The Roaming ER
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Anil
It appears that life is more than blisters and foot care. Though that is an important part of a race that keeps people pounding their feet in 100 degree weather for most of the day. In my travels, I've noticed a need for medical care in the villages and for locals.
Here, in the
Sahara Desert, the Bedouins comprise most of the population and are isolated from the major hospitals in Cairo. At our medical tent, located at the overnight camp of racers, the locals stopped by together. The medical complaints were varied from abdominal pain to runny noses. Most of the complaints were bread and butter emergency medicine but complicated by our lack of diagnostic and therapeutic tools. Just read Dr. Auerbach's blog for a sample.
Interestingly, one policeman with abdominal pain had a belly that was so tender to touch that it seemed like appendicitis. Another doctor on my team saw him and urged him to make the long drive to a nearby hospital for evaluation. There, his appendix was taken out without a CT scan and the doctors concluded that he did have appendicitis. It was good that we were able to diagnose him early because untreated appendicitis can have a mortality rate upwards of 15%.
I'm getting used to my new ER, located among limestone towers, cashmere soft sand, and racing tents. Though I spend much of the time working, I don't have any complaints.
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Blisters and More
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Anil
Day Two from www.racingtheplanet.com and I'm still practicing emergency medicine. Today's topic is the subungual hematoma. Another way to describe that is a bruise under the toenail. You might not have seen it if you haven't dropped a rock on your foot or ran two back-to-back marathons with five more to come.
To highlight this affliction of long-distance runners, a particular, sweaty Englishman comes to mind. He reached my checkpoint in the white sand after six hours and 30 kilometers, and his toes hurt. When I looked at them they were black under the nail and at the tips. I could see the agony in his face, hidden under the salt-caked cheeks.
With his feet propped up, I went to work in our tent. It was only 38 degrees in the tent and better than the 42 degrees celsius in the desert outside. I washed his feet with betadine, then put a large needle into the nail top and pushed until he could feel the tip. It seemed to relieve his pain more than hurt...and blood rushed out. After repeating that several times, I put bandages around his feet and sent him out to abuse his toes some more.
Lesson learned: Always bring a needle and betadine to a race, particularly a long race.
Anil
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The ER is Wide Open
Monday, October 27, 2008
Anil
Emergency medicine became an easy choice for me once I learned how big emergency rooms could really be. The best example is my current shift. At this moment, I am writing an email from a satellite-enabled laptop in the Sahara Desert. Finally, I feel like a real blogger, connected to the internet, even on the road. This email is sent from the site of
racing the planet which is a race I am currently working to support.
The white sand is beautiful, matched by a compilation of stars more visible then ever before. It is so clear in the sky without a moon that I see a shooting star every few minutes. I'm almost running out of wishes.
Most of the racers will be running a marathon-a-day for the beginning of the week, and then running a double marathon to finish off their race...five grueling days.
My job will be to fix their feet which receive the brunt of their effort. It is a well-refined technique to address abused feet. The best thing is preparation, avoiding friction, noticing worn areas, and protecting them with tape.
If that fails, and it probably will, we then protect the blister with a donut and cover it with 2nd Skin. Most people recommend not popping it because the blister provides a protective barrier against infectious organisms.
Right now, the sand is blowing through the tent, a textured breeze and nearby other bloggers are typing away to post on the official Racing the Planet site. I feet at home now, working in the desert, practicing medicine, and blogging like a real blogger.
thanks for reading
anil
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Music to the ER
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Anil
Stravinsky composed the
Rite of Spring with innovative asynchronus chords to the appreciation of many fans. Without nearly the same fan base, the emergency department plays a
mash-up of Stravinsky records scratched by
DJ Qbert. In room one there is constant beeping, every 0.5 to 1 seconds coming from two different sources, the highly resonant sounds cut through the voices of nurses talking, and stands apart from the slower, deeper electronic sound that rises every 3 seconds to a crescendo. Usually, there is a blue and red light show accompanying the sounds, but from my central room for residents I cannot see those photons. Room one is 10 feet away, leaving enough space for room 5--the trauma bay--to intermix its cacaphony of shouts, beeps, screams, and moving bodies. Then there are the questions from nurses, the other residents talking to consultants, the telephone calls, and the computer keyboards being pounded by people who never learned to type.
When I close my eyes, I imagine R2D2 and his robot friends at a blow-out house party for graduation from droid school. Since I don't close my eyes often in the emergency department I do not dwell on those sounds. In fact, I rarely hear the alerts from all the monitors and machines or shouts and questions. Much like those people who live next to the subway or hiway, I don't realize that it is there unless I actively try to listen.
This functionality I owe to my
reticular activating system. This part of the brain serves as a
high-pass filter, a low-pass filter, and an annoying sound filter. It isn't well understood but helps with attention, focusing on those elements that are important to the exclusion of others. Its loss through stroke is one of the few ways to cause loss of consciousness with one blow to the brain (infarction of other areas does not cause loss of consciousness). Like much of the brain, it might be the last thing we understand once the
grand unifying theory comes into our grasp.
Still, I do wonder what the utility is for all these alerts when nobody notices them. I feel comfortable knowing that I can recognize sick patients and keep an eye on their vital signs when I am worried. So, maybe I should start engineering a more intelligent alert system and sell it on the iphone for 0.99 cents.
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Brain Bucket
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Anil Menon, MD
The mild temperature and cloudless sky last Saturday lured people outside onto their bikes, horses, motorcycles and basketball courts. Unfortunately, even the most careful sports enthusiast can suffer an accident and several men and women wound up visiting our ED for a variety of bruises, lacerations, broken bones, and worse. By early afternoon, a motorcyclist with a lacerated spleen, truck driver with a hand fracture, and equestrian with multiple rib fractures (thrown and stepped on by her horse) had all rolled through the trauma room.
As I furiously clicked away orders for a patient with chest pain in our critical care room, the nearby trauma phone went off for the third time in under an hour. The charge nurse pressed the receiver, "This is Stanford." A few phrases of the paramedic's report caught my attention: "Hi Stanford...trauma activation...elderly gentleman...unhelmeted...front tire rolled off...struck head on pavement...loss of consciousness...repetitive questioning...see you in 10."
Someone nearby quipped, "Shall I put in the head CT order now?"
Minutes later, I stood amongst other members of the trauma team with a lead apron over my royal blue scrubs, purple gloves on my hands and red trauma shears in my back pocket. We chatted about the previous traumas of the day but quieted as the clerk pages overhead, "Trauma has arrived, Room 5".
Two paramedics calmly rolled the gurney into the trauma bay. The man strapped in C-spine precautions was chuckling about something said outside and trying to gesture with his hands tied to his sides. I felt some relief; he was awake and talking. The next thing that caught my attention was a two inch welt just near his left temple that was already turning a dark purple. I ran down the primary trauma survey..."airway intact, equal breath sounds bilaterally, 2+ pulses, moving all extremities (thankfully...). Immediately, I performed a quick neurological assessment. "57Delta's" solo complaint was that his left head hurt; the rest of him appeared unscathed. He told me he was on a leisurely ride with his wife, when the front tire came off his bicycle causing him to pitch forward over the handlebars and land on his head. The rest of the events were foggy. His memory finally cleared somewhere on Route 280 while in the ambulance to our Trauma center. We rate a person’s overall level of consciousness with the Glascow Coma Scale. It is composed of three parts rated together on a scale of 3 to 15: motor response (1 to 6), verbal response (1 to 5), and eye opening (1 to 4). This patient had a GCS of 14 when the paramedics first picked him up because he was disoriented but currently had a perfect score of 15. I did not discover any focal neurological abnormalities, another reassuring sign. Nonetheless, our next course of action was to order that CT scan of his head.
CT three was ready and waiting. As 57Delta was alert and mentating very well we felt comfortable sending him across the hall for his scans. Some patients with severe head injuries must be intubated if they are obtunded and cannot protect their airway. He wasn't out of the woods yet though. The location of his hematoma was very close to where a major artery - the middle meningeal artery- ran underneath his skull. Fractures in that location can lacerate the artery causing a brisk bleed. Even though the injured person acts normal after the accident, blood accumulates undetected. These epidural hematomas will eventually run out of room to expand in the enclosed skull, causing pressure on the brain that can push it downward towards the spinal canal. As the base of the skull impinges on the brainstem – the area responsible for breathing – death can occur. We needed to get 57 Delta to the scanner to ensure he didn’t have a brewing neurosurgical emergency.
Minutes later, we scrolled through the images on the computer. Relief swept over me. No bleeding, no fractures. In the end, 57 Delta only needed two stitches and a tetanus shot and post-concussion instructions. His wife berated him several times for not wearing his helmet (a lecture I’m sure was carried on the whole drive back to his house) and promised to watch him closely over the course of the night for any mental changes. They were home in time for dinner. Before leaving the department, the man promised me he’d purchase a shiny new helmet to wear with his next bicycle.
57Delta was extremely fortunate. In my short time at Stanford I have cared for unhelmeted bicyclists who sustained major head injuries that likely would have been prevented if they were wearing a helmet. One teenager was taken urgently to the operating room to drain a bleed in his brain. Several others needed to be observed in the hospital overnight following severe concussions. These are just a few examples of the half a million bike riders injured every year in the United States. The CDC reports that head injuries account for approximately one-third of all bicycle related ED visits and two-thirds of all bicycle related deaths. Even those without any objective neurologic findings can suffer a postconcussive syndrome characterized by headache, dizziness, fatigue, irritability, impaired memory and concentration, insomnia, and lowered tolerance for noise and light. These symptoms may last anywhere from a few days to several months. It is estimated that one-half to three quarters of bike related head injury could have been prevented with a helmet!
For every 57 Delta that survives a bike related head injury, there are other patients whose lives are altered forever. It pains me to see bare headed cyclists out around Stanford’s campus and on the Portola Loop. The Stanford Campus bike shop and chain stores like Target and Walmart sell them for only $20 (http://campusbikeshop.com/). It is a small price to pay for protecting your head…and your life.
Jennifer Rossi, MD
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