A Medical Experience Essay, Research Paper

A Medical Experience

It was the end of a normal day at the station. The medics are just

getting to bed after running a half a dozen calls for an assorted minor medical

and trauma problems. The paperwork was finished. The reports were entered into

the computer. The truck was even restocked. They were just about into

dreamland but, as with most nights at this particular station, sleep was not to

be.

Several miles away, in a small, well kept apartment, Angie Briggs, a

eighty-year-old woman awoke to the feeling that the life-giving air was being

denied to her. She tried to sit up, but the feeling would not subside. Walking

made it worse. She also noticed that, even though the temperature in her room

was comfortable, she was dripping with sweat. The longer that she waited, the

harder it became to breath. So, realizing the fact that her doctor was probably

asleep, she did the next logical step, she called her daughter, who lives in

another state. The daughter realized that her mother needed more help than she

could give over the phone, tried to persuade the mother to call an ambulance,

which, of course, the mother refused to do, stating that it wasn’t necessary.

The daughter then took it upon herself to call EMS from her own house.

The medics were notified of the problem through the usual method, a

series of tones over a radio that cause a loud horn to blare and all the station

lights to come on, much to the annoyance of the fire lieutenant. This alarm was

immediately followed by the dispatchers voice giving all the applicable

information on this call.

“Med unit 2, respiratory call, 103 Royal Terrace Boulevard, apartment 7,

in reference to a 80 year old woman with shortness of breath.”

Not that the EMS crew were listening at this point. They are busy

getting into their jumpsuits and putting their boots on. It does not matter if

they are eating, sleeping, watching TV, or even taking a shower, they are

required to be in the ambulance and en route to the scene within two minutes.

“Med Two’s en route.” Stated EMT Jennifer Meyers in a sleepy voice

” Copy med 2 is en route to 103 Royal Terrace Blvd., apartment 7.” Now

they are listening. “This is in reference to a 80 year-old female who is in

severe respiratory distress. Received the call from her daughter that is out of

state. Patient sounds very short of breath.”

“Copy”

“I’m pretty sure that it is in the first entrance into the apartment

complex. Should be the third or fourth building on the left”, stated Doug

Murphy the paramedic on duty.

It took only a few minutes for the ambulance to arrive at the scene.

After dispatch was informed of their arrival, Doug and Jennifer removed the

stretcher that was already loaded with the monitor, the airway bag, and the med

box. As he approached the front door, Doug took notice of the condition of the

walkway, of the location of the bushes, and any outside furniture that might

impede exiting the house with a stretcher loaded with a person. He did the same

quick evaluation upon entering the residence.

After knocking, an elderly, heavy-set woman opened the door. The medic

could see immediately that she was is serous trouble. Her clothes were soaked,

wet with sweat, every time she took a breath, a faint popping sound could be

heard. The medic also could see the front of her neck pull in along with every

breath and that her general color had a faint, matted bluish color about her.

Doug knew that without immediate treatment, this lady would die.

Doug quickly lowered the stretcher and took the equipment off of it.

“Why don’t you sit right here.” Doug told Mrs. Briggs

” I’m fine, really. I told my daughter that I would see my doctor in

the morning. I don’t know why she called you?” Mrs. Briggs stated. The medic

was surprised that she could talk at all.

“When did you start having trouble breathing?” Doug asked as he was

turning on the oxygen bottle

“About an hour ago. I woke up and couldn’t catch my breath.” Pointing

to the oxygen mask that the medic was placing on her face. “I really don’t

need any of that.”

” I think you do. You need to let me do my job and treat you. This

condition will only get worse.”

“No, I think I’ll wait till the morning.”

“Listen, you don’t have until the morning. To be perfectly blunt, I

doubt you have a hour. You need to let me treat you now. Your lungs are full

of fluid.”

“How do know that?” asked the patient.

“I can hear it, even without my stethoscope.” retorted the medic. ” I

can take care of this problem with medicines, but I need to do it now.” Looking

at his partner. “How’s the blood pressure?”

The medic’s partner had been busy taking the patients blood pressure and

pulse, and was now in the process of applying the electrodes on the patients

chest for the monitor.

“180/90, pulse 100 very irregular.” came the reply.

While his partner began to set up the IV bag, the medic finished putting

on the monitor leads. After he turned the machine on, he then began listening

to the patients chest, carefully listening to each lobe of the lungs, trying to

judge just how far the crackles, or rales, go up into the chest. This allows

him to determine how full of fluid Annie’s lung were.

“Your lungs are three-quarters the way full.” Doug then took a look at

the monitor. “Do you usually have skipped heart beats?” questioned the medic.

“Yeah, it’s been like that for a while.” answered the patient.

He then asked the patient. “Have you ever had an IV before?”

“Yes. Do I really need one now?”

“Yes ma`am, you sure do.” answered the medic. A rubber tourniquet was

placed around the patients arm tight enough to stop the return blood flow, or

venous blood but not too tight enough to cut off the arterial blood flow. He

then looked for and found a vein in her wrist, prepped the site with alcohol,

and stuck a needle that was covered by a thin catheter into the vein. After he

removed the needle, leaving the plastic catheter in the vein, he took a sample

of blood from the site and connected the IV line. He then released the

tourniquet and opened the IV line to make sure he had a good flow. The drip

rate was set so it would only drip once ever few seconds. After he taped the

line down to the patient’s arm, he finished this particular procedure by making

sure that all the dirty needles were safely placed in a sharps container. He

didn’t want any accidental needle sticks.

“Ma’am, are you allergic to any medicines that your aware of?”

“No, not that I can think of.”

“OK, This is what we are going to do. First, I’m going to give you some

Nitro with a spray. What I need to you to do is open your mouth and put your

tongue at the top of your mouth” Stated the medic.

Mrs. Briggs complied, almost. She opened her mouth and kept her tongue

at the bottom of her mouth. “Tongue up.” The patient complied.

“Good, now take a breath in.” When she did, the medic sprayed the Nitro

into her mouth. Having her inhale when he sprayed the Nitro kept it from going

back into his face.

Talking to the patient “Ma’am, I’m going to give you some Lasix though

the IV line. Hopefully, it will pull some of that fluid out of your lungs and

back into your bloodstream. Is that oxygen helping?”

“A little.”

“Good” The medic replied. He then proceeded to slowly give the Lasix.

The standing orders that he works under (after all, a non-physician cannot give

medicine without a physician willing to assume responsibility for it) allows him

a dosage range up to 80 mg. for Lasix. If the patient was not in such distress,

he would have opted for double of the home dosage. However, this time he chose

for the full eighty.

After being secured in the ambulance, Jennifer went back to make sure

that the residence was locked up. Doug then retook the patients blood pressure

(which had not changed) and listened again to her chest, detecting a slight

clearing of the lungs.

“Ma’am, I need to ask you again if you are allergic to any drugs.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Have you ever taken Morphine before.”

“No, why?”

“Because I’m going to give you some in a minute”

“Why? I don’t hurt anywhere.”

“We’re going for another effect that it has. It helps pull that fluid

out of your lungs.” Seeing a look of confusion in the patients eyes, Doug asked

“Do you understand what is happening?”

“No”

“For some reason, your heart cannot keep up with the flow of blood

coming into it.” The medic explained as he drew up the Morphine from the vial.

“When this happens to the left side of the heart, the blood backs up into the

lungs, causing the blood plasma to leak into the tiny air sacs in your lungs.

This is what is causing you to be short of breath and to have that crackling

noise when you breath. All the medicines I am giving you cause your blood

vessel to dilate, or get bigger. The Nitro causes this all over the body. The

Morphine does it in the arms and legs. And the Lasix pulls it out of the body

by making you have to pee a lot. The Morphine will also help you to relax

somewhat. Just let me know if you start felling nauseous.” Doug took a alcohol

wipe and cleaned the injection port of the IV tubing, then inserted the

syringe’s needle into the port. “I’m giving you the Morphine now.”

By this time, Jennifer had finished locking the apartment.

“You all set?” She asked, sticking her head in the back of the truck.

“Yup, let’s go.”

On the way to the hospital, the patient started improving; her blood

pressure and pulse were going down, and the patient was breathing a lot easier.

The rales were even noticeably diminishing. The medic had called the hospital

over the radio notifying them of the patient that he was bringing in and her

current condition. The patient, due either to her finding it easier to breath

or due to the Morphine, began talking.

“How long have you been a fireman?” The patient asked

“Never have been, I’m a paramedic.” The paramedic retorted. “We have a

dual system in this county. We work with and are stationed with the fire

department, but we are under a different chain of command.”

“What does that mean.”

“I don’t put out fires, they don’t give people needles.”

By the time that the ambulance got to the hospital, the patients lungs

were almost clear of any rales that the medic could hear. And, as expected, the

patient requested a bedpan as quickly as possible.

“Which room would you like us in.” Doug asked a nurse.

“What’ch ya got” came the reply.

“Heart failure.”

“Room 10 will be fine.”

“Thanks.” responded the medic as he wheeled the patient into the

treatment room. While the nurse went to get her paperwork, the medic and his

partner lifted the patient onto the hospital stretcher, transferring the oxygen

tubing