tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25747788485306171702024-03-13T06:04:43.845+02:00The SandmanSomno Ergo Sum.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-44790670667732859802014-08-02T23:41:00.000+03:002014-08-02T23:41:45.472+03:00Pangs<div style="text-align: justify;">
Over a year has passed since my last post. During this last year, angst engulfed me. But more about that in another post, if I get around to it.</div>
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We are on a family vacation in Romania and it's been mostly awful. First of all, because of the war, and the fact that our hospital is the closest to the fighting, all senior physicians need permission from the director of the hospital to leave the country. So, I went on vacation with mixed feelings. Secondly, Romania is a beautiful country with absolutely atrocious roads. It is a constant effort to keep one's internal organs in their proper places. The food ranges from average to nauseating. Getting food poisoning didn't add to my opinion. We are staying in mostly B & B's (breakfast not always offered). These ranged from not very clean to downright moldy. After four days, I was ready to go home fed up. This is very odd for me. I love traveling, and never get homesick, even when the conditions are primitive. It's usually the rest of the family that gets pangs of homesickness around the ten day mark.</div>
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We are of course following the events at home closely. Each soldier killed or wounded hits us. Three soldiers from my village have been buried. More than usual, the glue that binds our nation together is felt strongly, even overseas. </div>
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A few days before our flight, the war had started, and I took part in the treatment of the wounded that arrived in the trauma room. I'm no more in my element than when taking care of the wounded. During those couple of days, I felt more connected to my profession than I had in the last year. </div>
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Leaving on vacation felt like desertion. That feeling is at the crux of my dissatisfaction here. All my nitpicking is secondary. On the one hand, it is good, especially for the children, to escape the constant tension of air raid sirens and rushing to the shelter. On other hand, there are the pangs of homesickness and of wanting to get back to the action.</div>
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I was overwhelmed with emotion this past Sabbath Eve. Tearfully I added psalms and the prayer for the protection of our soldiers to the usual Sabbath blessings. In a few days we'll be home, and I will be back doing what I should be doing, treating the sick and wounded.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-57156391203332323332013-07-22T10:49:00.000+03:002013-07-22T10:49:38.242+03:00Money JungleThis classic album was recorded in 1962 and reissued this year. It is a piano trio with the seemingly unlikely collaboration of the elegant Duke Ellington, avant garde Max Roach and enfant terrible Charles Mingus. This is an absolute masterpiece.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-92229377371027152872013-03-16T19:09:00.000+02:002013-03-16T19:12:54.712+02:00A Crisis of the Spirit<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The start of it began with the frustrating working conditions of the hospital. There is too much work, and not enough staff, especially the non-medical but equally essential type that includes orderlies, technicians and secretaries. The result is that everyone, but everyone, is forced to do other peoples' jobs. Since no one can do it all, a significant portion of the day is wasted trying to get someone else to do it, and there is a lot of conflict and belly aching all around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then there was the trigger: During our morning meeting, I was making a point that supported the Boss's opinion. However, being hard-of-hearing, he misunderstood and thought I was criticizing his opinion. He silenced me in a most brutal and Stalinistic fashion (something not uncommon for him).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It pushed me over the edge. For several months, I hated waking up in the morning to go to work in place that caused me so much suffering. In turn, I became insufferable. I didn't talk to anyone. Known as somewhat of a joker, I stopped telling jokes. I didn't smile at anyone. I ate lunch alone. Basically, I was breathing fire and brimstone in all directions. Even while parking the car in the morning, I couldn't wait to leave to go back home. But even at home, I was insufferable towards my wife and the kids. I became the very thing that I hate most: I was feeling sorry for myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My epiphany arrived in the form of one of those "inspirational" television programs. It is the local version of "undercover" boss. The story that made it's impression was about a young woman, and immigrant, who was working to support her family while serving in the army. The father had abandoned the family and left them with debts. She probably could have been exempted from army service based on economic hardship. However, she chose to serve. I assume that she holds some clerical position that allows her to work in the evenings and weekends. So she works the night shift in a pizzeria and from there goes to her army day job. She has been living on 2 hours of sleep a night for the last 8 months! And she still manages to smile and give the customers excellent service.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As banal as it sounds, I sat up an took notice. And then I was embarrassed. What do I have to complain about? So I made a conscious decision to snap out of it and get back to work. To hell with the management of the hospital, that makes our work so difficult. To hell with my boss and his uncouth ways. I will not let them interfere with me being the pro that I am. Damn it! I will not let the bastards get me down anymore.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-84390140026524848162012-11-20T17:39:00.000+02:002012-11-20T17:43:20.865+02:00Can you say Intrathecal?<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Today I provided sedation for an unfortunate baby girl 8 months old with leukemia who needed both an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrathecal">intrathecal</a> injection of methotrexate, a chemotherapeutic drug, and a bone marrow biopsy. Just before I arrived in the hematoncology ward there was an air raid siren. We entered the bomb shelter and waited it out. We counted the explosions...one...two...three...after about 12 we lost count. Later on the news channel reported that there were 20 missiles fired at Be'er Sheva at once. Three got through the <a href="http://goo.gl/sfSoZ">iron dome</a> and landed in the city. Thank God no one was injured.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What made this child noteworthy, is that she is from Gaza. Actually, it's quite common. We treat many patients from Gaza. Even during times like these when we are being attacked from Gaza.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I asked my pediatric hematoncologist colleague if there are any specialists in Gaza. She answered that there is one in all of Gaza. He has the knowledge and experience to treat these children. The problem lies elsewhere. They don't have the special drugs needed to treat children with cancer. Apparently, for the Hamas terrorist government, money is better spent on missiles, mortars, rockets and other weapons of terror.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, <u style="font-weight: bold;">all</u> the children in Gaza with cancer, all of them, are treated in Israel.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-82626951523691904492012-11-19T23:30:00.000+02:002012-11-20T17:42:24.969+02:00The Bellboy<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So I haven't posted these many months, not because I had nothing to say, but because no one asked. But now, in light of the events in my country, I received a comment from one of the few readers that haven't forgotten me. And I am unable to remain silent, now that someone asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"...I just want you to know that I've been thinking about you and all of Israel. My heart breaks for you and I continually pray for your safety."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So to Seaspray and anyone else who share these sentiments: Thank you. Your prayers and support are greatly appreciated.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The situation here can be described as ranging from not so bad to catastrophic, depending on one's physical distance from Gaza. Luckily, for my family, we are not in the direct line of fire, so while there are infrequent air raid sirens, there haven't been any direct hits in our village. The people most affected are those closest to Gaza. They are basically living in bomb shelters. It is these civilians who have been suffering like this for the past 10 years. Almost everyday they have weathered mortars and missiles that have gone unnoticed by the international media. That is the hypocrisy, only when we retaliate does the world take notice, and censure us. To be sure, the civilians in Gaza are suffering terribly. They suffer many more casualties than we. This is not merely because of our military might, but principally because of our different ideologies. While prepared for this war by building bomb shelters and defensive measures like <a href="http://quietusleo.blogspot.co.il/2011/04/iron-dome-game.html">iron dome</a>, the Hamas-run government has used the considerable funds provided by the U.S. and EU to arm themselves with weapons whose only purpose is to terrorize Southern Israel. While we embrace life they embrace death. They don't deny it: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This effect has been known for centuries and was first described by Aristotle. In modern times it was rediscovered by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erasto_Mpemba">Erasto Mpemba</a> in 1963. He was a Tanzanian schoolboy at the time and noticed the effect while preparing ice cream in a cookery class.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Amazingly, such a seemingly simple (yet counterintuitive) phenomenon still has no conclusive explanation. </span></div>
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Hat tip: <a href="http://www.bookofjoe.com/">Joe</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-4735186267375513412011-12-12T21:46:00.000+02:002011-12-12T21:48:27.847+02:00Urban Legend<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like everyone else in this country, I was glued to the television all day. Despite having worked 24 hours straight on call and total exhaustion, I just couldn't go to sleep. So if this post seems a bit incoherent, please forgive me. I was compelled to watch Gilad's homecoming. Like many, I was incensed by the insensitivity of the Egyptians trying to cash in on a scoop with <a href="http://youtu.be/90bDIBu5npM">this clip of Shalit being interviewed by an Egyptian Cow</a>. The interview was conducted without the consent of the Israeli side. The claim that Gilad consented is trite. He was still in the mindset of a captive. But in retrospect, the Cow did us a great favor. This unassuming young man has emerged a bona fide hero. He was kept in solitary confinement for over 5 years, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">he is emaciated and malnourished, lacks vitamin D due to the lack of sunlight, and had some obvious injury to his left hand. Surprisingly he seemed in good spirits. In addition it seems to me that</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> he did not develop the <a href="http://bit.ly/1aqJzf">Stockholm Syndrome</a>. </span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Deja Vu.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Two years ago, during the Succoth holiday I posted about the connection between <a href="http://quietusleo.blogspot.com/2009/10/succoth-and-gilad-shalit.html">Gilad Shalit and Succoth</a>. This time the rumor and the hope seem to lead to freedom, God willing. How fitting, since Succoth celebrates the freedom of the Children of Israel from the Bondage of Egypt. The whole country is overjoyed with the news. No one can be apathetic to the suffering of Shalit and his family. Yet the joy is bittersweet. It is tainted. Because to gain his freedom, we have to release over 1000 vile terrorists. We know our enemies, they see this as a victory, and it will spur them to kidnap again. It seems that one Jew is worth 1000 Muslims. But not one of those savage barbarians is worth even a hair on Shalit's head. While we celebrate and cherish and sanctify life, they celebrate, cherish and sanctify death. Choose life, we are commanded. If Shalit has suffered Job-like tribulations, I cannot say, but he has suffered. And our leaders have, finally, chosen life for Shalit.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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They are murdering savages as they always have been.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The boys in the neighborhood have invented a new game called "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Dome">Iron Dome</a>" (The antimissle system that has successfully intercepted and destroyed several of the missiles. The system intercepts only those that endanger major population centers): One kid throws a ball into the air, and another tries to knock it down with a <a href="http://www.frisbeedisc.com/">frisbee</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Children remain children, even during war.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-63279913424818890282011-04-09T22:10:00.000+03:002011-04-09T22:10:44.670+03:00A Terrible Miracle<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was planning to post more about the doctor's strike because the media is repeating Treasury's propaganda about money hungry doctors. The best laid plans of mice and men...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Hamas terrorism by missles has escalated. This is actually not true. There are always missles and mortars and katyushas, but this time the results were tragic. But that's not true either. The ongoing terror of Southern Israel by the barbaric arabs of Gaza is ever present. Whether there are casualties or not is irrelevent. The disruption of life is enough. This the world doesn't want to understand in it's quest to champion the cause de jour. We left Gaza, it was painful and traumatic for us. Despite Arab probaganda there is no shortage there of food, fuel or any commodity. What more do they want? It's obvious, they want us dead. To justify their barbarism the Arabs continue to perpetuate the lies that we are oppressing them, when it's the exact opposite. They oppress and terrorize us, and have been doing so for a 100 years.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was supervising anesthesiologist in the OR two days ago. The alert came: send an anesthesiologist to the trauma room. There was a missle attack on a school bus, one critically injured child is being evacuated by helicopter. "Only one?" I thought to myself. Either there was a terrible tragedy and only one survived or there was a terrible miracle and only one was injured. As it turned out, the bus was empty except for that one boy and the driver. Minutes before, 50 children had alighted the bus. A disaster was narrowly averted. Later, the Hamas took credit for the attack that was perpetrated with an anti-tank missle. This means that the clearly marked bus was deliberately targeted. The bastards.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The neurosurgeon brought the boy, a teenager to the OR. The expression on his face told me all I needed to know. Critical head injury requiring a craniectomty to relieve the elevated intracranial pressure. We did all medicine can do. Now it's up to God.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When we transferred the boy to the PICU (Peds ICU), the parents were in the waiting room. The father stoicly quiet, and the mother crying silently.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Heartbreaking.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-4270219911497496162011-04-06T22:42:00.000+03:002011-04-06T22:42:11.398+03:00Self Service<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've been doing this medicine gig for over 14 years, if you count medical school it's been about 20 years that I've been living, drinking and eating medicine. During these two decades, I've seen some pretty astounding things. And every time that something extraordinary presents itself, I say, "That's it, now I've seen everything. I will never be surprised again." There is a limit to how many surprises one can encounter.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Right?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Wrong. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Every time something else pops up. And it leaves me scratching my head in wonder. So yesterday I was on call in the OR. The surgeons were bringing down a guy who had stumbled into the Emergency Dept. a few days ago drunk as a duck after having been savagely beaten by, as he put it, "some very bad people".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The CT scan found some sort of cyst or hematoma in the area of the pancreas and an intimal flap (a small tear in the inner surface) of the aorta. He was in the ICU and so I prepared the room for an anesthetized ventilated patient. These preparations are actually quite simple since they come from the ICU fully monitored. I call these patients, "plug and play". Just hook 'em up to the anesthesia machine and the monitors and let the games begin.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The intercom crackled that the patient from ICU had arrived, so I hastened to the entrance of the OR. 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I didn't strike because as luck would have it, I was on call.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The deputy minister of health Ya'acov Litzman has come out against the strike and the union and has tried to paint us as money hungry and blood thirsty. In an interview to the media he stated that during the last strike 11 years ago, less patients died. Strictly speaking, the latter claim is true. Furthermore, it has been true in every physicians strike everywhere else in the world. The reason for the drop in mortality is obvious and clear: During a strike only emergency operations are performed. The vast majority of operations are elective. So when these operations are postponed the accompanying morbidity and mortality are as well, until after the strike. So Litzman, strictly speaking is correct. What makes Litzman's comment troubling is his implication that we harm our patients either intentionally or because of malpractice. So I will say it loud and clear, the deputy minister of health, Yaacov Litzman is a horse's ass.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I now address his first claim, that we are money hungry. True, none of us live under the poverty line, none of us have trouble feeding our families. But the monetary compensation is woefully inadequate for the years of training, the separation from our families, the brutal call schedule, the personal and professional responsibility, the personal price we pay in our own health for working under such overwhelming stress. My friends in other professions were at the peak of their careers ten years before me. Such a "late" start directly affects our pension in terms of accrued benefits. So yes, we demand higher pay that will reflect the investment in time and effort that it takes to become a physician.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But we have other demands, which are really the primary issues at stake in this strike. Because the treasury ministry is squeezing the health ministry dry. We demand that more beds be alloted to serve the growing and aging population. We demand that the formula for physicians per bed be recalculated to alleviate the shortage of manpower. But this formula must be recalculated for the nursing and non-medical staff as well, because there is a nursing shortage no less acute than the physician shortage. And finally, we demand that the hospitals and medical services in the periphery be given priority in manpower and funds so that we can provide the same level of healthcare as in the center of the country.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have no doubt that the talks will break down, and that next week the strike will be resumed. I have no doubt, because of our experience from the previous strike, when we foolishly agreed to not strike for ten years in return for binding arbitration. The "binding" arbitration dragged on for 8 years and even then, treasury didn't pay up. It took another two years for the courts to force treasury to uphold their end. During this time the public health system has become more ill.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This time, hopefully, will be different. I believe our current head of the Medical Association is more savvy than his predecessor, and we won't make the same mistakes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For some sense of proportion, many countries, including the United States are suffering physician shortages. I direct the reader to <a href="http://anesthesioboist.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-in-medicine-reality-check.html">Life in Medicine: A Reality Check</a> by my blogging colleague <a href="http://anesthesioboist.blogspot.com/">Anesthsioboist</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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Saw The Bad Plus at the Red Sea Jazz Festival (Winter Version). They were awsome.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2574778848530617170.post-2528089181894643432011-03-30T22:37:00.000+02:002011-03-30T22:37:59.656+02:00I like air. Air is good.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've been busier than I thought I'd be. After a well earned vacation, I came back to work, plus some freelancing in a private clinic, plus getting back into research.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And then reality hit. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All the extra time that I imagined I'd gain without the long commute to Tel Aviv got sucked up by all the work. So I told that private clinic that we'd part friends; my children need me at home more than they need the money (which wasn't that good anyway).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But coming back has been harder than I expected. Any change one's place of employment is stressful. But it's been more frustrating than when I left. The hospital is being managed into the ground. There are shortages of manpower in all sectors. The result, everyone, and I mean everyone does everyone else's job instead of only their own. The overwork makes everyone irritable. There are people in the department who are not on speaking terms. Above all, there is a lack of mutual respect. I attribute this to a total management failure on all levels.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The level of most of the residents is appalling. There are some who should have never been accepted to the residency, they are absolutely impervious to teaching. Such a contrast with the residents in Tel Aviv, who were hungry for knowledge. I still have hopes (perhaps in vain) of revamping the teaching program, at least for the few that actually want to learn. But I believe that I'll have a hard sell to the chief of the department.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On the other hand, I still like this profession. And it's close to home. So, some days I can even pick up the youngest sandmite from nursery school,which has made Mrs. Sandman very happy.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Stories will be posted shortly. I just found some air to breath. I like air. Air is good.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hastened to OR 1. The patient was a young lady having a C-Section with a spinal anesthetic. At the beginning of the case I peeped in the room to see if everything was alright. The resident, one of my favorites and an excellent doctor, had everything under control. Now, everything had changed, she seemed flustered and was trying to breath the patient with a bag-mask apparatus. The patient being obese exhibited the usual problems of the <a href="http://quietusleo.blogspot.com/2010/10/maternal-airway-anesthetic-minefield.html">maternal airway</a>, and the resident was having trouble ventilating. I took over the ventilating and asked what had happened. The resident told me that she had hung a drip of oxytocin (to cause the uterus to contract and stop bleeding) and the blood pressure dropped (a common side effect). She then gave ephedrine, a vasopressor. That's when the patient lost consciousness and stopped breathing. Looking at the monitor, blood pressure and heart rate were normal, but the oxygenation was 70% (quite low) but rising since I started to ventilate her. She exhibited some odd twitches in her face and running through the differential diagnosis in my head, I entertained the possibility of epilepsy. Within less than a minute, the patient began breathing spontaneously and regained full consciousness. She asked me what happened, I replied that I don't know, yet. Then she told me that she had been awake during the incident that she had heard every word and felt the mask on her face. Now I had a pretty strong suspicion of what had happened.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After ascertaining that the patient was unharmed, I reviewed with the resident what had happened. I studied the anesthesia cart and the opened ampules of drugs that had been given. There is was, as plain as day. It was a drug misadministration. Instead of a vasopressor, she injected a muscle relaxant, albeit diluted, only 10% of the normal dose, but enough for the patient to stop breathing. I explained to the patient what had happened and why, and then reassured her, and the resident, that no lasting harm had been done. In this case, the reason for the mistake was that the pharmacy (as usual) had bought drugs for the best price from the same pharmaceutical company. These two drugs were supplied in almost identical ampules. Even the names of the drugs were printed in the same color. And, the two drugs are physically close to each other in the anesthesia cart. An accident waiting to happen. A couple months before, I had noticed this and mentioned it to the director of the OR. I told him, "It's not <b>if</b> it will happen, but when <b>when</b>." He seemed uninterested.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So under pressure, the resident made a mistake and gave the wrong drug. Drug misadministrations are more common than we think. These errors are made by both doctors and nurses and almost always human error is to blame. There are several variations: Wrong drug, right drug wrong dose or wrong mode of delivery. Many cases go undetected because no harm was done. Some cases are discovered with no harm to the patient. And the most serious cases the error cause the patient harm.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In this case the pharmacy had set a trap, and the resident fell in. The result was serious but luckily the patient emerged unharmed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Addendum:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I just got off the phone with the resident. As a result of the accident, those two drugs have been placed at opposite sides of the cart.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All's well that ends well...I think.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217783969690894498noreply@blogger.com2