his wife, the first they've had in weeks as he's recovered from hospitalization. Both feel better. Renewed. Maybe a bit hopeful. His balance isn't what it used to be, he's still tired, unsteady at times. Weaker than he was. She finishes the dishes while he, complaining of being tired, heads for bed upstairs.</p><p>On the third step, he remembers something and, naturally, turns to go back down. His balance, though. Not what it used to be. He falls the three steps, foreward into the foyer. And weak; doesn't catch himself. His nose bleeds. And bleeds. Bleeds even after she holds pressure and calls 911, bleeds to the hospital. Bleeds with anterior packing.</p><p>By the time he stops bleeding with a postieror pack, he's intubated; mental status, airway protection, and all that. Multiple facial fractures are found. He's admitted to the ICU for a hopefully swift recovery. Opacity at the base of his lung is watched; perhaps he breathed blood. Hard to say. </p><p>By day 3 or 4, it's not hard to say. The lung fills in, the tube stays after the packing does. He spikes fevers. He doesn't wake up. Now 4 to 5 days without nutrition, fractured, infected, a tired body, issues layering on each other. </p><p>His wife knows that he wouldn't want all of this. Wouldn't want the tracheostomy, the feeding tube, the supportive care to see if he comes out of it. That's were we were. Stuck. Or, not stuck, because the family was sure of his wishes, and all of them agreed.</p><p>The Navy man who drove the boats for the landing on Guadalcanal had care withdrawn on the 4th of July. How terrible, you may opine. How macabre. But. The monitors were shut off. The tubes removed. His sons and daughter were there. His wife was there. They held his yellowed, bruised cool hands. Draped in a home blanket. They spoke to him, and we shut the door and the curtains, watching the monitor still on outside slow, and become more and more shallow until they stopped. </p><p>This is the situation the supposed 'death panels' were for. It was as good a death as we could offer for a good man. No bureaucrat showed up and told us we had to let grandpa die, nor would they if we had kept the 'death panels'. The family happened to know what he wanted, and because of that, we could let him go. What if they had been gone? What if they had disagreed? Weeks and months could pass, hooked up to machines and tubes, sustained, exactly as he didn't want to be maintained.</p><p>It's terrible when anyone dies. It's worse when they are treated with guesses as to their wishes. No one deserves guesses like that. The family is often asked to 'guess' what they might have wanted. Imagine, having to feel as though your decision will either end the person's life or lead to a full code and then the end of their life, not knowing if they wanted to leave quietly, or fighting to the last.</p>Tyrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06274875231456958701noreply@blogger.com1