Every month, the ER physicians, charge nurses, and other staff members get together for about 4 hours to discuss everything that's going on within the department and how things can be improved. Other doctors I've worked with have hinted that the meeting can range from benign to turning into a huge blown-out argument, and for some reason, medical students are required to attend these things. So Kate, Adam, Garrett, Jeremy, and I went to the meeting not knowing what to expect.
The first two hours were a huge snoozefest. There were discussions with the nursing staff about new hires within the nursing and physician community (i.e. Harris hiring new neurosurgeons while trying to keep nurses from leaving), and more importantly, how to improve patient care. Several doctors (I think Dr. Trot was among them) wanted to do away with the hallway beds until all the medicine and fast track rooms were filled, since a patient has no privacy or confidentiality in a hall bed where people are passing through all the time. "Can't do a rectal exam on someone in the hall," said one. Then there was the issue of computer availability. Some wanted certain computers to be used only by physicians and not nurses or med students (understandable), and then there was the issue of overcrowding at the fast track station b/c doctors, med students, and scribes tend to congregate there and then create a mess. Sometime around 11 a.m. someone quipped that we were missing the inauguration, but no one even said a word about turning on the flat-screen TVs in the room to watch it. There was no point to the students even being there; we were only there b/c it was required by Dr. W and Dr. McC, who weren't even there the whole time b/c Dr. W was working! Adam got to leave early with Dr. K (who purposely schedules to work on the day of division meetings so he can leave earlier), but the rest of us passed the time by playing with our PDAs. At one point Garrett and I scribbed out our tentative rank lists to show them to each other, and since I had my 12 programs clustered into "tiers," he decided to rank some of my programs for me based on location alone. When I saw what he labeled as #12, I couldn't agree more.
One of the more amusing topics brought up was how the radiology system keeps a lot of the number of times an image is viewed. "If the x-ray of the patient with a fork shoved into his urethra is viewed 200,000 times, that's a HIPPA violation right there," said one. This, of course, made all the students' eyes pop open. A fork in the urethra?! Jeremy commented quietly that the other day he saw someone with an eggplant in his rectum (what on earth...). Towards the end of the meeting, however, the doctors each presented case studies. One of the doctors, who wasn't present, was on the verge of getting sued b/c he removed a foreign object from the foot of a diabetic who couldn't afford the antibiotics prescribed to him, and he ended up losing his leg. In hindsight, maybe he could have been given IV antibiotics, but it's a hard call. The doctors ended up closing the discussion b/c the doctor in question wasn't there to explain what had happened. The meeting closed on a more fun note, though, with Dr. W telling us other things that he has found in people's rectums like onions. "That was hard to remove, one slice at a time!" he said. *sigh* Why do people do stupid things in the name of pleasure?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
ER: Ninth Day
My shift today started at noon with Dr. J (whom I worked with last week), but he was stuck in traffic and therefore did not show up until 20 minutes after the hour. And even after that happened, we saw all the trauma patients together. There were a few interesting trauma cases today. One woman in a wheelchair got run over by a car while her caretaker, who had been pushing the wheelchair across the street when it happened, lamented that she should have been the one to get hit. There was a large flap of skin hanging off her leg, exposing fascia, and I immediately wondered if Dr. J would let me sew that up. The woman, obviously in pain, asked for a pillow, so I went and got one for her. I was so busy trying to stuff the pillow into a pillowcase that I didn't see where I was walking, and suddenly I stopped to see huge gobs of brown vomit covering a section of the ER floor. "Whoa, what'd I almost step in?" I wondered aloud, then turned and saw a couple of scribes watching me with semi-amused looks on their faces. *sigh* Nice of them not to warn me. I then saw a girl lying on a stretcher that had been turned vertically so that her back was facing the wall rather than the floor. It didn't hit me until later that it was this girl that had vomited and that she'd been turned sideways to prevent aspiration.
One of our next patients was a 15-year-old girl who'd been driving an ATV vehicle that flipped, and somehow she escaped with only a bruised thigh. "Can I go see ___ now?" she asked when we were done, and her dad explained that a friend of hers who'd been riding with her had also been brought to the ER. We then went to see the friend, who turned out to be the same girl who'd thrown up all over the floor. She had a huge cut in her head that I didn't get to see, and later CTs showed a contrecoup injury with minor bleeding. Throughout the afternoon I saw her friend (the driver) crying and talking on the phone; no doubt she felt guilty and responsible for what happened to her friend (who got admitted to the ICU for her head bleed).
I expected the girl's head lac and the other woman's leg lac to be sewed up pretty quickly, and though we saw both patients between and 12 and 1, their wounds weren't sutured until close to 5:30 pm. For some reason Dr. J decided to pass on the care of those patients to Adam and Dr. K, who actually signed before us at 10:30 but ended up staying later to do the sutures. When the two of them were discussing our patients earlier, Dr. K had said, "I have a medical student who's going to be a general surgeon, he'd love to do those." What was I, chopped liver? Granted, I know Adam could do a better job of sewing than I ever could, but if he took all the good cases, then what am I going to do as an intern and I have to sew up a really complicated laceration? They'll ask, "What did you learn in your ER rotation?" Ryan's wife Margie was shadowing Dr. K again, and she told me that Adam had already drained 3 abscesses before getting to work on our teenager's head lac. How many abscesses have I drained in this ER? None. *sigh* Either I need to stop working so closely with Adam (shift-wise) or I need to work with docs who'll let me do stuff. Not to say Dr. J didn't let me see patients by myself but it's not the same.
As far as the hierarchy goes, I don't know if medical students are really on the same level as scribes, especially the ones who've worked for at least one year. One of the scribes on the team today really knew her stuff, constantly following up on my notes and getting annoyed when I tried to fix a flashing printer and ended up losing her documents. It's also interesting getting referred to as "the med student," which is usually what I hear from other physicians. Speaking of interesting cases, we had a woman present with what looked an awful lot like a UTI, but Dr. J decided to do a non-contrast CT that was able to diagnose diverticulitis. Dr. R, one of the docs we're not supposed to work with, had an elderly lady with appendicitis symptoms but did not believe it would be. "Want to bet on that?" said Dr. J, and Dr. R agreed. Apparently the winner has to buy the others' bullets at a shooting range. -__- Men.
One of our next patients was a 15-year-old girl who'd been driving an ATV vehicle that flipped, and somehow she escaped with only a bruised thigh. "Can I go see ___ now?" she asked when we were done, and her dad explained that a friend of hers who'd been riding with her had also been brought to the ER. We then went to see the friend, who turned out to be the same girl who'd thrown up all over the floor. She had a huge cut in her head that I didn't get to see, and later CTs showed a contrecoup injury with minor bleeding. Throughout the afternoon I saw her friend (the driver) crying and talking on the phone; no doubt she felt guilty and responsible for what happened to her friend (who got admitted to the ICU for her head bleed).
I expected the girl's head lac and the other woman's leg lac to be sewed up pretty quickly, and though we saw both patients between and 12 and 1, their wounds weren't sutured until close to 5:30 pm. For some reason Dr. J decided to pass on the care of those patients to Adam and Dr. K, who actually signed before us at 10:30 but ended up staying later to do the sutures. When the two of them were discussing our patients earlier, Dr. K had said, "I have a medical student who's going to be a general surgeon, he'd love to do those." What was I, chopped liver? Granted, I know Adam could do a better job of sewing than I ever could, but if he took all the good cases, then what am I going to do as an intern and I have to sew up a really complicated laceration? They'll ask, "What did you learn in your ER rotation?" Ryan's wife Margie was shadowing Dr. K again, and she told me that Adam had already drained 3 abscesses before getting to work on our teenager's head lac. How many abscesses have I drained in this ER? None. *sigh* Either I need to stop working so closely with Adam (shift-wise) or I need to work with docs who'll let me do stuff. Not to say Dr. J didn't let me see patients by myself but it's not the same.
As far as the hierarchy goes, I don't know if medical students are really on the same level as scribes, especially the ones who've worked for at least one year. One of the scribes on the team today really knew her stuff, constantly following up on my notes and getting annoyed when I tried to fix a flashing printer and ended up losing her documents. It's also interesting getting referred to as "the med student," which is usually what I hear from other physicians. Speaking of interesting cases, we had a woman present with what looked an awful lot like a UTI, but Dr. J decided to do a non-contrast CT that was able to diagnose diverticulitis. Dr. R, one of the docs we're not supposed to work with, had an elderly lady with appendicitis symptoms but did not believe it would be. "Want to bet on that?" said Dr. J, and Dr. R agreed. Apparently the winner has to buy the others' bullets at a shooting range. -__- Men.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
ER: Eighth Day
As planned, I was back at Harris at 4:00 a.m. (must be out of my mind) and welcomed by Dr. W, who immediately sent me to talk to a patient who'd been thrown off a motorcycle after her husband swerved to avoid hitting a dog. "Should have just run the damn dog over," he muttered when I asked him for a history. Another patient was soon brought in with burns on his hands and head; apparently he'd been squirting kerosene on a fire during a campfire and received a flash burn for his efforts. Aside from a few patches of missing skin on his forehead, he looked as though he got a huge sunburn above his neck, mostly 1st degree burns. That alone wasn't serious enough to admit him, but when he began coughing and wheezing (and developing a "frog" voice), we worried that he had an inhalation injury as well. Normally all burn patients go to Parkland, but the transfer would require him to be intubated and he was not that sick for sure. Dr. W made several phone calls and it was agreed that he would spend the night in ICU under observation. He was a real nice guy, with a wife in nursing school at his side. She was of Korean descent adopted by a white family as an infant, and at first he asked if I was the same or if I was born in the US (neither). Still, it made for some good conversation to keep his spirits up. At one point Dr. W joked that our guy got a "cheap face peel," which I didn't think was terribly funny since his face was peeling, but everyone else found humor in it. (Dr. W is renowned for saying the most off-the-wall things and getting away with it)
We took a brief break around 7 a.m. and I got an earful of Dr. W and another doctor (Kate's preceptor of the day) talking about how a trauma surgeon got on their backs for not reading all their CTs (which only 1-2 ER attendings do). "If I had to read all those CTs, I'd never get any work done," said the other doctor. "Trot never reads CTs." Dr. W then said I could expect to hear a lot of similar griping at the division meeting this Tuesday, but also said that it was entirely possible that med students could get thrown out b/c there's usually a lot of head-butting at these meetings. Hehe, looking forward to it.
I saw several cases of patients in chronic pain who just needed medicine refills, and two patients who came were pretty drunk. Dr. W asked one guy if he had 1 or 2 beers, and he said, "Oh, I had way more than that!" and laughed. LOL. "We got an honest one here!" Dr. W joked. Later on we had a middle-aged man come in with an awful cellulitis of the hand b/c he "shot up meth" in his vein and missed. His hand looked extremely swollen, reminding me of the questionable snake bite I saw in Austin, but he was sure that it was the meth needle that caused the infection. "At least he's honest about it," I said, and Dr. W agreed, saying that it was a stupid thing to do but that many drug addicts are unrepentant or else lie about their activities. Fortunately we didn't need to drain the guy's hand; we did put him on two antibiotics though. Maybe that'll teach him not to shoot meth again.
We took a brief break around 7 a.m. and I got an earful of Dr. W and another doctor (Kate's preceptor of the day) talking about how a trauma surgeon got on their backs for not reading all their CTs (which only 1-2 ER attendings do). "If I had to read all those CTs, I'd never get any work done," said the other doctor. "Trot never reads CTs." Dr. W then said I could expect to hear a lot of similar griping at the division meeting this Tuesday, but also said that it was entirely possible that med students could get thrown out b/c there's usually a lot of head-butting at these meetings. Hehe, looking forward to it.
I saw several cases of patients in chronic pain who just needed medicine refills, and two patients who came were pretty drunk. Dr. W asked one guy if he had 1 or 2 beers, and he said, "Oh, I had way more than that!" and laughed. LOL. "We got an honest one here!" Dr. W joked. Later on we had a middle-aged man come in with an awful cellulitis of the hand b/c he "shot up meth" in his vein and missed. His hand looked extremely swollen, reminding me of the questionable snake bite I saw in Austin, but he was sure that it was the meth needle that caused the infection. "At least he's honest about it," I said, and Dr. W agreed, saying that it was a stupid thing to do but that many drug addicts are unrepentant or else lie about their activities. Fortunately we didn't need to drain the guy's hand; we did put him on two antibiotics though. Maybe that'll teach him not to shoot meth again.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
ER: Seventh Day (lots of suturing!)
Because I took so many days off (5 in the last two weeks), I'm working weekends until next Sunday. Today I worked with another Dr. T who was known to work at a "regular" pace. His scribe was relatively new to Harris b/c he'd previously been scribing at Southwest, and this was his first time working with a medical student. At first he thought I'd be taking work away from him, so I quickly said that since I can type my own notes, he won't be as overworked when we get swamped. Even still, I think it took a while for him to warm up to me, at least until 3:00 pm when we finally were able to get away for a lunch break. He didn't bring money so I paid for both of us, and now I really appreciate the physicians who pay for the scribes' meals (most docs have two scribes, and one or two have even paid for my dinner so the expense adds up)
There were a few routine cases like an "altercation" where a guy got beat up and robbed, chronic headache, and plantar fasciitis (aggravated by a bone spur), and then Dr. W (who works 4:00 a.m. shifts) saw me and asked how good I was at suturing. Apparently he got swamped this morning and kept Jeremy (who worked the 11 p.m. shift) around until 8:00 a.m. to help him suture lacerations. This was no different; there was a patient who had a huge cut in his ear that needed sewing. Fortunately Dr. W supervised me for the first few stitches before running off to discharge patients, and for the most part I think I did pretty well. Then Dr. T told me to sew up an elbow lac on an elderly patient. Stupid me, I only sewed up half the lac and thought I was done b/c the rest of the cut was occluded by blood, but when Dr. T came to check my work I realized what I'd missed and quickly finished the job. Toward the end of the shift I got to sew the finger of a guy who hurt it during a jackhammer job, and while some parts were easily approximated, other parts were not so much. I had to cut away some of the dead tissue, but through it all the man was a good sport and thanked me after we were done. We had to give him two digital blocks b/c too much time elapsed between the 1st and 2nd dose so that he c/o pain when I tried to sew the tip of his finger. Thank goodness he didn't feel the second block.
One of my more interesting patients was a young guy who was also deaf; he and his wife (also deaf) communicated through sign language with a sign language interpreter in the room with us. Despite that, he was still able to speak some words with good precision. He had an abscess on his knee, but fortunately it wasn't big enough to drain and antibiotics were all he needed. The scribe asked how people get abscesses, and I said it would be through sharing towels and bath sponges. I overheard Dr. Trot say once that he told all his abscess patients that abscesses were caused by having too much sex, and they believe him. Yikes.
I was scheduled to work with Dr. T again tomorrow afternoon but I decided to come at 4:00 a.m. instead to helpt Dr. W out since he needed a student today. Maybe there'll be a lot to do tomorrow.
There were a few routine cases like an "altercation" where a guy got beat up and robbed, chronic headache, and plantar fasciitis (aggravated by a bone spur), and then Dr. W (who works 4:00 a.m. shifts) saw me and asked how good I was at suturing. Apparently he got swamped this morning and kept Jeremy (who worked the 11 p.m. shift) around until 8:00 a.m. to help him suture lacerations. This was no different; there was a patient who had a huge cut in his ear that needed sewing. Fortunately Dr. W supervised me for the first few stitches before running off to discharge patients, and for the most part I think I did pretty well. Then Dr. T told me to sew up an elbow lac on an elderly patient. Stupid me, I only sewed up half the lac and thought I was done b/c the rest of the cut was occluded by blood, but when Dr. T came to check my work I realized what I'd missed and quickly finished the job. Toward the end of the shift I got to sew the finger of a guy who hurt it during a jackhammer job, and while some parts were easily approximated, other parts were not so much. I had to cut away some of the dead tissue, but through it all the man was a good sport and thanked me after we were done. We had to give him two digital blocks b/c too much time elapsed between the 1st and 2nd dose so that he c/o pain when I tried to sew the tip of his finger. Thank goodness he didn't feel the second block.
One of my more interesting patients was a young guy who was also deaf; he and his wife (also deaf) communicated through sign language with a sign language interpreter in the room with us. Despite that, he was still able to speak some words with good precision. He had an abscess on his knee, but fortunately it wasn't big enough to drain and antibiotics were all he needed. The scribe asked how people get abscesses, and I said it would be through sharing towels and bath sponges. I overheard Dr. Trot say once that he told all his abscess patients that abscesses were caused by having too much sex, and they believe him. Yikes.
I was scheduled to work with Dr. T again tomorrow afternoon but I decided to come at 4:00 a.m. instead to helpt Dr. W out since he needed a student today. Maybe there'll be a lot to do tomorrow.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
ER: Sixth Day
Today I worked a noon shift with Dr. J, who came highly recommended by Dr. McC b/c he's an internist who's good at teaching, and met up with two scribes I'd met previously, Emily and Matilde. I enjoy working with the scribes; most of them are premeds who are either in the process of applying for medical school (studying for MCATs) or else waiting for February 1st to find out where they matched. The scribe I worked with yesterday said that she had already prematched at Tech and was happy to know that however the match turned out, she had a place to go next fall. The scribe program really is ideal for pre-meds; you learn so much following the physicians around.
At first we didn't have enough patients so Dr. J wanted us to follow him to see every patient. I began thinking that my time here was not being well used if I was just shadowing him like a pre-med or 1st year and was itching to see a patient by myself. Even Emily, whom I worked with on my first shift with Dr. L, could tell I was looking bored. Once we were done with the trauma patients, Dr. J started letting me see patients on my own, which I was happy about. Not too many notable traumas. One little girl had a cut on her chin and it was a real battle to get her to lie still and get stitches put in. Many families bring their children to Harris b/c Cooks is overcrowded (no surprise there), but when one family brought a 10-day-old baby, I thought, "Ok, they need to go back to Cook's."
Overall it was still a good shift, and Dr. J let us go by 7:00 pm b/c he had to drive to Dallas after that to watch a Mavericks game. Lucky him =)
At first we didn't have enough patients so Dr. J wanted us to follow him to see every patient. I began thinking that my time here was not being well used if I was just shadowing him like a pre-med or 1st year and was itching to see a patient by myself. Even Emily, whom I worked with on my first shift with Dr. L, could tell I was looking bored. Once we were done with the trauma patients, Dr. J started letting me see patients on my own, which I was happy about. Not too many notable traumas. One little girl had a cut on her chin and it was a real battle to get her to lie still and get stitches put in. Many families bring their children to Harris b/c Cooks is overcrowded (no surprise there), but when one family brought a 10-day-old baby, I thought, "Ok, they need to go back to Cook's."
Overall it was still a good shift, and Dr. J let us go by 7:00 pm b/c he had to drive to Dallas after that to watch a Mavericks game. Lucky him =)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
ER: Fifth Day *Zzz*
Another 4 a.m. shift but this time I was dead tired when I got to work this morning. On top of that, the ER was practically empty. We only had about 2-4 patients from 4 a.m. to 7 p.m., when Dr. L was pretty much the only doctor in the ER (the 11 pm doc went home sometime between 4 and 5 a.m. because there were no patients for him to see). I was fine with that, but I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that there were no procedures to be done. Dr. L is really nice and doesn't ask much of me, but she does everything from intubations to sutures so I really haven't been able to "get my hands dirty." Maybe I'll get my chance with the other docs.
The day got more interesting when two different young men came in with what they called "abdominal pain" but turned out to be "flank pain," and both turned out to have kidney stones. And the stories they gave me said nothing of kidney stones. The first guy said he probably pulled a muscle while playing with his dog. The second guy was awakened this morning by severe pain and he couldn't stop writhing when we saw him. Dr. L, having been a physician for 20 years, recognized these symptoms as kidney stones and asked all the right questions (i.e. "any testicular pain?") *sigh* I have much to learn, it seems. It's amazing what injuries people can get on the job as well; we had several wrist/thumb injuries that required use of Tinel's, Phalens, and Finkelstein tests.
There was also a TV station at the hospital today to do a special on women's care, and they needed one of the ER docs to make an appearance. Dr. L didn't want to do it, so she asked another doc (one of two brothers who work in the ER) to do it. He then suggested that one Dr. B in the ER should appear on the video to make a statement. In the end, both male attendings bailed on the special, and Dr. L reluctantly went do the recording. Afterwards, Dr. B arrived with Garrett in tow and asked, "So, how's your day been?" When Dr. L glared at him and asked where he was during the filming, he said he was trying to fix up a nursing home patient, but the huge grin on his face told that he had deliberately picked up a patient to avoid being on TV. "So, what time will I see you on TV?" he asked, and Dr. L rolled her eyes.
One of the last patients I saw was a girl my age; she had a "felon," or a thumb pad infection that had spread below her nail, and it took several marcaine injections later before Dr. L could remove her nail and let the pus drain from a fishmouth incision along the thumb pad. Removing a nail looks extremely painful; I wouldn't have been able to watch that procedure if it were me getting my thumbnail cut off.
The day got more interesting when two different young men came in with what they called "abdominal pain" but turned out to be "flank pain," and both turned out to have kidney stones. And the stories they gave me said nothing of kidney stones. The first guy said he probably pulled a muscle while playing with his dog. The second guy was awakened this morning by severe pain and he couldn't stop writhing when we saw him. Dr. L, having been a physician for 20 years, recognized these symptoms as kidney stones and asked all the right questions (i.e. "any testicular pain?") *sigh* I have much to learn, it seems. It's amazing what injuries people can get on the job as well; we had several wrist/thumb injuries that required use of Tinel's, Phalens, and Finkelstein tests.
There was also a TV station at the hospital today to do a special on women's care, and they needed one of the ER docs to make an appearance. Dr. L didn't want to do it, so she asked another doc (one of two brothers who work in the ER) to do it. He then suggested that one Dr. B in the ER should appear on the video to make a statement. In the end, both male attendings bailed on the special, and Dr. L reluctantly went do the recording. Afterwards, Dr. B arrived with Garrett in tow and asked, "So, how's your day been?" When Dr. L glared at him and asked where he was during the filming, he said he was trying to fix up a nursing home patient, but the huge grin on his face told that he had deliberately picked up a patient to avoid being on TV. "So, what time will I see you on TV?" he asked, and Dr. L rolled her eyes.
One of the last patients I saw was a girl my age; she had a "felon," or a thumb pad infection that had spread below her nail, and it took several marcaine injections later before Dr. L could remove her nail and let the pus drain from a fishmouth incision along the thumb pad. Removing a nail looks extremely painful; I wouldn't have been able to watch that procedure if it were me getting my thumbnail cut off.
ER: Fourth Day (Family Day)
I was supposed to work yesterday morning but ended up not going to work b/c I didn't want to work from 10:30 a.m. to 7:30 pm (worst case scenario), then go to bed two hours later to rise at 3:20 a.m. to get to work. Instead I spent the day running errands (writing my last batch of thank-you notes, dropping off my suit at the cleaners), getting things done that I normally would not have done had I worked that shift.
I reported to work at 4:00 a.m. to find a mostly empty ER. I immediately met up with my attending, Dr. L, whom I've also selected to be my grading attending. "I don't know what you've heard down the grapevine, but I don't do many procedures," she said. That was fine with me; I didn't want my grade in ER to be based on how straight my stitches were or how many LPs I do. That's not to say I don't want to get through my entire month without doing a single procedure, but since I'll be rotating with other attendings I'll probably get lots of opportunities to learn. And if I'm ever on at the same time as Dr. Trot, I'll be sure to get a few things in.
We saw several interesting cases today. One guy came in with a partial fingertip avulsion from accidentally hurting himself in the gym; it looked as though the tip of his finger (nail and all) had been ripped from his bone. It looked extremely painful but he didn't feel a thing (probably a blessing, and since it was such a complicated wound I had no problem letting Dr. L sew it up. The wound bled well, which was a good sign, but later the tip of his finger looked dusky, which was an ominous sign. The probability that he'll lose his finger tip is still very real, and the patient lamented that his wife was going to yell at him. Another guy about my age fell off a truck during a tailgate party and scraped a bunch of skin off the back of his head. Those were the notable traumas.
I spotted Garrett in the ER finally; he'd taken a week off to finish his interviews and was just now starting his ER rotation. There were an awful lot of family members with different problems in the ER today. One woman who'd been off her Xanax for two days alternating between expressing concern for her hospitalized husband and crying hysterically over her dog at the drop of a hat. Apparently she felt a seizure coming en route to the hospital and had to leave her dog in the truck when an ambulance picked her up. She kept wanting to leave AMA to get her dog, and finally someone called Animal Control to pick up her dog and ease her mind. Another woman needed an abscess drained, and as it turned out her sister's boyfriend was in another room, so at her request I got the sister and asked her to come hold the patient's hand during the I&D. That was a good thing; the poor patient screamed a LOT during the procedure. I saw one man for a knee injury, and two hours later I saw him in another patient's room. It turns out that patient was "the mother of his babies" and he was upset when she sent him out of the room as Dr. L revealed her labwork results to her. He wasn't too happy about that one. Then we treated a MVC victim whose daughter was also brought the Harris for injuries sustained in the same accident. It was crazy.
My shift ended at about 12:00 pm and I went to the lounge to find Garrett struggling over how to schedule his shifts after Jeremy, Kate, Adam, and I already chose the best times for ourselves. I felt bad for him so to help out I gave up some of my morning shifts for him in exchange for later times or dates. It was nothing big since the two of us worked together in the ICU back in September and I knew that he, at least, would appreciate my gesture.
I reported to work at 4:00 a.m. to find a mostly empty ER. I immediately met up with my attending, Dr. L, whom I've also selected to be my grading attending. "I don't know what you've heard down the grapevine, but I don't do many procedures," she said. That was fine with me; I didn't want my grade in ER to be based on how straight my stitches were or how many LPs I do. That's not to say I don't want to get through my entire month without doing a single procedure, but since I'll be rotating with other attendings I'll probably get lots of opportunities to learn. And if I'm ever on at the same time as Dr. Trot, I'll be sure to get a few things in.
We saw several interesting cases today. One guy came in with a partial fingertip avulsion from accidentally hurting himself in the gym; it looked as though the tip of his finger (nail and all) had been ripped from his bone. It looked extremely painful but he didn't feel a thing (probably a blessing, and since it was such a complicated wound I had no problem letting Dr. L sew it up. The wound bled well, which was a good sign, but later the tip of his finger looked dusky, which was an ominous sign. The probability that he'll lose his finger tip is still very real, and the patient lamented that his wife was going to yell at him. Another guy about my age fell off a truck during a tailgate party and scraped a bunch of skin off the back of his head. Those were the notable traumas.
I spotted Garrett in the ER finally; he'd taken a week off to finish his interviews and was just now starting his ER rotation. There were an awful lot of family members with different problems in the ER today. One woman who'd been off her Xanax for two days alternating between expressing concern for her hospitalized husband and crying hysterically over her dog at the drop of a hat. Apparently she felt a seizure coming en route to the hospital and had to leave her dog in the truck when an ambulance picked her up. She kept wanting to leave AMA to get her dog, and finally someone called Animal Control to pick up her dog and ease her mind. Another woman needed an abscess drained, and as it turned out her sister's boyfriend was in another room, so at her request I got the sister and asked her to come hold the patient's hand during the I&D. That was a good thing; the poor patient screamed a LOT during the procedure. I saw one man for a knee injury, and two hours later I saw him in another patient's room. It turns out that patient was "the mother of his babies" and he was upset when she sent him out of the room as Dr. L revealed her labwork results to her. He wasn't too happy about that one. Then we treated a MVC victim whose daughter was also brought the Harris for injuries sustained in the same accident. It was crazy.
My shift ended at about 12:00 pm and I went to the lounge to find Garrett struggling over how to schedule his shifts after Jeremy, Kate, Adam, and I already chose the best times for ourselves. I felt bad for him so to help out I gave up some of my morning shifts for him in exchange for later times or dates. It was nothing big since the two of us worked together in the ICU back in September and I knew that he, at least, would appreciate my gesture.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
ER: Third Day
This afternoon I went to work and reintroduced myself to Dr. Trot. "Oh, did you get the short end of the straw?" he joked. Not really; I chose to work with him because he came highly recommended. He was also known to work at "lightning speed" and I soon saw how true that was. He moved really quickly from room to room so that whenever I finished seeing a patient, I had really search for him or his scribes. I never even knew the histories for half the patients he saw, focusing only on the 6-7 that I picked up. Now that I had an Epic password, I realized just how much Dr. Trot expected me to do. Aside from documenting everything, he also wanted me to order labs and tests by myself and have him approve those later on. There were other times where he'd tell me to order things in rapid succession and I'd have to ask him to repeat himself. "Don't try to memorize these, write them down," he said. Very different from Dr. McC, who said I didn't need to write things down, just do a 45-second presentation of what was important. I prefer writing them down though.
My first patient was a 58-year-old Type I diabetic who initially came for nausea and vomiting but later developed DKA during his stay in the ER. "What tests do you order?" asked Dr. Trot, and I said ketones and ABG. Another patient was a woman in her sixties who hadn't had anything to eat or drink for 8 days b/c she "felt sick," and she looked very jaundiced. Her liver enzymes came back normal, however, and I overheard Dr. Trot ask his scribes what the most deadly cancer was. "Pancreatic?" said one. Yup...painless jaundice usually points in the direction of pancreatic cancer. I also had two abdominal pains. One said his entire family got food poisoning about a week ago but only his symptoms persisted. CT showed a perfed appendix. Another guy had flank pain and hematuria so I immediately thought it was a pyelo. "What about leukocytes?" asked Dr. Trot. Oops, those were negative. "He has chronic hematuria from a kidney tumor," he said. "Talk to him about it." *sigh* Clearly I was not asking any right questions. One woman came in with suprapubic pain and increased urinary frequency, and I was all for calling it a UTI. A beta-HCG revealed she was pregnant (she already had a 12-year-old son and was shocked to get the news), and a sonogram revealed she was 7 weeks along. She also had PID and had to be treated for that. Then an 18-year-old girl came in with flank pain that turned out to be from an ovarian cyst. I had to do pelvics on both. Meanwhile, Adam got to do two LPs, a shoulder reduction, and a paracentesis (which I observed along with Ryan D's wife, who was shadowing Adam's preceptor). When I joked that Adam should give me an LP if he's too busy, he said that it was Dr. Trot that gave him these procedures. -_- Not fair, but I guess Dr. Trot preferred for me to see patients. Besides, I'm sure if Dr. Trot sees me around in the future with nothing to do, he'll give me something to do. My last patient had a bad case of hyperemesis gravidarum (this was her third pregnancy and her previous two were equally bad), and she wondered aloud if she was being punished somehow. I spent about 5-10 minutes listening to how every pregnancy has been so difficult for her and that she would like nothing better than to be happily pregnant like most expectant mothers, but fortunately her faith was sustaining her through her ordeal. *sigh* Rough times.
I left the hospital shortly before 11 pm, without ever hearing back from my jaundice patient (her CTs were done very late), but maybe it's best that I don't know what's wrong with her.
My first patient was a 58-year-old Type I diabetic who initially came for nausea and vomiting but later developed DKA during his stay in the ER. "What tests do you order?" asked Dr. Trot, and I said ketones and ABG. Another patient was a woman in her sixties who hadn't had anything to eat or drink for 8 days b/c she "felt sick," and she looked very jaundiced. Her liver enzymes came back normal, however, and I overheard Dr. Trot ask his scribes what the most deadly cancer was. "Pancreatic?" said one. Yup...painless jaundice usually points in the direction of pancreatic cancer. I also had two abdominal pains. One said his entire family got food poisoning about a week ago but only his symptoms persisted. CT showed a perfed appendix. Another guy had flank pain and hematuria so I immediately thought it was a pyelo. "What about leukocytes?" asked Dr. Trot. Oops, those were negative. "He has chronic hematuria from a kidney tumor," he said. "Talk to him about it." *sigh* Clearly I was not asking any right questions. One woman came in with suprapubic pain and increased urinary frequency, and I was all for calling it a UTI. A beta-HCG revealed she was pregnant (she already had a 12-year-old son and was shocked to get the news), and a sonogram revealed she was 7 weeks along. She also had PID and had to be treated for that. Then an 18-year-old girl came in with flank pain that turned out to be from an ovarian cyst. I had to do pelvics on both. Meanwhile, Adam got to do two LPs, a shoulder reduction, and a paracentesis (which I observed along with Ryan D's wife, who was shadowing Adam's preceptor). When I joked that Adam should give me an LP if he's too busy, he said that it was Dr. Trot that gave him these procedures. -_- Not fair, but I guess Dr. Trot preferred for me to see patients. Besides, I'm sure if Dr. Trot sees me around in the future with nothing to do, he'll give me something to do. My last patient had a bad case of hyperemesis gravidarum (this was her third pregnancy and her previous two were equally bad), and she wondered aloud if she was being punished somehow. I spent about 5-10 minutes listening to how every pregnancy has been so difficult for her and that she would like nothing better than to be happily pregnant like most expectant mothers, but fortunately her faith was sustaining her through her ordeal. *sigh* Rough times.
I left the hospital shortly before 11 pm, without ever hearing back from my jaundice patient (her CTs were done very late), but maybe it's best that I don't know what's wrong with her.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
ER: Second Day
Today I was scheduled to work the 5:30 pm shift with Dr. McC, who showed us around the ER at orientation, because he said if we needed suture practice he'd be happy to show us early in the rotation. Because I just came back from 3 days in Philadelphia for interviews, I had yet to complete the online courses required to get an Epic password, so I needed the (lone) scribe to log me into computers to document my HPIs, ROS, and physical exams. For the most part it was fine. One notable case was an 85-year-old woman with "poop coming out of her vagina." There was a lot of fecal matter in her diaper and we had to make sure that there really was a rectovaginal fistula so this poor woman got a pelvic exam. And when Dr. McC removed the speculum, the head was entirely covered with fecal matter. So yeah...looked like there was a fistula except it wasn't visible on CT, so surgery had to be consulted. For the most part it was a fairly busy night, but Dr. McC never fell behind. I had to learn some terminology/Dr. McC-isms like IGYWUs (I got your work ups, pronounced "Iggy-woos"), IGY-Qus (I got your quickies), Triple Whammy (Vicodin, Motrin, and Robaxin) and BAH (big-ass heart).
There were other ER docs working around us, most notable was Dr. "Trot," who was getting a lot of attention b/c he recently appeared on a TV commercial. He and Dr. McC discussed colleges for their kids at one point, so I offered some input about UT. Then towards the end of the evening, Dr. Trot came by and asked if I'd done any LPs before. I said no (which wasn't entirely true; Dr. F let me attempt one on my last shift but I'd failed), so he sent me to another room to do an LP on a young guy with a fever. Fortunately with Dr. Trot's guidance (he let me set up, which I did correctly except for marking the spot where the needle was to go in), I was able to get CSF on the second try, and I talked to the patient to keep his mind off the procedure (we knew we were in the spinal canal when he said, "OW!") CSF looked clear, which was good. Fortunately we all finished by midnight (by which time Dr. McC was ready and eager to go home so we didn't go over sutures), so I spent the next 30 minutes taking all my courses so that I could activate my Epic password. I'll be working with Dr. Trot tomorrow, and I do not want to appear like I don't know anything in front of him.
There were other ER docs working around us, most notable was Dr. "Trot," who was getting a lot of attention b/c he recently appeared on a TV commercial. He and Dr. McC discussed colleges for their kids at one point, so I offered some input about UT. Then towards the end of the evening, Dr. Trot came by and asked if I'd done any LPs before. I said no (which wasn't entirely true; Dr. F let me attempt one on my last shift but I'd failed), so he sent me to another room to do an LP on a young guy with a fever. Fortunately with Dr. Trot's guidance (he let me set up, which I did correctly except for marking the spot where the needle was to go in), I was able to get CSF on the second try, and I talked to the patient to keep his mind off the procedure (we knew we were in the spinal canal when he said, "OW!") CSF looked clear, which was good. Fortunately we all finished by midnight (by which time Dr. McC was ready and eager to go home so we didn't go over sutures), so I spent the next 30 minutes taking all my courses so that I could activate my Epic password. I'll be working with Dr. Trot tomorrow, and I do not want to appear like I don't know anything in front of him.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
ER: First Day
Today was my first official day of ER at Harris. Orientation was yesterday and I found that I was working with Adam, Kate, and a PA named Jeremy. The four of us were able to plan our schedules together after getting our IDs made. I'll be working a couple of 4 a.m. shifts because Dina and Ben both said the attending there was really nice.
Since I didn't have a log-on, I followed Dr. F (the attending I signed up with) and his two scribes most of the time. Toward the end of the shift I was allowed to see a few patients on my own and then report my findings to him. Everything in ER is so fast-paced and not very detailed. ER physicians just want the important facts. That's something I'll have to get used to b/c I tend to focus on details.
Since I didn't have a log-on, I followed Dr. F (the attending I signed up with) and his two scribes most of the time. Toward the end of the shift I was allowed to see a few patients on my own and then report my findings to him. Everything in ER is so fast-paced and not very detailed. ER physicians just want the important facts. That's something I'll have to get used to b/c I tend to focus on details.
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