September 2, 2010

Once Were Warriors

Blood slowly dripped from two linear slits on the left side of the man’s chest. He focused on the doctor with a wide eyed stare and spoke in an anxious whisper:

“Doc, don’t let me die… don’t let me die, doc.”

“We won’t let you die”.

 Once Were Warriors

The doctor looked up from the patient’s tattooed face to the stony-faced nurses and paramedics, then continued his assessment.

“Tell me what happened to you.”

“I fell on a knife.” he whispered.

“Twice?”

The patient would say nothing more.

The doctor approached the paramedics as they collected their equipment and finished their notes. The taller, red-haired paramedic said:

“As we were driving away from the scene a woman chased after the ambulance waving a large kitchen knife. Just a hunch, but I suspect that she might have something to with this…”

More information came to light from the nurse-in-charge:

“This man isn’t allowed within 200m of the emergency department. He’s been here quite a few times before with a number of badly beaten women and has repeatedly threatened and intimidated the staff.”

The patient didn’t look quite so menacing now -- despite the crew cut, the gold teeth, the gang patch and leathers, the missing finger, the tattoos and the countless scars.

The police were standing outside as a nurse left the trauma room.

“Is he going to make it?”

“Looks like it.”

“That is a shame.”

The patient was plumbed with lines and remained stable, so he was taken for a CT scan. Apart from a small amount of blood and air around his left lung, his only serious injury was a difficult-to-spot knife wound to his diaphragm. The lower stab wound had missed his heart by less than a centimetre. He went to theatre to repair the diaphragmatic rupture and to look for other internal injuries. His recovery was uneventful, with the exception of the incident in the intensive care unit.

A woman, sunglasses partially concealing the bruise around her left eye, came to pay him a visit. Soon after she arrived, somehow, despite having been securely sutured in place, the patient’s chest drain mysteriously ‘fell’ out.

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About Chris Nickson
An oslerphile suffering from a bad case of knowledge dipsosis. Key areas of interest include: emergency medicine, critical care, toxicology, tropical medicine, clinical epidemiology, history, literature and the internet-learning revolution. @precordialthump

Comments

  1. Robbo says:

    RT @sandnsurf: Once Were Warriors http://goo.gl/fb/kLMo

  2. 'In the Fast Lane': Once Were Warriors http://su.pr/3aEndq Not so tough now, eh.

  3. Robbo says:

    RT @precordialthump: 'In the Fast Lane': Once Were Warriors http://su.pr/3aEndq Not so tough now, eh. – but when he recovers he's after you!

  4. Doctors do get into some tricky situations and keep discrete. Its a noble profession for noble people

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