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Hello Goodbye

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Or maybe it’s the Reverse…

EE over at Backboards and Bandaids can’t seem to make her mind up! First she’s done blogging–and understandably so, and now she’s back. 8 hrs and our responses seemed to change her mind!

Hopefully she’ll stick around to give us a little bit of her antics from time to time! But we all understand that “life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans”.

So you all know my fascination with the lollipop. I have the utmost respect for good nurses–and most nurses are at least there cause they like to be there. If you don’t like your job–quit! There are plenty of “good” lollipop retirement homes out there that will take you.

Today was special. One particular private hospital in the metro area was our destination–twice today. We don’t usually have good luck there. They won’t take our STEMI diagnosis, or even CVA diagnosis. They are the only hospital that we regularly transport to that call a STEMI team upon our field recognition. So we bring in a NON-STEMI cardiac patient, SOB, pain up and down his whole left side.

Pressure was 220 on arrival, pain a 9/10. Pale, Sweaty… looks like crap. We do our thing, load up, go, run 12-lead(insignificant), throwing a few PVCs(eventually 10 a min) and do the whole cardiac workup: Nitro, Aspirin, Nitro, Etc.

Get him down to a 6/10 on pain. Pressure is 110 so we have to stop nitro now, and he doesn’t want Morpine. So we live with it.

The fun starts when I go to give report. I’ll give the highlights… It goes a little something like this:

me “He is having SOB, left sided chest pain from his shoulder to abdomen, and pain traveling through his left leg and arm.”
LOLLIPOP’S RESPONSE “He has left-sided chest pain in his leg?”
me “yup. we moved his chest”
LOLLIPOP “so why did you give nitro and aspirin?”
me “um… did you listen to the first half of report where I gave vitals, Symptoms, blah, blah…. He is also throwing about 10 pvc’s a minute now”
LOLLIPOP “ok… everyone has pvc’s….”
ME “NOT AT 10/MIN. AHA SAYS 6/MIN IS TREATABLE. WE’VE CROSSED THAT LINE. HE DOESN’T FEEL WELL AND WHY DON’T YOU ADDRESS THE OBVIOUS THINGS”

Earlier today we brought in a little old lady who was having syncopal episodes to this same facility. She had these same episodes before her last AMI about 1.5 months ago. She didn’t have many complaints, but had a very “weird feeling” and an impeding sense of doom… “I just know I’m gonna die.” So, I gave report, and including her statement. The nurse smirked. Even giggled.

When we brought our second patient back today–I found out that she had in fact had a massive MI and didn’t make it.

Fucking lollipop.

5- star, class act, Grade A douchebaggery

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douchebaggery: When everyone on your squad seems to do everything they can to be the last crew to clear the hospital so that they can be most likely to get sent out to BFE… That was the story of our day.

We ran 8 calls, all code 3, plus 3 canceled calls. We switched posts 6 times. Awesome.

I'm going to let this one speak for itself

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I’m going to let this one speak for itself. Get the whole story by clicking the link. Something just don’t deserve me rambling them to uselessness. Many of you may have seen this one. Some of you may have not. Either way, take the time to go over it one more time–and keep doing so every week/month/year whatever it takes to keep it fresh in your mind.


The Day Joy Died

Medical Economics

It’ll soon be the anniversary of my OB patient’s death. Twenty years ago, I stood in the ICU, holding her limp hand. Her name, in stark contrast to her present condition, was Joy. Her mother was the only other person in the room.

The patient was brain dead, the result of an anesthesia catastrophe. In preparing her for her C-section, the nurse anesthetist had accidentally intubated the esophagus and failed to put a pulse oximeter alarm on her. She became severely anoxic during the operation, went into V fib, and was shocked back to sinus rhythm. The airway was corrected by an anesthesiologist who responded to the code, but it was far too late.

The patient was a beautiful, healthy 21-year old. She was well known locally as a singer. She and her husband had family all over the area. She came to me for her OB care because her mother had told her, “Go to Dr. Brandeland, he’s always been so kind and polite when he gets his messages.” Her mom worked at the telephone answering service I used.

So, I saw her and her husband at every visit. I was 18 months into my career after finishing my family practice residency in the same town. The practice was thriving. I couldn’t have dreamed of something this bad happening to a patient, a family, and my life. I thought I might someday miss a diagnosis and have a malpractice suit, but this was like getting hit with a telephone pole.

Read the rest by clicking the title above!