What an exciting week! - Part 2 - Dilemma
Thursday, January 18th, 2007From: What an exciting week!
Well, I was on call on Wednesday, it started out like any other morning looking very quiet. As I was doing rounds, we came across a young lady of 16 years old, who had symptoms suggestive of acute appendicitis. Not very convinced, I ordered them to book the case for laparoscopic appendectomy. Two beds later, a young aspiring surgeon now in Masters training, comes up to me and says,” Mr.George, we have a laparotomy. A 72 year old man with possibility of ischaemic bowel. We are waiting for OT(operating theatre) to call!” I smiled. My colleagues smiled back acknowledging my as usual busy and challenging calls.
As I completed my rounds, the anaesthetist decided to call for the laparoscopic appendectomy and my medical officer on call calls me to alert me of an emergency case. Now, everything suddenly appears to be a rush. I sent my junior surgeon to emergency as I rushed to OT to do the laparoscopic appendectomy. As I was doing this, I was contemplating on my decision to proceed with laparoscopic appendectomy or let my medical officer do it the normal way, at least by that I would be free to assess both my ill patients. But, my intuition told me not to change my mind and luckily what we found was a ruptured ovarian cyst with blood in the peritoneum. Great! I spared her needing a 3 to 5cm wound, and left the normal appendix alone.
Relief, I walked out of the OT just to get a call confirming my fears about the emergency case. A young 17 year old boy with internal bleeding from a ruptured spleen. Alerting my anaesthetist who just came back to work from her maternity leave, I rushed to the emergency to evaluate the situation for myself. There on the trolley, is a 17 year old boy very much conscious and alert, complain of difficulty in breathing and pain all over his abdomen. He had other injuries like lung contusion and left kidney contusion. We intubated him and called for an urgent surgery for him. He was bleeding and thus the urgency.
Just I uttered the orders, my junior surgeon interrupted,” George, the patient in the ward collapsed.” We rushed to the ward to find the elderly man with “ischaemic bowel”, pale, breathless, his pulse racing and his pressures had dropped and his abdomen was a mountain high(distended). We intubated him and resuscitated him. I was in trouble!
Trouble? One emergency OT and 2 emergency cases. A 17 year old versus a 72 year old - both bleeding. Dilemma?
I did not have much time to ponder the dilemma as the boy was already on the OT table. So again rush! Chop! Chop! His shattered spleen was out. He was stable. I motioned the anaesthetist to open a second OT for the elderly man as orthopaedics were coming in to fix this boys fractured arms. I was informed that they pushed the elderly man to ICU for stabilization.
I finished closing the boys abdomen and rushed to ICU. My biggest worry was becoming more a reality. This elderly man does not have an ischaemic bowel but a ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm,AAA( an abnormal balooning of the major vessel in the abdomen). He needed surgery urgently. They managed to arrange a second OT, by which time he was on maximum dose of drugs to support his blood pressure and was in DIVC(a condition which renders the blood inability to clot) His chances were slim but we had to try.
We rushed again. We managed to get control on the vessel and that allowed the anaesthetist to rush in fluids to catch up with the losses. They worked hard and we were drenched in blood and sweat. I could feel the blood permeating through my scrub clothes onto my legs despite me wearing a plastic apron over it. He had lost an estimate 20 litres of blood and we have finished grafting the vessel. But he was deteriorating. His blood was water. He was oozing from every raw surface. We were running out of blood and blood products. It was a losing battle. We tried…… while in our minds the statistics and evidence were glaringly obvious.
Mortality in emergency cases of a ruptured AAA is very high, even at the best of centres. He succumbed. We were tired and sad. Exhausted is more like it. Hungry too. My last meal was the night before. It was already 9pm.
We left the hospital for dinner and returned to do my night rounds reviewing all the new cases and referrals that were awaiting my decision. Luckily, the rest of the night was quiet.








