Posted on 04/04/2007 8:25:13 PM PDT by 60Gunner
It started innocuously enough.
A male in his mid-forties came to the ER because he had turned while lifting a box and felt a sudden sharp pain in his back. When he arrived at Triage, he was walking, talking, alert and oriented, and his blood pressure was high-normal. The front was full, but the Fast Track area had an open bay and there was nobody else waiting.
He was walked back to our Fast Track area and given a gown and a couple of warm blankets. Standard procedure is to strip a patient with back pain down to the skivvies in order to facilitate an assessment and x-ray (if needed) of the entire spine. It's a procedure that has helped us discover some pretty serious back problems in the past.
Well, we discovered something serious this time, too. And it had nothing to do with his spine.
On entering the patient's exam bay, the first think I noticed was that the patient was looking at his legs. The second thing I noticed, having reflexively followed the patient's gaze, was the patient's legs.
The left leg was normal in color all the way down to the toenails. The right leg was pale blue and mottled, and his toenails were white.
Oh, crud, I thought.
You know that horror movie music that plays when the victim is chased into a hallway and sees a door, the monster is breathing down the victim's neck, and the hallway suddenly gets really, really, really long and the doorway gets farther away? You know, the music that accompanies the stretching hallway scene?
I call that music The Song of "Oh Crap" in D Minor.
And that ominous dirge was swelling in my ears as I rather begged the patient to lie on the stretcher- gently, please... for Pete's sake- GENTLY. I checked for pulses in both feet. The left foot had a good strong pulse. The right had none. I then laid my hand on the patient's abdomen and felt the peculiar, strong whooshing pulsation underneath my hand that I really hoped wouldn't be there but knew had to be. I could feel it all the way from the epigastric region to three finger-widths below the belly button.
Music swelling, hallway stretching, bad feeling getting worse...
I stepped away from the patient and his extremely bewildered wife and came as close to dragging a Medical Doctor into the room by the scruff of the neck as ever I could. In the seconds that transpired for the journey, I rattled off everything I knew at the speed of one of those disclaimer guys at the end of a car commercial.
I finished with "Take a look, Doc," as I knocked on the wall and swept the curtain aside.
The doctor introduced himself as he lifted up the blanket covering the patient's legs, and his eyes just about did that bah-WOOO-gah thing in the cartoons. He checked pedal pulses and asked if the patient was feeling alright. The patient said he felt fine other than the pain in his back and the numbness in his right leg. The MD and I excused ourselves and exited. My MD called the MD overseeing the trauma rooms up front, and I called the charge nurse and told her (as opposed to asking her) to clear a trauma room pronto, because my patient was coming in.
The charge nurse initially voiced her dismay at this rather abrupt breach in professional decorum. I cut her off (which I never would ordinarily do) and laid out the situation. She said she'd bump the asthmatic smoker into the hall for my patient, and to give her two minutes for the room to be ready.
Two minutes later, I was wheeling my patient into the trauma room. RNs and Techs swarmed the man, slapping monitor leads, a blood pressure cuff, and a pulse oximeter sensor on him. Capitalizing on the great big bulgy veins the patient had in his antecubital fossae, I shoved a 14-gage catheter into each arm. As we worked, the doctor explained the reason why we were moving so fast, and that a CT scan would tell the tale.
Fifteen minutes later the MD, Charge RN, ER Tech and I stood in the film room, staring wide-eyed and aghast at a monster. The source of the patient's back pain and leg numbness was a huge aortic dissection going almost the entire length of the patient's abdomen.
Ominous music getting louder, panic welling up in the throat...
The MD ordered meds to keep the patient's blood pressure down and immediately got on the phone with a local hospital that specialized in the procedure that this patient had to have if he was to survive the night. And that was a big, big if. While the MD made his connections, I did everything but pack the patient in egg crates- for all the good it would do if his aorta split open. If it happened, the patient would die within seconds and there would not have been a thing any of us could have done about it.
By this time, the patient and his wife were fully aware of what was happening. We told them the whole story, including the part about how he could simply start bleeding to death at any moment, and that he would barely have enough time to say goodbye before he was gone. Also by this time, the entire Emergency Department was electrified by the case. Everyone was hushed and tense. The other nurses gave me supportive pats on the back and looked after my other patients as I remained in the patient's room, watching for signs of sudden exsanguination as the patient and his wife quietly talked.
The wife had at one point called their children and told them to come to the hospital right now. Apparently, one of her kids balked and she snapped, "If you don't come now, you may not get to say goodbye!" All the kids were in the room amazingly fast. They were quiet, too, as if even a whisper would set off the bomb.
All this time, the patient was extraordinarily calm. Somber as hell, but calm. I am still amazed at his fortitude.
The Charge RN came in and told me that the Life Flight was enroute and to get the patient ready. The patient's wife collected her things and she and the kids left for the other hospital after saying their optimistic chorus of "See you later."
The chart was copied and everything was in order by the time we heard the first faint vibrations that increased rapidly to that distinct, chest-thumping, head-splitting thrum of the Agusta helicopter flown by the airlift team.
I waited with the patient in the ER entrance, shielding him from the rotor wash as best I could. The Agusta settled on its landing gear and the ear-splitting racket died down to the more tolerable roar of the turbine as the rotors dumped their lift. The flight nurse (a 5'4" keg of pure dynamite and a dear friend of mine for many years) met us halfway out.
"Hey, Gunner!" she shouted.
I patted her helmet and said, "Dang, Bird Woman, I gotta get one of these!
I rattled off a fast report as we trundled the patient to the whirlybird with our backs hunched. She introduced herself to the patient with a bellow as I helped her get him into the aircraft. I shook the patient's hand and said, "She's the best nurse in the whole universe. You got the first team tonight, buddy."
"I know. Thanks for everything."
Smiling ear to ear under her big ol' helmet, Nurse Dynamite patted me on the cheek and shouted in my ear, I got him, sweetheart!
I scooted out of the helicopter and shouted "Away, flying nurse creature!" with a shooing motion. I scurried back out of the rotor wash as the Agusta's characteristic thunder again filled my brain with fuzz. As the aircraft broke ground, Nurse Dynamite waved. I waved back and walked back into the ER to call report to the receiving RN at the other hospital as the sound of the rotors rapidly dissolved in the cold night.
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Another great piece, Gunner. Thanks!
Did the patient survive?
Great stuff, Gunner - you BETTER not leave us hanging on this one...
If you can find this out...let us know how he did, please.
Did the guy make it??
Is there a “Part 2”?
That thing is huge! How long does it take for something like that to form and go undetected? The guy is lucky he didn’t just drop dead.
Come on! You can’t leave us hanging!!!
What a great call.
You done good.
Did he get his AAA in time?
Imagine a hose about 2-3 inches in diameter emptying out your entire volume of circulating blood in about 6 seconds.
Almost a sure death sentence.
I’m happy I work in the NICU; I couldn’t handle that for one second. Thank you for being such a good stud nurse.
Don’t leave us hanging!
You need to make a book of these stories.
Cheers!
I like your writing style because it's plain as day what you are saying but I can never tell (with out looking forward) if the paragraph I'm reading is the last.
Did he make it?
(FWIW, I got no further than the image and said ‘OH crap, he’s dissecting!’ - not bad for an engineer with no formal medical training)...
Gunner, you’re an excellent writer.
When do find out what happened to the patient.
I am always in awe of your diagnostic skill.
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