Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Seek and You Shall Find: Birthday Treasures on the Night Shift

I've seen some pretty filthy O.R.'s, the kind that can gross you out every time you walk into one of them. I've seen O.R.'s where it wouldn't have been unheard-of to find a decades-old blood stain on a piece of equipment that had never been washed properly, or crusted mucus from some prior case...I mean, eeeeww.

So when I interviewed for the job I have now, and saw the spacious, orderly, immaculate O.R.s here, I felt like saying, sign me up. They are clean and beautiful and there's plenty of room for everyone, and I realized you just can't underestimate the importance of work environment, both physically and psychologically in terms of group dynamics, and its impact on work stress.



The reason our O.R.'s are so beautiful is Barb. Barb cleans them expertly ever night. Whenever I am on-call and the main O.R. is a ghost-town, lonely and occasionally even a little spooky, Barb and the night anesthesia tech, Wayne, make the place a little brighter. They joke around with each other and with me and are always pleasant to talk to.

After a quick C-section tonight for which the spinal went in within 60 seconds, thank heavens, I was feeling a little less blue about call. We had just helped bring a beautiful baby girl safely into the world. Her family were abuzz with happiness and excitement in the waiting area, eager to welcome her at the nursery window. The silver lining to my cloud was in great shape.

When I went back down to the main O.R., Wayne told me that it was Barb's birthday. I felt the immediate need to celebrate. I annouced we would be having a party in O.R. 2 and I set about to see what we could do. Barb said she liked chocolate, and luckily I had a brand new, unopened tin of Hershey milk chocolate truffles in my bag (of course). We found a donut in the pantry and put an upside-down syringe on it for a candle with orange-red succinylcholine stickers for flames. We put a little anthropomorphized hand-exerciser from a pharm rep in a denture cup and used surgical tape to affix a hand-made card to an instrument table. Finally we were able to use some anesthesia drug labels, which consist of color-coded tape, for a garland, though we ended up not using the 4-0 vicryl sutures to string it up. We were ready.


We brought Barb into O.R. 2, now spotless thanks to her hard work, and had, for a moment, the most cheerful time on a call night that I can remember.


It was so nice to just talk about life and family with Barb and Wayne. Barb has two teenage kids and a 4-year-old son who jumped on her bed this morning to sing "Happy Birthday" to her. She's only 4 years my senior.


We started talking about another member of the housekeeping staff who wasn't here, a shy, polite guy who always has a kind word for me when I come in for work. I've been saying hi to him for a year without realizing all that time that he was hard of hearing and needed to read my lips. Wayne told me he walks six miles to and from the hospital every day, even in the winter, because he can't afford to do otherwise.

There's always an untold story, isn't there, behind every face, and hearing it can sometimes be a humbling experience.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

On Seeing and Being Seen: a meditation on the social psychology of medical intervention

I thought Bill Clinton's graduation advice to make sure you really see the person next to you was good.

I thought the failure of people to notice Joshua Bell playing at the Lafayette Metro Station was bad.

But there's worse.

What's worse is people NOTICING something notable, but ignoring it.

And worst of all is when failure to see, or act on, a noticeable crisis costs a life. It was one of this week's buzz stories in the O.R.: the death of Edith Rodriguez.

Edith Isabel Rodriguez went to the E.R. at Martin Luther King, Jr. Hospital in L.A. - also known as King-Harbor and formerly known as King/Drew - doubled over with abdominal pain. According to the Associated Press, "It was at least her third visit to Martin Luther King Jr.-Harbor Hospital in as many days. 'You have already been seen, and there is nothing we can do,' a nurse told her.”

This kind of situation can put any doctor or nurse in a tough spot. A patient presenting with a history like this is usually either afflicted with an ill-defined medical problem, sometimes chronically, often more than one, and typically difficult to relieve completely, OR...the patient is in SERIOUS TROUBLE.

Jonathan Larson, composer of the famous Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award-winning musical Rent, got sent home when more than one emergency department failed to diagnose the cause of his chest pain and nausea: aortic dissection, which killed him the day before Rent opened.

Sometimes it can be a tough call, but I think when someone goes from abdominal pain to vomiting blood, it's usually a clue that something really BAD might be going on, depending on the nature of the vomitus and the amount of blood present, and I have to wonder what the thought process was in that emergency department. I admit I don't know all the details, and hindsight after someone codes and dies is certainly 20/20, so I am in no way trying to point the finger here. I'm just wondering, like everyone else, what happened, and how could it have happened?

Edith Rodriguez's story has by now been publicized widely in the media. The articles I saw were on MSN and the L.A. Times, but I was struck most by the CNN video on glumbert.com. It relates how Ms. Rodriguez lay on the floor vomiting blood, and somehow got help from NO ONE except a couple of individuals who tried to call 911 for an ambulance to take her to ANOTHER hospital. From the video and the articles I read, I've reconstructed part of the transcript of these calls here:

First call, 1:43 a.m.:
Caller: My wife is dying and the nurses don't want to help her.
Dispatcher: Okay, what do you mean she’s dying? What’s wrong with her?
Caller: She’s vomiting blood
Dispatcher: Okay, and why aren’t they helping her?
Caller: They’re watching her...uh...they're watching her there, and they’re just not doing anything. They’re just watching her.

Second call, from a different person, 1:51 a.m.:
Dispatcher: What’s your emergency?
Caller: It’s a lady on the ground here at the emergency room at Martin Luther King.
Dispatcher: Well, what do you want me to do for you, ma’am?
Caller: Send an ambulance out here to take her somewhere where she can get medical help.
Dispatcher: Okay, you’re at the hospital, ma’am, you have to contact them.
Caller: They have a problem, they won’t help her.
Dispatcher: Well, you know, they’re the medical professionals, okay? You’re already at the hospital. This line is for emergency purposes only. 911 is used for emergency purposes only.
Caller: This IS an emergency!
Dispatcher: It’s not an emergency. It is NOT an emergency, ma’am.
Caller: It is!
Dispatcher: It is not an emergency.
Caller: You have to see how they’re treating her.
Dispatcher: Okay, well, that’s not a criminal thing. You understand what I’m saying? We handle-
Caller: Excuse me, if this woman all out dies, what you mean there ain’t a criminal thing?

The call did not end well. The dispatcher insisted again that the situation was not an emergency and offered the caller a business number if she was displeased with what was going on. Just before 2 a.m. the caller said, "May God strike you too for acting the way you just acted." The dispatcher's reply: "No. Negative ma'am, you're the one." He has since received "written counseling" for the way he handled the call.

Edith Rodriguez was pronounced dead at 2:17 a.m.

Zev Yaroslavsky, LA County Supervisor, was flabbergasted at the security video of the incident. He said it was even worse than the audio tapes. “Not one person out of a couple of dozen, including citizens and staff and doctors and nurses…[They] didn’t lift a finger to help her. They just ignored her. Even the janitors who were cleaning up the vomit from around the woman who was on the floor did a very elegant job of cleaning up the vomit but didn’t do a thing to help her. It was just indescribable.”

With her writhing on the floor in pain, vomiting blood, and her loved ones begging for help, how could someone NOT have assessed the need for some intervention? If nothing else, isn't that what emergency departments DO?

Now, I know about the Bystander Effect. I've heard of Darley and Latané's social psychology experiments demonstrating the failure of people to help others in a crisis if other people are also present. I've read about the terrifying case of Kitty Genovese, who was stabbed, raped, and killed over the course of half an hour even though 38 witnesses heard her desperate cries. I've even been a cautious bystander myself.

When I was walking back to my hotel from dinner with an anesthesiologist friend of mine (we were in D.C. about to take our oral boards, actually), we noticed a pair of human legs protruding from the bottom of the potted plant decorating the entrance of her hotel. We came upon a man passed out on the sidewalk, his head and neck cocked to a rather concerning angle. There was already someone palpating the carotid for a pulse (correctly, we observed), and we didn't want to contribute to a "too many cooks spoil the soup" situation, so we lingered in case our help was needed but stood quietly in the background. I did go into the lobby and try to get the hotel management to bring out any first aid or medical equipment they might have had, but they just stared at me blankly and said 911 had already been called. I insisted that someone go and retrieve the stuff anyway, and one of the employees went, but I didn't see him again. Anyway, the paramedics arrived and packed the guy up, and my friend and I saw that they needed no interference from us. But I should hope we would both have asserted ourselves immediately if the situation had really called for it.

What bothers me about the Edith Rodriguez case is that I could easily have been one of the bystanders in that hospital lobby and contributed to her death, although I can't say for sure what my reaction would have been without knowing all the details of the actual situation. We all want to think we would have been the different ones, the types who would have said "no" to the authority figure in the Milgram experiment and refused to apply the electric shocks to the subject, the types who would have called for help in Darley and Latané's experiment when the stranger started seizing. We all imagine we would have bent down in concern toward Edith Rodriguez and at least tried to figure out what was going on, if not offer actual assistance. I think I would have done this, I hope I would have...but I also think deep down we all know that it's easy for ANYONE to be swept into the middle of an inert crowd and stay there dumbly looking on.

Edith Rodriguez's brother, Eddie Sanchez, made this poignant comment on the glumbert video: “You go there to get help, and nothing happens, like…You get ignored like if you’re nobody.” How many times have I failed to SEE my patients, or unwittingly treated them as if they were "nobody?" I cringe to think that I may have done the very same, albeit without the fatal consequences. Or, even if I paid adequate attention to a patient, what if I made the wrong judgment about how to manage the patient's problem, out of a reluctance to admit, "Yes, we have a disaster, and it's right in front of our eyes?"

I pray every day for the ability and courage to make the right calls. A couple of weeks ago our friend who's a flight attendant was describing a flight during which a passenger was found doubled-over in his seat. She announced the need for a physician and said it took a long time for one to come forward. I understand that - the daunting sense of responsibility often competes with the desire to serve and relieve suffering. As it turns out, the physician who did examine the man also told our friend that the captain had to land the plane immediately because the man was in acute heart failure. I think that was a very brave doctor in there. That's a heck of a call to make, diverting a flight filled with passengers to save one life on the suspicion of a life-threatening condition NOT confirmed by the technological aids we get so used to relying on in hospitals. I spiritually bow my forehead to the ground in respect and admiration and pray I never have to make a call like that. Although, what's worse - being wrong about the heart failure, and causing an inconvenience, or being right but lacking the confidence to make the move, thus costing a life? I guess the answer's pretty unambiguous.

I've alluded to the training we got in our medical simulator during residency. I am not allowed to comment specifically on our training scenarios or on people's actions within them, but I think I can make some general remarks on the experience. While the medical aspects of those scenarios were useful, I think a key element in teaching crisis management of any kind is a rehearsal and discussion of group behavioral dynamics. We did bring up and discuss issues like those raised by the Edith Rodriguez story. What makes us blind to another's needs? What makes us ignore data that's right in front of us, or help that's offered? How can we best structure a group's interactions so that efforts to provide help are focused and organized?

One take-home message I valued was that there should always be an "event manager" - one who's NOT involved in DOING tasks, but rather is WATCHING everything that's going on, processing it, and determining what steps are needed next. But of course, in the real world, this role separation is difficult, and often it's not possible to delegate. Or, people are reluctant to step forward to claim the role.

My heart goes out to Edith Rodriguez's loved ones. We in the medical profession failed them, egregiously. The only personal offering I can make at this point is a commitment not to rest smugly in the position of critic and judge, thinking, "Well, I would have seen her there, and I would have done something. I'm not blind." Sure I am. Or can be. And it makes me think twice about an old, familiar New Testament quote from a blunt, rather ticked-off Jesus:

Jesus said, "If you were blind, you would not be guilty of sin; but since you say, 'We see,' your sin remains." (John 9:41)

All I can honestly say is I would LIKE to think I would have treated the situation differently. But I cannot say that I would surely have been immune to group blindness or inertia. I think we need to learn to acknowledge our blind spots and make a promise to all patients, "We don't always see well, but we will always work to see better. Always."