"I
was trying to get a buzz," he slurred before closing his eyes and dropping
off to sleep again.
I
had just walked in to an evening shift in the ER and had picked up my first
patient of the night. He had come in after taking about five tabs of methadone
earlier that morning that he had bought off someone. After ingesting them
earlier this morning, he spent the next few hours "falling out"
(fainting) about four times at home. Once he had "sobered up," he
decided maybe that wasn't normal and he should come and get checked out.
We
went through all of the usual questions – no, he said he didn't take anything
else. No, he wasn't trying to kill himself. No, no other medical issues. He was
groggy but conversational, his vitals were normal at the moment, and he wasn't
having any acute issues so after we talked and I examined him I left to go find
one of the ER attendings to discuss what to do about this guy going forward.
Even though he had been using sedating medications, passing out several times
and falling at home isn't normal. Also, his EKG (an electrical picture of what
his heart was doing for a few seconds) was a little bit abnormal, so he was
likely going to buy himself a bit of a workup and likely admission.
The
night went on. I walked out of another patient's room a little bit later and
went to a computer to check on the workup of some of my patients so far and
noticed that the methadone guy had been moved to one of the resuscitation
rooms. Turns out he had an episode of ventricular tachycardia (a very fast,
abnormal heart rhythm) that was caught on the heart monitor in his room. It was
short but that's definitely not normal, so he was moved to a room where we
could watch him more closely and intervene if needed.
Turns
out, that was also a good idea.
Shortly
after his first brief episode of "v-tach," he went into another one –
longer this time. He had a pulse but wasn't responding – the heart wasn't able
to pump enough blood to the brain. We had already put the defibrillator pads on
him, so after he became unresponsive we started charging the machine and
delivered the shock. He almost jumped off the stretcher, but immediately he was
awake and the monitor was demonstrating a normal heart rhythm again. The
attending started a constant infusion of a medication called amiodarone to
hopefully keep his heart rhythm normal and we started working to get this guy
upstairs to the ICU for further observation and care.
Turns
out, his heart had other plans. As we were working in his room, he became
unresponsive. V-tach again. He had a pulse. Charge, clear, shock, jump, awake. Breathe.
Time to get this guy upstairs. We began to wheel him out of his room into the
hallway towards the doors to the elevator when he became unresponsive again.
Again, he still had a pulse. Charge, back to the room, clear, shock, jump,
awake. Breathe.
This
happened five times in a space of a few minutes. This guy needed to be sedated
so we could continue to care for him and shock him if needed. That means we
needed to "take his airway," or intubate him – put a long breathing
tube down through his mouth, past his vocal cords, and into his lungs.
As it happened, the day before we had just had a (timely, it turns out) skills session learning how to intubate, run a code, and use the defibrillator. As we were preparing to intubate him, the attending turned to me and asks, "Have you ever done this before?"
"Nope…
but we did just practice yesterday."
He
hands me the blade, a short curved metal instrument with a handle that you
insert into the patient's mouth while standing behind their head to sweep the
tongue to the side and lift up the soft tissues of the jaw to expose the vocal
cords, which hide deep in the throat. "You're up."
Well
ok then.
We run through the pre–intubation checklist (in medicine, as with most things, the most important part of any task is the preparation). Suction. Bag-valve mask at the ready. Oxygen on the patient. Blades. Tubes. Meds. All of the tools we need to place the airway and make sure it's in the right place when we are done. Finally, it's time. He has been paralyzed and is now depending on us to breath for him, which means we have a limited amount of time to get things in place.
The
day before, we had practiced on plastic mannequins. Their airways were, well,
plastic and actually really hard to work with. You have to lift up on the
handle of your blade once it's inserted in the mouth to expose the cords, but
you have to be careful about how you lift – if you lift the wrong way, you'll
break their teeth. With the mannequins, you almost had to lift the disembodied
torso off the table to visualize the cords.
Human
tissue, it turns out, is a lot more pliable. I opened the patient's mouth,
inserted the blade (this is the side to put it in on, right?), swept the
tongue aside, and lifted the blade towards the corner of the room, surprised at
how easy everything was move out of the way.
Breath
in.
This
is the part where everything falls into place or falls apart. Almost
immediately, I could see the floppy epiglottis hanging down, obscuring my view.
"Push
the blade in just a bit further."
I
eased the tip of the blade in just a bit further behind the epiglottis, lifted
up just a bit more… and there they were. Beautiful pearly white cords.
"I
see the cords."
Breath
out.
I
held out my hand and someone handed the endotracheal tube to me. They tell you
that, once you see the cords, you should never look away – you don't want to risk
losing them. I inserted the tube into his mouth, guided it towards his glottis,
and was relieved to see the tube passing easily through the cords.
"I'm
through."
My
job was over for now – I removed the blade, we secured the tube, and began
taking care of all the other tasks that need to happen once someone is
unconscious and depending on a team of strangers to help them breathe.
______________
That
night was probably one of the more memorable moments of my month in emergency
medicine and certainly embodies some of the reasons why I personally think the
specialty is one of the best jobs in medicine, but it certainly isn't how the
whole month went. Every other shift was filled with hours of seemingly more
mundane encounters – sorting through which chest pain patient might actually be
having a heart attack, which belly pain patient was actually having an
abdominal emergency, helping patients who came in short of breath to rest a bit
easier, and figuring out which kids were potentially sick or not. Not all of it
was fit for prime time TV, but I thought it was one of the best months of
medical school.
It
was very different than all of the rest of my third year rotations. The pace,
the patients, the focus – it was a huge paradigm shift from working on the
floors or in clinic. In the ER, you had to move fast or drown in the sea of
patients waiting just outside the double doors in the waiting room. While
upstairs I might have had the opportunity to spend an eternity chart reviewing
a new patient, poking through their old medical records, and even writing most
of my note before I even had to go see them, when I was in the emergency
department I was lucky to see their initial vitals and a triage note before I
walked into the room. You had to think on your feet and form your differential
diagnoses at the bedside and walk out of the room after a brief encounter with
at least an initial plan of action.
One
of the doctors, on my first shift, spent a few minutes giving me and another
student a few pointers before sending us off to see patients. "In the
ER," he said, "you don't have time to think. Don't think. Just do.
You have to do your thinking outside of the ER." And for the most part,
that proved to be true. If there was something I didn't know about on the
floors, it wasn't unusual for me to have some time, at least in the afternoon,
to sit down and read about a topic for a few minutes. That wasn't typically the
case here – if I needed to look something up before presenting a patient, I had
maybe a couple of minutes tops before I would start running behind. You really
had to spend time off of your shift thinking through how you would react in the
first few minutes of any given patient encounter, what your initial actions would
be, what questions you'd ask, what physical exam portions you'd emphasize, what
your top differential diagnoses would be, and how you'd go about working that
patient up, if at all.
We
spent about half of our shifts over the course of the month working at Loyola
and the other half working at a community hospital nearby. Personally, I
actually really enjoyed the community shifts more – at Loyola, a large tertiary
care center, there was a "team" for everything (strokes, heart
attacks, trauma, etc.) and a separate pediatrics section. So while we stayed
plenty busy, it seemed like everyone had their hand in the pot. At the
community center, it was you, a couple of other docs, and the waiting room. You
saw all the patients, did most everything that needed doing, and functioned
like you'd imagine an emergency medicine physician would.
As
I've mentioned in previous posts, as I progressed through third year I realized
I really enjoy practicing the breadth of medicine. As I spent time in various
specialties, I was always impressed at the level of knowledge required within
that particular field but always missed "everything else." I knew
that I didn't want to be a "knee guy" or a "liver guy."
Instead, I always have found it appealing to do a bit of everything. In the
introduction chapter to Harwood–Nuss' Clinical Practice of Emergency
Medicine, the author writes the following:
"Practicing
emergency medicine is like carefully lining up a putt, then dropping the
putter, picking up a tennis racket to return a volley or two, quickly side–stepping
an onrushing tackler, and then returning to sink the putt."
Another
doctor/writer said that "Emergency Medicine is the most interesting 15
minutes of every other specialty." Essentially, it's perfect for someone
like myself who enjoys most aspects of medicine in general and really doesn't
have an interest in spending the rest of my career focusing on a limited number
of medical conditions. That said, EM provides plenty of opportunities to become
a "master" at whatever particular bit of medicine you find more
interesting than the rest – for example, sports medicine, toxicology, emergency
cardiology, resuscitation, and so on.
I've
been interested in EM since before medical school. In fact, it's what got me
interested in medicine in the first place. Going through medical school, I've
tried to put it on the backburner, keep an open mind, and explore other fields,
but nothing else really sticks out to me like this one. When I picture being a
"doctor," I've always pictured someone who could handle just about
anything. There are few fields that fit that description, but I think EM is one
of the best at meeting that criteria. Obviously no field does everything.
Medicine is a team sport and every field has its limits, EM included.
One
interesting thing about EM is that it is practiced in bit of a fish bowel –
that is, everyone is watching. All the hospital staff who take over on the patient
you admitted for whatever reason can see everything you've done so far in that
patient's care and workup. And at least at academic centers, and especially in
residents, it's sometimes en vogue to
make fun of something that was done during the patient's stay in the ED. It
seems to be less of an issue with actual attendings or in community settings,
but it's just an interesting phenomenon I've noticed. What's often overlooked
is that the same Monday-morning quarterbacking is often done from the comfort
of a small, quiet room somewhere tucked away in the hospital with the benefit
of 1) more time (the best diagnostician, by far) and 2) more complete
information (in part because of the workup that is currently being mocked).
Sure, we know the patient's not having a heart attack now, the morning
after they were admitted. But that's something you only can tell using your
trusty “retrospectoscope,” which unfortunately wasn't available to the ED
physician at 1 am last night. Additionally, the practice of EM can be radically
different than the practice of medicine on the floors – less information,
higher stakes, faster paced. Sometimes that means maybe an extra test or two
were ordered in the interest of time, or maybe some treatment was initiated
that technically could have waited, but that's the game. Finally, what
they may sometimes forget is that for every admission, veritable hordes of
patients were seen, treated, and “street-ed” from the ED.
If
you're interested in EM, just be aware that there are those with very vocal
opinions about the field (and often other fields as well). I would just say to
smile and nod and realize 1) they honestly have no idea what they're talking
about. It's not their fault; they just don't know how things work in the ER.
And 2) I've noticed that oftentimes the loudest critics (whether of EM or any
other field) seem to be trying really hard to convince themselves that they
chose the right field for themselves. If you want to learn the pros and cons of
the field, talk to an actual ER doctor. So there's that. Just play along, keep
a thick skin, and don't lose sight of what's important – that is, choosing the
right field for you, not your burned–out resident.
Speaking
of burnout, that's another concern that's commonly voiced about emergency
medicine. More than likely, it's a valid concern for a lot reasons – the shift
work can be brutal (especially as you get older), the actual practice can vary
a lot depending on what environment you are in, the pace can be soul–crushing,
etc. But if you look at some of the burnout data from the Medscape surveys, burnout is really an issue with medicine in general,
not just EM. And while EM can be found near the top of lots of the charts
related to the prevalence of burnout in various fields, you'll notice that the
difference between EM and the next ten fields is pretty minimal (a few
percentage points). What's also interesting is that while the prevalence of
burnout in EM may be a little bit higher than other fields, the severity
of that burnout is lower (even that that of, for example, family medicine, a
number of surgical fields, and even internal medicine). The problem isn't so
much with EM as it is with medicine in general – the landscape of medical
practice is shifting and more and more is being expected of doctors as it
relates to metrics and paperwork in addition to good old patient care,
which is what we all – presumably – went into the field for in the first place.
Preventing burnout is a topic unto itself and has a lot written about it by
people smarter than myself, but suffice it to say that there are things
we can do to minimize the risk of burning out. For example, keeping your
priorities straight (e.g. decreasing shifts at the expense of some income),
keeping yourself healthy, quickly doing away with your medical school debt and
setting yourself on the path to achieving financial independence so you aren't
chained to your job, and making room for a Plan B (e.g. a fellowship into a
different niche of medicine or perhaps a different career path entirely) are
all good places to start.
Ultimately,
finding the specialty that's right for you can be a bit of a journey. You might
have one in mind at the beginning of medical school. Or not. You might end up
sticking with that specialty. Or not. You might bounce back and forth between
several seemingly unrelated specialties throughout third year and maybe even
into the beginning of your fourth year when you absolutely have to choose (or
just go into internal medicine to defer the choice for another three years… I
kid, I kid). For me, though, I'm excited to begin the residency application
process for emergency medicine and looking forward to what the future holds.