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OK young Jedis. Feast your eyes.
62 y/o WF, h/o ITP , NIDDM, obesity (110 kg), moderate LV dysfunction.
Scheduled for CABG. 😱
My partner pre-ops her in the hospital.
Salient findings are platelet count 60K; EF 30%.
I'm the on-call dude the next day (read: it's MY case)
So I get out my trusty razor cell phone, look up the heart surgeon's number, and hit the green button:
"Hello?"
"Hey Jay, it's Bill."
"Hey Bill, whats up?"
"Look dude, I'm fearless, but the case you've got scheduled for tomorrow is scarin' me!"
"Yeah, I know," Jay the heart surgeon says.
"Only problem is we have no choice. She's got critical-two-vessel-stenoses and is having anginal symptoms in her hospital bed. Cardiologists say they can't stent her. So she's got only one shot, and thats surgery. She is fully aware of the risks and recognizes she may die as a result of the case."
"Uhhhhhhh," I replied.
"OK. But we've gotta have some major resources available for this case."
"Yeah, already got that lined up," Jay replied.
Medical banter continued between us making sure we were on the same mindset as to how the case should proceed.
SO, YOUNG JEDI'S AND ATTENDINGS ALIKE,
tell me how to do this CABG, what your fears are, and how you ameliorate your fears.
Oh, BTW, she was a difficult intubation to boot.
You know it's bad when one of your favorite CRNA's (Becky) mutters, while exposing with her Mac 3:
UHHHHHHHHHH.....Bill...................
"geeeezus $%^&^ing christ", I muttered back. "When it rains, it pours."
Tell me how to do this case.
This was forty eight hours ago.
Pt is now extubated in ICU, minimal chest tube drainage, complaining that she's being forced to get out of bed.
We did SOMETHING right since she's still breathing on this planet.
62 y/o WF, h/o ITP , NIDDM, obesity (110 kg), moderate LV dysfunction.
Scheduled for CABG. 😱
My partner pre-ops her in the hospital.
Salient findings are platelet count 60K; EF 30%.
I'm the on-call dude the next day (read: it's MY case)
So I get out my trusty razor cell phone, look up the heart surgeon's number, and hit the green button:
"Hello?"
"Hey Jay, it's Bill."
"Hey Bill, whats up?"
"Look dude, I'm fearless, but the case you've got scheduled for tomorrow is scarin' me!"
"Yeah, I know," Jay the heart surgeon says.
"Only problem is we have no choice. She's got critical-two-vessel-stenoses and is having anginal symptoms in her hospital bed. Cardiologists say they can't stent her. So she's got only one shot, and thats surgery. She is fully aware of the risks and recognizes she may die as a result of the case."
"Uhhhhhhh," I replied.
"OK. But we've gotta have some major resources available for this case."
"Yeah, already got that lined up," Jay replied.
Medical banter continued between us making sure we were on the same mindset as to how the case should proceed.
SO, YOUNG JEDI'S AND ATTENDINGS ALIKE,
tell me how to do this CABG, what your fears are, and how you ameliorate your fears.
Oh, BTW, she was a difficult intubation to boot.
You know it's bad when one of your favorite CRNA's (Becky) mutters, while exposing with her Mac 3:
UHHHHHHHHHH.....Bill...................
"geeeezus $%^&^ing christ", I muttered back. "When it rains, it pours."
Tell me how to do this case.
This was forty eight hours ago.
Pt is now extubated in ICU, minimal chest tube drainage, complaining that she's being forced to get out of bed.
We did SOMETHING right since she's still breathing on this planet.