Soon I found him Sitting on a chair-fast asleep. I ran as fast as I could to get to the places I could find Doctor.
Foley.Īccordingly, I wasn’t a certified surgeon yet as I was in my First Year of residency, so I wasn’t permitted to carry out such procedures or to remove a knife stabbed into the chest on my own without supervision by a surgeon. I was never going to let a patient die on my watch, “prepare him for the operating room as soon as possible” I said “I need to find that fool, he must be around” I said silently as I left to find the Dr. “His heart rate is falling we need to stabilize him” that was the next thing I heard the other ER nurse said. “Ringing…., no response ” said a nurse practitioner. Foley - the only surgeon around who could perform the surgery, however was nowhere to be found that night. “He needs surgery! Without that, we are never going to save him, he’s bleeding” I said as a grabbed a bandage and placed it on the bleeding wounds to reduce the bleeding “Put a call through, we need a trauma surgeon ASAP” I said. When he arrived at the hospital the knife remained wedged in to his left chest, I was in a state of confusion, and for some reason, one thing I could remember was never to remove the knife without a proper assessment. This happened during my night shift as a resident with just a single senior doctor around.
A teen with a knife severely stabbed into his chest-penetrating numbers of inches into the thoracic cavity, “He needs a rapid response, abnormally high pulse rate, shortness of breath, acute hemorrhages of about 2.0 liters“ the paramedic declared. “Patient with severe abdominal and chest trauma, move! Move!” the paramedics hurriedly wheeled the dying patient into the emergency room, everyone moved helter-skelter, but definitely not in a confused state.
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