E is for Emergency

23 09 2007

This is a topic that I want to be really thorough about. I wanted to write “emergencies” ever since I started training in the emergency room of PGH. Me and my fellow doctors talk about it all the time. It is the primary duty of a doctor to know what is and is not an emergency, and what incident is more emergent than the other. First let’s start off by defining what EMERGENCY is.

According to Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary:

Main Entry: emer·gen·cy
Pronunciation: i-'m&r-j&nt-sE
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -cies
Usage: often attributive
1 : an unforeseen combination of circumstances or the resulting state that calls for immediate action
2 : an urgent need for assistance or relief <the governor declared a state of emergency after the flood>

I prefer to use the first definition because it is more complete. There are 2 important keywords: unforeseen and immediate. Unforeseen circumstances include gunshot wounds, vehicular accidents, seizures, and strokes. Emergency rooms usually do not let these cases transfer to other hospitals UNLESS the ER is very full. In cases that they have to transfer patients, we make sure that the patient is STABLE enough to make the travel, while explaining to the relatives that there is still a risk that the patient MAY die on the road. That is why in ideal situations, a doctor must either accompany the patient to the next hospital, or at least call the next hospital to check if they have vacancy. We hardly see doctors accompany patients to other hospitals anymore. PGH has too many patients and it would be too much of a loss to send a doctor out. Sometimes when a patient has to go out for a diagnostic procedure, the residents send an intern to facilitate it. A lot of other hospitals send patients straight to PGH because patients could not afford the prices in private hospitals. And a lot of patients are turned down because of improper conduction (or improper transfer).

Mistake #1: The resident of the hospital where the patient is coming from did not coordinate with the ER officer of PGH that they are sending over a patient. They send in people when in truth there is no more room for the patients. Sometimes they send the patient to PGH because they could not afford the CT scan there, when they do not know the the PGH CT scan is BROKEN. UP-PGH is the most popular and biggest charity hospital in the Philippines, and so we get a LOT of cases, that are sometimes too much for us to handle.

Solution: Coordinate well with the other doctor. It’s all about communicaton.

The next keyword in the definition of emergency is IMMEDIATE.

Mistake #2: Going to the emergency room but is not really an emergency.

Here comes a patient looking weak (acting weak?).

I ask politely: “Sir what is the reason for coming to the hospital at 2 in the morning?”

He answers: “My stomach hurts.”

Me: “Did somebody punch it?”

Patient: “No.”

Me: “Since when has it been like this?”

Patient: “Since 2 weeks ago.”

And my face melts. A stomachache of 2 weeks duration is NOT AN EMERGENCY. If it were a stomachache of 2 hours that is focused on the right lower quadrant, then maybe I would entertain appendicitis which requires emergency surgery.

Solution: A 2 week duration stomachache is best handled on an out patient basis! You should have come during office hours.

Mistake #3: A not-so-life-threatening case.

Triage: “Why are you coming into the emergency room?”

Patient: “My eyes are red and itchy.”

Sore eyes can be handled in an outpatient basis. It does not pose an immediate threat to the patient.  Cases like this which we cannot fully ignore are sent to “Ambulatory Care”.  The clinic in PGH which caters to not-so-emergency cases but are cases which cause the patient discomfort so we cannot send them home immediately.

Solution: Do not immediately send these patients away. Assess the patient well, and then make sure that the reason for coming is really emergent. Are you sure it is just Sore eyes? Maybe it is acid burn. A good history and PE is worth more than 1 diagnostic exam.

Mistake #4: Not being able to detect a TRUE emergency. Sometimes I want to bump my head into a wall when I hear about cases when a burn victim is brought to the ER 2 WEEKS AFTER the incident. The wound looks contaminated, and the patient cannot feel the affected limb. The time for saving that body part has come and gone. Time for amputation.

I really wish that people would learn to understand one thing:

FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED does NOT apply to the ER!

In the ER, the patients who get full attention first are the ones in the brink of dying, or in Tagalog, “Agaw buhay”.  I remember one time as a clerk in UMC, that I was ambu-bagging (pumping oxygen for the patient to breathe) a small infant whose heart suddenly stops beating.  All the nurses were busy fixing the patients IV line and administering emergency medicine.  My resident was barking orders all of the place in order to save this poor baby’s life.  Then with no sensitivity at all, this woman, a mother of a child with cough, comes up to me while I was ambu-bagging and says:

“Are the labs of my child done yet?  We’ve been waiting for hours.”

I really wanted to strangle her but of course I couldn’t do that while I was ambu-bagging hehehe.  Please, be patient.  One of the consultants in UMC who is very particular about doctor-patient relationships insisted that once in a while, we should tell the not-so-emergent patients that we apologize for the inconvinience that they are experiencing.  True, it would make them understand and be a little more patient.  But honestly, is it even necessary for me to tell you to WAIT while we try to keep this other patient from leaving the face of the earth?

Ahh… Emergency room DRAMA.  That’s why I admire those Americans who make TV shows out of hospital happenings.  Why don’t we do that here?  We get a lot of them in PGH alone.

Before I forget, I also want to emphasize this one detail about the ER:

ER is not = Ward

When a patient is stable but is in need of daily medical management, it is best that they are placed in the wards right after being stabilized by the ER staff.  Once they are not having airway or breathing problems, and all of their vital signs are stable, they should either be sent home, or admitted.  The ER is like a gateway.  It is not for long term care.  It is all about saving people enough to live another day.  Because of PGH’s large yet full wards, people end up staying in the ER for a long time which ideally, should not be the case.  That is why the ER has a room called the OU, which stands for Observation Unit.  In my opinion it stands for Overstaying unit.  It’s risky to keep a stable patient in the ER.  They could get infected by another patient or what.  They are lucky that there is a place like this in the ER.  Otherwise, they might have to be sent to another hospital with enough beds.  When I am in the ER, I like to get the job done quickly so that I could either send the patient home or admit the patient.  Because overstaying patients are the ones causing the crowds, not to mention that they also have watchers or relatives making the ER crowded.  How can we manage the real emergencies when so many people are getting in the way?  They make the ER more toxic than it really should.

The ER is a dynamic and action-packed place to be.  But not everyone should be there.  Now you know why in the hospital, we don’t just lump patients in one room.  There is the Out Patient Department (OPD), the Emergency Room (ER), the Operating Room (OR), the Pay ward, and the Charity ward.  Maybe one day I can discuss how things go in those are rooms.  But for now…

Know your place.





another case of neglect

13 09 2007

I hate verbally abusive parents.  Absolutely.  I used to get them a lot when I was in my “angry teenager” days, when I had the urge to argue with them all the time.  It’s normal to get verbal abuse at that point in time, so that’s not what I am talking about.  What I really hate are verbally abusive parents who scream at their TODDLERS for doing things that they can’t really control because they don’t know any better.  It is even WORSE when the parents scream at them even if it is partly their fault.  Ahh there’s the kicker…

2 days ago I was in the ER, and this couple came with their 2 year old son, who for some unknown reason, accidentally swallowed a 1 peso coin.  He was breathing normally, and was only crying… why?  Because his mother was scolding him!  The little boy couldn’t help but vomit some saliva every now and then, and this made the mother stressed out even more.

I told the mother to calm down, and of course, I ended up getting screamed at as well.  Then the “ever-so-knowledgeable” father comes up to me and said in Tagalog,

“Why aren’t you doing anything about my son?  That’s why people DIE in this hospital, it’s because of YOU people”

Pointing at my face.  I knew better, but I really wanted to tell him “That’s why kids end up swallowing coins, it’s because of YOU idiots…”

I was raised well enough to know that coins are definitely not edible.  And that is how a 1 peso coin ended up costing the parents 3,000 pesos to get the stinkin’ coin out of the son’s esophagus.

When God said to man, “Go and multiply.”  He didn’t mean “Go and make as many babies as possible.”  I now what I can, and can’t handle.  No babies for me for now.  It’s hard enough taking care of my own mess.

So for those of you parents who are in the “live and let die” mode, please, spare your children.





bad luck comes in 3’s

10 09 2007

Yesterday I came back to Manila from my weekend break.  As good as the weekend was, my week didn’t start as well.  I am known for being forgetful no matter how paranoid I am, and today was no exception.  I woke up early, but I ended up going to the hospital in a rush because:

1. my nameplate is missing

2.  my glasses are missing

Fantastic.  Of all the days to lose my nameplate, it is when I am in the department that is very strict with the dress code.  Today I am lucky since I am only going into the operating room where they don’t expect you to wear a nameplate, but tomorrow I am going on duty in the ER.  Incomplete uniform = 5 hours extension in ENT.  God, what did I do to deserve this?  The last time I saw my name plate was when I wore them home to Batangas.  I went home wearing my uniform because my mother decided it wasn’t necessary to go to the dorm anymore before travelling to the province.  It’s not her fault, but if I just had the chance to change into regular clothing maybe this would never have happened.  I already called home, and bad luck, they can’t find it.  I can’t find it in my dorm either.  Please Lord let me find it by this evening, I know it’s here somewhere (I hope).  Tomorrow my cousin Albert is going to this place where they make name plates.  But he won’t be able to give it to me until the afternoon.  Lucky I’ll be if I find it by today.  Lucky if i don’t find it, and my resident doesn’t notice I am not wearing one.  All this wishful thinking is making me nauseous.

Out of all that looking, I was already in the locker room of the OR when I realized:

3.  I forgot to bring OR slippers.

Dyuskuday!!! I am still young yet I am so forgetful, I couldn’t help but cry a little because I felt so ashamed.  I hate feeling so irresponsible especially with my mom leaving for the US today.  I want her to feel that I would be fine while she is away, and look what I brought her, the shame of a forgetful daughter.

When I got back home, I found my glasses instantly, but my nameplate is still missing.  Please lord, gimme a sign, where is that thing…





my nose, my ears, my throat, and my head…

5 09 2007

yes, i have entered the world of otolaryngology, better known as the -ear-nose-throat- specialist.  The week didn’t start out that right coz i wasn’t really prepared for it.  I guess there was just this part of me that was denying that surgery would eventually end.  So I chose not to borrow a head mirror and get my otoscope fixed until the last minute.  I know, it’s not a good attitude, but the denial was a great part of it.  And so, the day came, I had people consulting me for ear pain, and nose polyps and neck masses.  I didn’t even have my book on the first day, so everything I knew in the OPD was practically baseline knowledge.  Which is slim to none.  Bore me.

Today, at least I got out of the OPD by being in the operating room (ahhh…).  I asked the kind resident, “Maam, will I scrub in now?”, and she told me “No dear, you just watch ok?”  What an experience.   I understood why, since there were already 3 residents on the field.  I took advantage of the situation by taking lots of pictures.  But believe me when I say that it won’t be proper to place the pictures here.  (Unless you want to see half a person’s face taken off).  I couldn’t help but get sleepy from the fact that all i did was stare… and stare… It’s a good thing that a fellow intern was there with me… also in the midst of dozing off from lack of a better thing to do.

Honestly, I want to tell myself to give ENT a try, but the scene isn’t really as inviting.  I am more grossed out by the ENT surgeries than General surgery… Still, I constantly remind myself to change my attitude so that I won’t suffer as much.  Try doing that when you have a report to write and a presentation 2 days from the day you came in to the department.  Fantastic.

The only thing that is good about this whole rotation is the weekend off… meaning the ABSENCE of it.  I guess you won’t be expecting me to be the next “Dr. Carlos Jugo” anytime soon.