Attack of the Zebras
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.