Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Getting back on the horse

I'm going to ease myself back into writing this blog; it's been a long time since I recorded patient-related events in detail, so forgive me if things start off a little slow.

I've been 'third-manning' for the first few shifts on my return to work. I need to be assessed as fit for practice, so I am duty-bound to sit in an ambulance with a crew and 'learn' my trade again. This is standard procedure for any frontline staff member who has been away from patient-care for a length of time.

So, initially I was taking obs and re-learning the layout of an ambulance (not that you forget it but I've been on a car and a desk for a few years now and things change). After the first shift of lifting and listening, I started attending again. I felt as though I'd never left.


My first patient, an 80 year-old lady with a Urinary Tract Infection (UTI), asked me when I was going back to Scotland. She didn't ask me in a 'I am interested in whether you will be returning to your roots at some time in the future' kind of way, but more in a 'why don't you bugger off back to where you came from' kind of way. UTIs have a lot to answer for!

As we drove her to hospital, she chatted and argued with the Hi-Vis jacket that was hanging on a hook in front of her.


A 2 year-old boy was fitting continuously in a non-emergency hospital and we arrived to help. He'd been convulsing for 20 minutes and had already been given Diazepam, with no effect. The nurses were suctioning his airway to keep it clear and he was twitching and arching on a small couch when I first saw him. I can't help thinking of my own little boy when I see things like this now.

It took another dose of Diazepam and a further ten minutes to get him to settle down, but he wasn't breathing for himself and so his ventilations were assisted all the way to hospital. He began to recover and stabilise but he still required support for his breathing, even when we arrived at the Resuscitation room.


An 87 year-old lady fell at home and was found face-down on her kitchen floor by her carer. When we examined her, it was clear she'd fallen many times. She had a fractured wrist as a result of this latest event. A look around her small house gave all the clues needed to suggest this lady needs to live somewhere else; her stairs (which she still used) were extremely steep and the carpeting was worn and sagging, making any ascent or descent a hazardous journey. If she fell from the top of those stairs, she'd be found seriously injured, or dead, next time.

We recorded and reported this, as required, in the hope that something would be done for her.
Unfortunately, jobs like these can come back and haunt you. You can ignore what you see and find yourself on scene again, treating a major head injury, or attempting to resuscitate an avoidable lost cause.


Speaking of head injuries. A 45 year-old female was found laying in the middle of the road by plain-clothes police officers who just happened to drive past. They'd seen a small gathering of people around her and thought, like everyone else, that she'd been hit by a car.

When we arrived, she was sitting with the cops, smoking a cigarette. She'd also obviously been drinking, but when asked how many, she stated 'two glasses of red wine'. She'd also had a free Valium, (courtesy of her friend whom she'd apparently visited prior to her fall), to 'take the edge off'.

She had a nasty cut to her head but no other injury. She denied the possibility of unconsciousness but was vague about certain things… like the date and time of day. She kept telling us that she had a dentist appointment and that she was on her way. She seemed very concerned about her teeth. She'd told us that she'd visited her friend, had a couple of drinks and a Valium, then started making her way to her appointment. As she crossed the road, she tripped and hit her head.

The story was fine but there were a few anomalies. The blood stain in the road was quite far from where she claimed to have tripped, so she either staggered and fell or she flew into the air. She was also hypothermic - something that doesn't just happen rapidly in a mild environment, so she must have been somewhere cold for a while… or she'd been on that road longer than she thought - possibly overnight.

By the time she'd reached hospital with us, she was warmer but still confused, although adamant about the events that led to her being lifted from the road by the police.


Part of the process of a return to practice is re-training in the core skills that are necessary for all frontline personnel, such as advanced life support resuscitation. After covering skills and knowledge in these areas again, one hopes to get straight back into the thick of it as soon as possible, so that rust doesn't settle and spoil the art. My last job gave me the opportunity to save a life, using a lot of the stuff I'd only just revised.

We'd been called to an elderly woman who'd fallen from a wheelchair and was not responding. Initially, this seemed like a perfectly straight-forward call, because 'not responding' can mean anything these days. However, as we pulled up on scene, we were up-dated and informed that it was now a cardiac arrest, so the tone changed and the pace accelerated.

There was already a motorcycle paramedic on scene, carrying out CPR with the help of an off-duty nurse, so I got beside him and asked what he needed. My two colleagues followed immediately with the rest of the necessary equipment.

No matter what you think of us (ambulance drivers, taxis, servants for drunks), we are extremely well drilled in cardiac arrest procedures and within seconds, we will have a team around you, working efficiently and carefully until we stabilise you or lose you, depending on what God decides.

From the outset, there were problems with this patient. She was elderly, she had a recent medical history that gave her less of a chance for survival, and, as we later discovered during the process of resuscitating her, she had leaking lungs. Air was gathering around her lungs so that it caused pressure to build up, thus restricting our ability to help her breathe. It's very likely she had a herniated lung (or lungs) and pneumothoraces caused by her predisposing medical condition... or our chest compressions. We know that this is a possible complication of aggressive CPR - which is the only way to achieve a positive outcome, if there is going to be one at all.

We worked hard for 20 minutes or so before deciding to take her rapidly to hospital. It is quite normal for us to stay and attempt to stabilise a patient before conveying - they have a better chance of survival if we can get the heart to work before moving them. Unfortunately for this lady, despite our very best efforts, we could not stabilise her long enough to justify remaining on scene any longer, and so we continued CPR out to the ambulance and all the way to hospital.

To relieve the pressure building up around her lungs, we inserted two large cannulae into her chest, one either side. This worked, but only very temporarily, as expected.

The hospital team continued to work on her for a little while longer but eventually called it and she was left in peace. I wish it had gone the other way but, as I said, not long into the attempt, it was clear she was in trouble. Still, we get to see some miraculous recoveries, so every mission to save someone is worth the sweat.

And, as I also stated earlier (and please do not think I feel this poor lady was good for practice and no more), her fate allowed me to get back into my skill-set.... inevitably, she will have helped me save a life further on down the line. In all aspects of emergency medicine, this is often the way of it. Someone slips away and exchanges life for life by allowing medics to get better at what they do.

Be safe.

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Acute death

So.... I'm just about ready to get back on the road. I just need to prove I'm fit enough again (mainly to lift drunks and heavy patients). It'll be a couple of weeks but I'm returning to patient-care based stuff. I've had my fill of sitting in front of a bank of monitors.

I should explain what's been going on because many of you have been asking me why I haven't been posting and where I'd disappeared to.

I developed a very painful and persistent earache which turned out to be caused by a large 'mass' in my middle ear. My family and I endured a couple of weeks of waiting while they checked to see if it was malignant, post-biopsy. During that time I became much sicker and I think it convinced my loved ones that I wasn't going to be around much longer. It certainly felt that way!

I was finally told that it was benign but that it was destructive; eroding bone at the base of my skull and into the semi-circular canals. There was another wait to see if it was operable or not.

All of the problems I've faced in the last none months have been the result of this Cholestaetoma - the constant feeling that something was not quite right, the dizziness and nausea (which caused the fall that broke my collar bone) and eventually, the pain.

The potential for death had crept up on me without warning and I don't think I had much time left to stop it... but I did.

I've recently had the thing removed and I am recovering well. It hasn't made me deaf, as expected, despite the enormous damage it has done inside my ear, and I will be monitored for the rest of my life, to ensure that it doesn't recur and that I don't develop other problems associated with the internal structural damage. And it hasn't affected my brain; I'm still mad.

So, there it is. My excuse for not being around in the past nine months. Sorry.


I have been 'third-manning' an ambulance while I have my return to work managed and there have been no surprises. The world is still the same and people are still demanding emergency medical care for non-emergency problems. We are still social-working the population and we are still being run ragged and to the point of exhaustion.

I have been given a fresh opportunity to appreciate how hard my colleagues work, especially on the ambulances. One call after another. Relentless.

I'll be back and posting on as regular a basis as I can just as soon as I am fully able to.

Thanks for checking in and thanks for all your emails and messages of concern.

Xf

Monday, 17 December 2012

Tinsel and stuff

The Season's upon us again. This year, for various reasons, it will be especially nice to be celebrating Christmas with my family. I think I lost sight of the worth of things you never have to buy in life, while a tidal wave of bad luck and bad consequences swept over my head.

I've missed writing regularly of course, but I need the time to completely heal and get things done that must be done if I am to return to the front-line battle that is paramedicine. I've not lost my opinions nor has my attitude evaporated; I'm re-charging my batteries and re-focussing my lenses, that's all.

So, have a lovely Christmas when it comes. I wish you all good health and a happy time over the period. Please don't drink yourselves stupid if you can avoid it and please remember to say something nice to an ambulance crew - even if they aren't actually treating you!

I'm not involved in this year's battle against Festive alcohol-fuelled stupidity and violence. I won't be mopping out a vehicle floor covered in someone's vomit. I won't be assaulted, shouted at, insulted or thrown around London like a caricature of a medical person.... but my colleagues will; my friends will. So I want to take this opportunity to wish them all the best for the season too and to ask them all to be safe and get through it unscathed, so that they can join their families at some point during Christmas and New Year.

I'll speak to you all again in 2013.

Be safe.

Saturday, 3 November 2012

Stalking posters

During the years I have been writing this blog, I have been asked to add links so that others can advertise their services and products. I have also been sent hundreds of comments that look as if they are genuine but often contain links to commercial websites or products.

I don't mind this because it is part of the downside to blogging, but I would respectfully ask those who have attempted to post comments, tagged with links to their businesses, to stop doing this on the one post that I feel deserves to be left alone... 'Goodbye JT'.

This post was written as a heart-felt farewell to my dead son, so I find it a little insensitive that those of you with no more than a commercial interest in posting on my blog would choose that particular post to comment on.

I have thousands of legitimate readers and they visit because they want to learn, engage, discuss and argue with me. Please don't bother if all you want to do is sell viagra, or skin lotions, or pay-day loans. I have allowed Google ads to transmit selected items here and that is all I am permitting, so give it up.

Thank you!

Xf

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Gassy booze



Isn't it bad enough that we are dealing with more and more young drunkenness, with the prospect of alcoholism and liver failure creeping into those in their early teens, without the additional alcohol-industry-induced trauma that drinks like this can cause?

Gaby Scanlon, an 18-year-old who was given one of these cocktails, endured agonising pain and was rushed to hospital by her friends. A CT scan revealed a large hole in her stomach.

Surgeons found that the extremely low temperature of the liquid nitrogen had not only burned a hole in her stomach but had completely destroyed her stomach lining. Her whole stomach had to be removed and surgeons connected her oesophagus, which takes food from the mouth to her stomach, directly to her bowel.

Now her diet is restricted for the rest of her life.

Proponents of these 'theatrical' cocktails will say they are perfectly safe to drink and that Gaby was an unfortunate 'one-off', but is it really worth even one young person's health (and she could have died if this hadn't been dealt with quickly) for the sake of selling more booze to inexperienced drinkers? I mean, what's the point of having smoke billowing from your glass as you drink? It has no effect on the alcohol or its taste, so clearly it's a gimmick to push booze down the throats of the young and vulnerable.

If liquid nitrogen does not completely evaporate, it will instantly freeze living tissue and destroy it. You can lose fingers by just touching it. So why is it clever to add it to a drink and then hand it over to someone without controlling the situation by ensuring the evaporation process is complete? It's exactly the same as removing something from the microwave and allowing someone to eat it immediately before the cooking process has stopped.

There's too much emphasis on creative boozing these days. Educating our young about the dangers of overdoing it is hard enough but dragging them away from an attractive smoking liqueur on their rite-of-passage birthdays is going to be impossible: they drink it, they enjoy it; or they drink it and the live the rest of their lives with the consequences.

I don't want to be a kill-joy here; life is all about risk but we should not be creating and introducing those risks to our children.

Be safe.


Thursday, 18 October 2012

Shut your mouth

THIS has to be one of the scariest pieces of legislation that has ever been created.

I've often ranted on the rights of everyone to say what they mean and for those who feel 'insulted' or 'offended' to deal with it because such things are emotive and personal and there is no way of measuring them fairly. In fact, this post will be offensive to some, simply because I have stated that!

The law is pushing us all into an abyss of fear, where only those who believe themselves righteous will have a say and those of us with an alternative viewpoint or a different opinion, will be arrested for speaking out.

Does this law extend to MP's? Aren't they forever insulting each other? Aren't they always causing some form of offence in order to make clear their opposition to a rival's opinion?

This is very, very dangerous indeed. It will spell the end of this blog and the very freedom of speech that we all have a right to practise. It will insult the memories of all those who gave their lives in order to protect us from losing our born rights, including the tyranny of a minority, hell-bent on being 'offended', whatever you say to them!

Please join me and get on board with Rowan Atkinson and Stephen Fry - two very outspoken individuals who've become famous for insulting others in the name of comedy. Go HERE and vote for this rubbish law to be repealed before you say something to the neighbour's cat and find yourself arrested as a result.

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I am back at work but not quite fit for duty as yet... that'll take a few more months I suspect. Residual pain and limited strength has rendered me useless in the real world. But I'll be back. You know I will ;-)

Xf

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Calling it

They have power to make this decision on the basis of knowledge and experience but I'd argue we are using a lot more knowledge and experience out there in the world because we keep going for as long as possible.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/today/hi/today/newsid_9749000/9749017.stm

However, we are pre-hospital and doctors factor in the time we've been working on a patient before calling it.

Good quality CPR over a long period if necessary is in everyone's best interests but there has to be a time limit, so doctors will need to be given guidelines for ending the attempt, just as we are.

Xf