Wednesday, December 16, 2009
There was this cute little girl of 15 yrs. we'd admitted her for an interval appendicectomy.
A simple in and out case with no complications. She had two ultrasounds saying that her abdomen was fine.Her appendix was removed through a small incision on her right side. During the procedure something touched the surgeons hand while it was inside the incision. Something that should not have been there. After discussing with the parents the procedure was converted to a full exploratory surgery via a midline abdominal incision. We found a large tumor arising from the right ovary, which was adherent to most of her abdominal organs. Cancer was most likely, so the surgeon removed the right ovary and fallopian tube.The tumor was sent to pathology for examination.
I try to see it from the parents point of view. They'd been told it was a simple procedure and that their daughter would be out of hospital in a few days. Suddenly these people in scrubs come up to you saying that there has been a complication. The surgery that was supposed to last less than an hour, lasts 3. Bags of blood are carried in to the theatre.Finally the surgeon comes out and gives them the mind numbing news- that the tumor is most probably malignant and that their child may need chemotherapy.
We discharged her after a few days, to review when the pathology report came..It came as an aggressive malignancy. We hand her over to oncology. Our work is over.
Its been almost a month now, I wonder how the girl is standing up to her chemo? How the family is coping?
Thursday, September 4, 2008
The child is now in the critical care unit, still on a ventilator. We hope he will gain consciousness soon. No one can say what damage has been done to his brain. But children's brain in enormously plastic. The function of the damaged area can be taken up by surrounding area. But no one knows how complete his recovery will be, if he recovers at all.
It is at times like this when i feel grateful for my body that i take for granted. To stand on my own two legs, see through my eyes, and have an unclouded mind to enjoy the world.
PS: now you know why they say in buses to not stick your arms of head outside. Be safe.
Monday, July 28, 2008
There was this young lady who was admitted with about 50% burns to her body and she was about 7 months pregnant. About 2-3 days after her admission she complained of vague abdominal pains. An O&G consultation was sent and the obstetrician examined her and was of the opinion that the abdominal pain was not related to the pregnancy.
That night I was the house surgeon on duty and at about 11pm the duty nurse called me up informing me that the lady was in full blown labour. Now the last time i'd taken a delivery was way back in 4th year! So i gathered up my wits, called the house surgeon from the next ward and went to the patient.
On examination i found that the baby was already crowning. Things happened very fast and i found myself holding this tiny baby! It wasn't moving or breathing. I hadn't expected a baby this preterm to survive. I clamped and cut the cord, kept the baby on the bed and turned back to the mother to deliver the placenta when suddenly I heard a noise and turned to find the baby struggling to breathe. I asked the nurse for a suction catheter to clear the airway. Since it was an adult ward there were no small sized suction catheters and the one I got wouldn't fit the tiny baby's nostril.
At that point i realised that if the baby was to survive i would have to get it to the NICU. So i handed the mother over to the other house surgeon, bundled up the baby in a sterile towel and ran. Our O&G and pediatric depts were in another building across a road from the med and surgery building. I ran about 200 metres with the kid's father following me and handed over my precious cargo to the neonatologist in the NICU, where they successfully resuscitated him. I collapsed in to a chair and couldn't speak for 10 minutes, at which point my fatigue was replaced by a warm glow of success. My first unsupervised delivery as a house surgeon was a success!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Large Bore cannulae in both arms
Saline infusions started on both cannulae
Inj Atropine iv stat
Inj Adrenaline iv stat
Head tilt, chin lift, jaw thrust
Inserting no.8 endotracheal tube.
checking air entry
ET cuff inflated, ET tube fixed
AMBU ventilation commenced
chest compressions started
Defibrillation at 200J
Defibrillation at 300J.
Defibrillation at 360J.
This blog has been successfully resuscitated.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
S: “come on guys we’ve to get goin by 4.45, the train’s at 5.25.n I’ve to go to the ATM too”
F: “arre yaar we’ll get there don’t worry!”
K: “yeah the station’s nearby, just 3-4 km”
So basically all of us ended up lyin around till 5pm
S: “come on guys we’re getin late!”
F: “Arre yaar pahunch jaayenge!”
So F, K, S and me piled in to F’s car n set off for the railway station. F drove a t a brisk pace n had covered about half the distance when we ran in to a procession!
F: “No problem, we’ll go by the other way!”
S: “Let’s go directly to the station, needn’t go to the ATM”
F: “arre yaar don’t worry I know these roads like the back of my hand, I’ll get you to both with time to spare!”
Unfortunately alternate pathway 1 was jammed at the railway crossing! The gates had just opened n all the cars trying to cross had jammed it! Had to wait there for about ten minutes, while the jam cleared!
F: “arre yaar don’t worry I’ll still get u there in time”
Then the road jammed again! And F took alt road 2 which also was jammed halfway thru. Unfortunately for us alt road 3 ran thru the busiest wholesale market with dozens of truck being unloaded on the road!
To cut a long adrenaline filled story short, we ran on to the platform to see the yellow painted X on the back of the train recede in to the distance!
S: well OK! You know what; there is only a single track for the next hundred kilometers! So there’s a chance the train may have to wait somewhere for a train from the opposite direction!”
So we decided to try to catch the train from the third station about 50 km away as the next station was too close for us to catch up!
So we set out on an ill fated journey
F: “the tank is almost dry we need to get petrol”
The first pump was too busy, the second pump was dug up, but we managed to get petrol from the third pump.
A bridge on the highway was under construction, we needed to take a deviation via side roads.
What followed was a high speed chase on narrow roads with several near misses!
By then we managed to call up a guy on the train n he informed us that the train was way past our destination! So we turned back. After about 1 km we realized that by the time we reached back the reservation counter would have closed, so we wouldn’t be able to cancel the tickets or buy new ones. So we turned back n went to station 2 only to find out they had never heard of things like computerized reservation! So following their advice had to go station 3 anyway. Got there half an hour before closing time and the booking clerk tells us an important rule they forgot to mention at the other station! – Once a train leaves, you can only cancel the ticket at the journey start point! And you don’t need a reservation counter for that! Any counter would do! So we dragged ourselves back to the car and drove 50 km back, cancelled the tickets, got a bottle of Romanov n drowned our sorrows!
N you bet we reached the station early for the next days train! And F hasn’t used the term arre yaar after that!
Saturday, February 3, 2007
The admission formalities completed, the principal gave his 'you are the best of the best' speech, no doubt under the influence of watching too many American commando movies, followed by assignment of hostels. One guy was mistakenly assigned to a ladies hostel leading to queries of how one may accomplish that!
However the list was soon corrected much to our disappointment!
With our first night in the hostel we became acquainted with the hierarchy of medical student life
House surgeon/intern - can leap tall buildings in a single bound
Final year - can clear medium buildings with a running start and favorable winds
Third years - can scale a compound wall
Second year - can jump over puddles
First years - can crawl on fours
The first couple of days were rather hectic, with the seniors aka chettanmar conducting Interviews late in to the night, displaying extreme interest in our prior love life, our knowledge of swear words, porn, human anatomy, politics and so on. If our knowledge was found to be lacking in any sphere they were only too happy to augment it from there own extensive database. Needless to say, those early sessions were extremely informative and we soon got to refer to seniors with various colorful epithets among ourselves. The chettanmar however displayed their superior cunningness by getting a short fellow from amongst themselves to pretend to be a late admission and come to us. our conversation soon turned to ragging and the fellow asked in an oh-so-innocent voice "how are the seniors here?" one guy unable to curb his enthusiasm blurted out " they are all f***ing b*****ds!" the rest as they say, was history. I'll just add that the fellow was seen coming for dinner at the mess with his underwear on his head!
On the whole I'll add, to the credit of my seniors, they exercised restraint, there was almost no physical violence, or exposure to various drugs, the abuse of which we'd assumed would have been widespread on the campus. And it was a great way to get friendly with the chettans and broke the ice with our own batch mates!
Friday, January 26, 2007
In case you haven't guessed by now, that boy was me. I can still remember writing IIT JEE. Well not exactly writing, shading bubbles at random and staring at the ceiling! Kerala CEE was much better with questions like 'whats the national bird of india?' Then the Gods decided that i should qualify for both engineering and medicine, therby landing me in a quandary
Option 1 - join engineering and be with my old school buddies or
Option 2 - join med and be part of a select few.
Finally after much head scratching, my old adversary trignometry made up my mind for me. See, it even has the words 'no me try' in it! :D So without further ado, went and joined MBBS.
Was on cloud 9 for a few weeks till the course started. Was flooded with requests from my school teachers and parent's colleagues to 'advise' their children on how to ace the entrance. So i sat down and made up a few fake dos n donts like
'study what u are taught the same day itself.'
'cut down on tv, newspapers and magazines'
'buy humungous books with 25000 MCQs' n so on.
Received a request from a pretty junior of mine that she wanted the books of a correspondence course that i had taken, so pulled out the brand new books from the as yet unopened postal covers, went crazy with a highlighter and a pen, marking out 'important points' n trying in general to give the books a well used look before handing them over! After all i have an image to maintain!
If any of the above mentioned people are reading this, i beg their forgiveness for atleast temporarily screwing their studies!