{"id":2352,"date":"2022-02-13T11:26:44","date_gmt":"2022-02-13T15:26:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.themspress.org\/blog\/?p=2352"},"modified":"2022-02-13T11:27:17","modified_gmt":"2022-02-13T15:27:17","slug":"on-playing-doctor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themspress.org\/blog\/on-playing-doctor\/","title":{"rendered":"On Playing Doctor"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

An excerpt from “Playing Doctor: Part Two: Residency”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By: John Lawrence, MD<\/h5>\n\n\n\n

As was her habit, she [the surgical chief resident] had called to check in with a surgical nurse to see how each of her patients was doing. They were discussing each patient when the nurse stopped to mention that there was a code team outside a room on the sixth floor with a collapsed patient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My girlfriend quickly realized that it was one of her patient\u2019s rooms, then raced back to the hospital, sprinted up six flights of stairs, and dashed onto the sixth floor, where she encountered a chaotic group of people surrounding one of her patients lying unconscious in the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The internal medicine residents and attending physician running the code were about to shock the unconscious patient because he had no pulse. As we\u2019ve discussed previously, no pulse is bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, in the middle of their efforts, and much to everybody\u2019s surprise, the 5\u20191\u201d surgery chief ran up, injected herself into their midst, ordered them to stop, and demanded a pair of scissors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobody moved. The internal medicine attending exploded, wondering who the hell she was and what she was doing. It was his medicine team in charge of the code, and this patient had no pulse. Protocol was shouting for an immediate electric shock to the stalled heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Paying little or no attention to his barrage of questions, she grabbed a pair of scissors and now, to everyone\u2019s complete and utter shock, cut open the patient right through the surgery wound on his abdomen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let me recap in case you don\u2019t quite appreciate what\u2019s going on: she cut open a person\u2019s abdomen in the middle of the hospital hallway\u2014and then stuck her hand inside the patient! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the chairman of surgery came racing down the hall, he found his chief resident on the floor wearing a full-length skirt, with her arm deep inside an unconscious patient, asking, \u201cIs there a pulse yet?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The furious medical attending was shouting, \u201cWhat are you doing? Are you crazy? What are you doing?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And she kept calmly asking the nurse, over the barrage of shouts and chaos, \u201cDo you have a pulse yet?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly the nurse announced, \u201cWe\u2019re getting a pulse!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which immediately quieted everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Being an astute surgeon, she remembered thinking that the patient\u2019s splenic artery had appeared weak when they operated on him. She correctly guessed that the weakened artery had started bleeding, and that his collapsing in the hallway was due to his rapidly losing blood internally. She had clamped the patient\u2019s aorta against his spine with her hand<\/em> to stop any further blood loss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the sixth-floor hallway the patient was rushed to the O.R. with my girlfriend riding on top of the gurney, pressing her hand against his aorta, keeping the guy from bleeding to death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She then performed the surgery to complete saving his life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guy took a while to recover. Being deprived of blood to the brain had its detriments; when he awoke, he was convinced the 5\u20191\u201d blond surgeon in the room was his daughter. When he was informed that no, she wasn\u2019t his daughter, he apologized, \u201cSorry, you must be my nurse.\u201d That comment, one she heard all too frequently, did not go over well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To put this somewhat crazy event into perspective, within a day or two, the story became the stuff of legends told throughout surgical residencies across the country\u2014and this was before <\/em>social media sites existed to virally immortalize kitten videos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Opening a patient in the hallway and using her hands inside the guy to save his life? This feat, treated by her as nothing more than a routine surgical moment, was akin to knocking a grand slam homerun in the ninth inning of the World Series in game seven to win the game\u2014well, something like that. It\u2019s what little kid wannabe surgeons would dream of if they cultivated a sense of creativity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And to be fair, I thought it was an exciting episode, but she was always running off to save lives as a surgeon. The moment however, that finally put this accomplishment into perspective for me occurred when I was having dinner with her brother, the ace of aces surgeon, along with several other all-star surgical resident friends. This was a few weeks later, and without her present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eventually their surgery discussions (because that is pretty much all that this group of surgeons discuss when stuck together: surgery, ultra-marathon running, and more surgery) turned to loudly bantering back and forth about the whole event.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They boisterously argued about how much better they would have handled the whole situation, and wished they had been there to save the day instead of her:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou dream of something like that going down.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan you imagine being that lucky?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShould have been me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh man, I would pay to have something like that happen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the young surgeons agreed that this was their medical wet dream, being the rebellious action hero, on center stage, in such a grand case, in the middle of the hospital, no less, calmly saving a life in front of everyone with attending physicians yelling at you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then there was a moment of silence, total quiet as everyone reflected on the event\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut you know what?\u201d her brother finally said, looking around at everyone, then shaking his head and chuckling, \u201cI never would have had the balls to do it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And every single surgeon around the table slowly nodded their head in agreement\u2014they wouldn\u2019t have either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

True hero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Playing Doctor: Part Two: Residency is a medical memoir full of laug<\/em>h-out-loud tales, born from chaotic, disjointed, and frightening nights on hospital wards during John Lawrence\u2019s medical training and time as a junior doctor. Equal parts heartfelt, self-deprecating humor, and irreverent storytelling, John takes us along for the ride as he tracks his transformation from uncertain, head injured, liberal-arts student to intern, resident and then medical doctor.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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