I think I am the only physician at my hospital / ED who has treated a snake bite in living memory (25+ years). We do have scant populations of copperheads and timber rattlers nearby. In theory we stock crofab. Minor changes for reasons—
Drunk dude gets bitten by a “baby rattlesnake” (Identified by his Texan buddy…) in his dominate hand. Is intoxicated AF, has a bite mark, minimal swelling, maybe slight parathesia.
Labs, serial exam, call to regional poison control.
I would have gotten more help by calling the local Domino’s and asking them if I should suck the poison out of the wound. Literally “i have no idea about snake bites” and to my more pertinent question “we have no idea who stocks crofab”. They suggested every big tertiary center nearby had some in stock, of course.
Being the prodigal son of one of these, I knew for a fact they had none in stock. Rapid mobilization of the curious crew of nurses, techs, and UCos (we don’t see many snake bites)— every level 1 trauma/tertiary center in a 100mi radius says “AHHAHAHA crofab what? Nah man”. We get this info in 5 minutes. We don’t just call the transfer centers, we hit up the EDs and pharmacies. Strike out. I have someone on every phone in the ED, a ****ing smooth oiled information network.
Suddenly a bunch of outdoor-type-law-enforcement shows up, with a dead juvenile copperhead (they like to drop a lot of toxin…) and the patient visibly starts swelling and bitching about weird parathesias and pain.
Game on. Re-call poison control. No help. I recommend they call Colorado (I heard they know snake bites!) or Texas or Utah or something… don’t you have a mutual-support network?? This gets an audible huh and they go off on a mission. First they recommend the Zoo, and I ask if the Zoo is open at 10pm on a Friday…
Nursing supervisor finds CroFAB which was produced in about 1982, in very dusty boxes. Suddenly I’m on a three-way-call with some other state toxicologist (a lovely human!) who does teach me that expired, underdosed crofab is better than no crofab. We’re engaged with the enemy now.
Our intelligence network has continued working, and discovered a large community hospital not-too-far-away stocks a solid cache of crofab.
I call their transfer center— “we don’t have that. If we do, everyone has it. We are full. Decline transfer. *HANGUP*”
Huh.
I may, at that point, call the operator at that hospital and put on the charm. I may mention being an ER doc. I may NOT mention that I’m not one of THEIR ER docs. I may get connected with their inpatient pharmacist. I may continue the same ploy. I may say I have a guy with a copperhead bite (COOL HUH!). I may ask which exact PIXIS the crofab is in, and how many vials, because I might need a few. I may learn that X are in ED PIXIS #3, and Y are in reserve in the pharmacy. Live saver, thank you Ms. Pharmacist. I may go back to sweet talking the operator. I may get directly connected to an ED attending. I may pitch them I have a worsening dominate hand copper head bite with underdosed crofab and I’m out and he needs more. And maybe a fasciotomy. My brother in EM may hesitate, saying he doesn’t know about their ability to handle bites vis-a-vis crofab. I might tell him to ask his resource RN to check PIXIS #3, where I am confident he will find X vials. He does this. I sense the amazement on his end. He starts to ask how. I tell him don’t worry, the issue is his transfer center wants to **** me. But we… yes WE.. want to save this man’s hand. Plus have you seen a good snake envinomation? You know you want to accept this transfer… it’ll be fun. In classic EM doc fashion my brother in christ immediately says “my name is XXXX, please send him now my shift is over in 3 hours and I need this”.
Anyway I’m sure there are 2984 ways I could get sued in the above story, of which only like 7 are my fault. Dude’s hand ended up doing well, but he soaked up a lot of crofab.