The Rustling Beneath The Sheets

“Sean, you have a new patient in Room 8…and there is something moving under the sheets,” stated the Nurse. I noticed she looked quite pale. I paused…”Okaaaay…..did you say something moving beneath the sheets?” “Yes,” she replied. “Do you know what it was,” I asked? “No but they were large, there were a lot of them, and they were moving….” “Did you look,” I asked with a look of bewilderment, and astonishment. “Hellllll no,” she responded.

I picked up my patient’s chart: “Leg Wound” was the chief complaint. His vitals looked fine, no fever. I reluctantly headed towards his room. My mind was already racing with thoughts of what was hiding under the sheets-a rat, a small reptile, was it a mound of Maggots? He does have a leg wound… I have seen wounds become infected with maggots before, which in reality is not an all together bad thing (they clean the wound of dead tissue)…but it does bring forth memories of a cheap horror story. I turned around to see 2 nurses following me into the room-moral support.

As I entered the room, it was dark, with only one overhead light turned on. The patient, a gaunt, toothless soul, with deep set eyes, a barbed chin, and an ashen face, lay bundled beneath pristine white sheets. David was 40 years old, homeless, and seemed in good spirits. As soon as my mind made a mental annotation of what lay before me, the stench of rotten meat arose from his cocoon. He gave me a gummy grin, and said “Howdy Doc!” “Hey there David,” I replied. “What brings you in today? “, I asked matter of factly. “I got this thing on my leg….” A pause, no other information. “”What kind of thing,” I asked? Here we go; it has to be a rat, or a large something attached to his leg. Maybe it is gnawing at his leg. I had it in my head that when I turned back the sheets, there would be at least 2-3 medium sized Iguanas, feeding on the flesh of his leg.

“It is a hole,” David replied. I breathed a sigh of relief….a hole. OK, no problem…..wait a second, a lot of things can live in a hole. “A hole,” I asked with emphasis. “Yeah, a large hole….here look….” “No, no. no,” I replied holding the sheets down as he tried to throw them off. I was not prepared for a quick flash…this needed to be a s-l-o-w turndown. Just then I heard, and felt the rustle beneath the sheets. Scratching, a lumpy movement over the area of what should have been his right thigh. I heard the nurse let out a “peep,” more like a “mmmeeeep.” The other nurse just twitched a little. I just about messed myself. This was the real deal; there was something, and many of them beneath those virgin sheets. We maintained our professionalism. David was completely un-phased.

“OK, it’s show time,” I thought, time to turn down the sheets….I slowly lowered the sheets, exposing his bare boned chest, depressed abdomen and pelvis, his right leg came into view: I saw a large hole, gnarled, exposed flesh and muscle on top of his thigh….the smell was overwhelming. I saw the movement, glistening….inside the hole….suddenly they saw the light and….RAN. “AHHHHHH!!!!!” The Nurses both screamed bloody murder; I let out a feeble gasp as every hair stood on end ….10-15…1” cockroaches made a break for it. They scampered over the sheets, up David’s chest, over his legs. They seemed to pour out of the wound, they fell onto the floor, instantaneously scurrying in every direction. The Nurses jumped, I see one hop onto the counter. A janitor runs in, alarmed by the ruckus, and starts herding the roaches with his broom… “Ohhhh, look at that! Where’d these guys come from?”

The hole was still filled with a dozen “baby” roaches, squirming around on his exposed thigh bone. David had one of the largest leg wounds I have ever seen, and it was filled with roaches. His leg was mostly without feeling, he was mostly bed-ridden, and the roaches had taken up residence.

“How long have you had this David,” I asked? “I don’t know….maybe a couple of years…” he replied. David is a heroin addict, and had resorted to pumping his muscles full of heroin when his veins became too scared to use. He had the largest “shooters abscess” I have ever seen. Formed by years of injecting the toxic blend of heroin, and God knows whatever else was mixed with it, into his thigh, bacteria and infection slowly eroded his thigh. The hole was about 8 inches by 4 inches, and formed a perfect funnel down through his skin, fat, and muscle. The base was his femur, or thigh bone.

After the roaches were cleaned out of the wound, we could focus on debriding the dead tissue, and irrigating the massive hole. David was admitted to the hospital for antibiotics, fluids for dehydration, and a large “wound vacuum” was placed on his thigh (a sterile, wound cover which continuously sucks air and fluid out of the wound). The plastic surgeons were still evaluating him to devise a way to try to cover the wound….they were not sure if they were going to be able to. He may lose his leg. David is going to be in the hospital, and a rehabilitation unit, for a very long time.

David weighed 110 pounds, he had a small crater in his right leg that was filled with a roaches nest, and he still was caught multiple times with friends trying to sneak drugs into his hospital room. I thought I had seen it all. I thought I knew how bad drugs were.

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One Stop Shop

I went into emergency medicine because I wanted to be able to help any person and do it anywhere. The field offered a body of knowledge I could use to help any patient that might enter the emergency department. Of course, it did not take long to realize how much my ED care relied upon other specialists, nurses, medical devices, and the vast resources of the hospital. In a neighboring blog Paul Auerbach describes medicine with far less resources as he has been doing for years in wilderness medicine. For me, I come closest to my initial goals of broad and independent care on the basketball court and through the questions posed by friends and family. It is those questions from family that are the most difficult and perplexing.

Largely because of the type of injuries pictured above my current gym bag now contains tape, splints, ice bags, hot packs, and bandages. The picture is my pinky after a jump shot gone wrong. I remember looking down and seeing my pinky pointing to left while my other fingers pointed straight ahead. Without thinking my normal hand reached out and straightened the finger while I gasped in disbelief. Luckily, the normal hand made the right decision by reducing the dislocation. It hurt, but at least the pain was somewhat mitigated by fulfilling my life's ambition, providing immediate medical care, and buddy taping my little finger to my ring finger.

Injuries as shown in the picture to the left require a higher level of care but one that I am still able to independently address. In this case, a rebound gone wrong, my eyebrow was split open by one of my ED attendings. It is for this reason that I have lidocaine, sutures, and a sterile laceration kit in my house. The truth is that I still needed some assistance to repair my orbit but the laceration kit is ready for a more accessible wound.








By far the most difficult cases I have ever encountered have been those posed by my immediate family. Surely, they think that I should be able to solve any medical problem they encounter. Unfortunately, the solvable problems such as a laceration, fracture, or pneumonia go directly to the ED and unanswerable questions are left for me.

For instance, my sister's boyfriend is 38, and two days ago noticed this bruise on his back. He has an improving pain located at the midline of his lower back and this rash, which has happened 5 times in the past in a similar distribution. He did not experience any trauma, and did not have any prior medical problems or associated symptoms.

Once I ruled out alien abduction I did not think he was in danger but I did not know the origin of his bruise. Since he was not going to seek further care based on my telephone estimation of his condition, I did feel obliged to verify that he was safe to heal on his own without a clear answer. To make sure I polled my dermatology colleagues who probably could post a similar blog about such alternate channel medical questions. The dermatologists did not have a confident explanation but believe that he was safe.

So far residency has given me some of the tools I hoped to obtain but it has also shown me that helping people is more complex than I originally believed.

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Beyond Recognition

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Shot in The Dark

“There is a sniper out there,” the paramedics stated matter of factly as they wheeled our patient into the trauma bay. “This is Jose, he is 25 years old, he was walking to the store this evening when he heard a loud ‘pop’, and felt a sting on the left side of his neck. He is bleeding from a small puncture wound over the lateral portion of his neck, and there is noted swelling. He denies any airway compromise, his vital signs are stable, we have an IV established …we think he was struck by a pellet gun…this is the sniper’s 5th victim.” A pellet gun? Sniper? What is going on here? Apparently there is a vigilante perched in a window overlooking a busy San Francisco street corner. His targets? Drug dealers. He has taken matters into his own hands: shooting dubious drug dealers on the street corner in front of his apartment. He has shot 5 people so far, most have walked away-or walked to jail-with only welts, after the shooter alerted Police of their illegal business activities. The problem is, no one has any idea where he is, or when he will strike again. He remains elusive…investigators are waiting patiently for the next shooting. We have begun our own investigation in the Emergency Department: Jose’s healthy appearance and small wound may be concealing significant damage to large vessels in the neck.

Our first order of business is to ensure that Jose has no compromise of his airway. He had swelling over his neck, but he was able to speak clearly, and was breathing comfortably. We undressed him to locate any additional wounds-just the neck. We had no idea how close the shooter was to Jose: “I heard the shot come from above, a few seconds later I felt a sting,” Jose said. Below Jose’s left ear was a small puncture wound, no bigger than an eraser head, a small amount of blood oozed from the wound, surrounded by about 2 inches of swelling. “There is no way there is a pellet in there,” one of my colleagues stated…”most of these wounds are just tissue damage, you would be able to feel the pellet…look feel.” I felt the wound…he was right, no pellet. I just was not convinced. The investigation continues. Outside, “pop,” a sixth victim, a SFPD patrol car near the corner hears the shot, and notices a figure duck from a 3rd story window…

We need to find this pellet. Using my best sleuth hat, I set off to make certain that my colleague was right, or wrong, about that pellet. I had just the trick to find it.…like a detective searching for hidden clues, I turn to my most powerful instrument…behold, the mighty Ultrasound. Ultrasound, in its simplest terms is a device which emits sound waves, like sonar, into tissue. These waves are bounced back to the machine, and based on whether it is bone, blood, fat etc, an image is created. The machines are now smaller, more portable (about the size of a small brief case), more powerful, and are an essential piece of every Emergency Department physicians arsenal.

Just as a stethoscope gives us insight into the inner workings of the human body, the ultrasound machine is the “ultimate stethoscope for the 21st century, and has become our best investigative tool. We use it for every trauma victim in the Emergency Room, looking for any evidence of bleeding within the abdomen, collapsed lungs, or injury to solid organs. We use it to look for gallstones, for evidence of damage to the Aorta, and to evaluate pregnancies. We can look to see how well the heart is squeezing, or if it is surrounded by fluid. We have used it to diagnose pieces of glass and metal in the eye, to look for abscesses in the arm in order to drain them, and to find large blood vessels buried beneath the skin in order to start intra-venous fluids.

I place the ultrasound probe on Jose’s neck over the wound. I notice the tissue of the neck, and the great blood vessels pulsating beneath…no pellet. I think to myself, “he was shot from above…the pellet, if fired from a high powered gun would have traveled downward…and inch, an inch and a half?” I move the probe down….Eureka! Sitting less than 1 millimeter on top of Jose’s carotid artery is a bright shiny round pellet!

All trauma victims are “guilty until proven innocent of injuries.” Once again our ultrasound machine puts the questionable injury to the test. Jose had a Computed Tomography Angiography of his neck to ensure no damage to his Carotid artery. Luckily there was none. Unluckily for Jose, a father of 2, he just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He left the ER with a small souvenir of his visit with us. Meanwhile…the police knock on the third story window apartment door, a man answers, smoking a cigarette, in his boxer shorts….it is the “vigilante shooter.” He unexpectedly runs, and jumps out his third story window. Our next trauma victim is on his way.

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Attack of the Zebras

An 80 year old mentor, and Physician once told me, “being a good doctor is not understanding the typical presentation of uncommon disease, but rather the atypical presentation of common disease.” I have tried to keep these words close as I have journeyed through Medicine…but it is difficult. We naturally want to gravitate, especially in Emergency Medicine towards the “Zebras,” or those disease states which we feel will cause the patients the most harm, (even though they may not be that likely): “Sir, you say you are having chest pain, and it feels just like your heart burn? Well it could be…but it also could be a heart attack, an aortic dissection, a pulmonary embolism etc...” We as Emergency Physicians are trained to think this way; we do not want to miss a disastrous diagnosis. We need to watch for the Zebras while herding the common cow. (Forgive me for the coarse analogy.)

Mikey was a 4 year old boy, who was born with a hypoplastic left heart, a severe seizure disorder, and was found to be confused and disoriented one recent afternoon by his mother. In the pediatric Emergency Room at Stanford, we are used to seeing sick children, with many underlying complex diseases. Mikey was no exception. The left side of his heart, which pumps oxygenated blood to the rest of the body, failed to fully develop. He needed a series of open heart surgeries to correct the problem. In addition, Mikey had recently developed epilepsy, or seizures, which he needed to take medication for.

When the paramedics brought Mikey into the Emergency Department he seemed very sleepy-he was unable to keep his eyes open, and the only noise he would make was an occasional whimper. He would respond to a loud voice or a slight shake, but then...out again. Although his heart rate, oxygen saturation, and blood pressure were normal, I was obviously very worried about him: this was a child with a complex medical history-could this be a cardiac problem, was it neurologic? Did he have a seizure? His mother assured us that his “heart was great, he just saw the Cardiologist 2 weeks ago, and had an echo-he was given a clean bill of health.” She also informed us that he had been taking his seizure medications, but “he is acting like he did after his last seizure.” I asked if anyone had witnessed a seizure…”no,” she replied, “I work at home and was in my office all day, but the Nanny was with him all day…she sticks to him like glue…”

“She sticks to him like glue…” I kept reiterating in my head. What was going on with Mikey? I was fairly reassured that this was not a primary Cardiac, or Pulmonary problem-his vital signs and physical exam just did not fit this picture. We ordered a chest x-ray, and EKG to be sure. He MUST have had a seizure-I wanted to get a CT of this child’s head, and to check his Dilantin level (the medicine he was on for his seizures)…I queried the mother again…”Do you know if he hit his head recently? “, “No,” she replied. “Has he been sick recently?” “No,” she replied. Any vomiting, diarrhea, history of diabetes, fevers…”No, no, no, no…” The Zebras, hoards of them, were doing laps inside my head….

A moment of clarity broke through the shadowy dust of the dancing Zebras…my attending, intrigued by the case, asked me if “the child could have taken, or ingested any medication.” That is a great thought I remember thinking…the mother’s response…”the Nanny is on him like glue…” We give him his Dalantin, all of the medication in the house is up on our pantry shelf, he cannot reach it.” She assured us that there was no ingestion of any toxic or illicit substances…”the Nanny…you know,” she replied. “Why don’t you just send off a urine toxicology screen my attending implored…you never know…this is our job to find things like this you know…” I agreed to send one, in the off chance we might stagger across something…but meanwhile, back to this child having a full blown neurological problem…I need to call the neurologist now!

“Get the child to the CT scanner as soon as possible, and I will be down to look at him,” the neurologist replied. Meanwhile, Mikey was still lethargic, he could not even hold his head up, or keep his eyes open. Intermittent whimpers and shaking reminded one of the abnormal trouble this small person was going through.

An hour passes…the CT of the head is normal, the Chest x-Ray is normal, his EKG looks great. His labs are all normal, including the dilantin level. His urine is clean, no sign of infection anywhere…meanwhile Mikey sleeps, no sign of waking, or really doing anything child-like soon. “He had a seizure, and is still very post ictal (or dazed from the seizure),” was the final conclusion of the Neurologist. “We see this all of the time, if these kids have a big enough seizure, they can be out for a while. There is also the chance that he is still seizing…” We agreed to watch him for another hour, if he was not awake, we agreed to admit the child for more intensive monitoring….

An hour passes. Still no change; the incessant hum of a busy Emergency Department getting louder, as more kids get checked in. I page the neurologist to inform her about Mikey’s lack of change, I grab another chart while I wait her call. Just then I see my Attending, smiling from ear to ear, “Sean, did you check Mikey’s Urine Toxicology Screen?” she asks with a mischievous grin….ohhh that thing, I forgot…

In one of the few Perry Mason moments of discovery in my career as an Emergency Medicine Resident, I look up the Tox Screen: Opiates-NEGATIVE; Amphetamines-NEGATIVE; THC (Marijuana)-POSITIVE….whoa…POSITIVE?? Just then the mother appears…”I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, come here quick….” The events were playing out too quickly. I enter the room-“The Nanny” is there, as well as the father, and the mother is holding what looks like a bag of cookies? “Mikey was playing in his father’s car, and found these, he ate the whole bag: 100% hash cookies, keep out of reach of children!” “His father has bad back pain, he buys these in San Francisco.”

Mikey was stoned out of his gourde. He was alone in his father’s car for up to 2 hours eating pot cookies. The Nanny admitted to cleaning clothes and talking on the phone. Mikey was admitted, and eventually returned to earth almost 6 hours later! It is so easy to focus on the Zebras, or look for the common presentations of rare disease when you must first consider the cow, or the strange presentations to an ordinary sickness. Ingestions of any kind in children are not rare. I wanted Mikey to show me his stripes with the words “hypoplastic heart,” or “Epilepsy,” but a good doctor shouldn’t always be chasing zebras.

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