6 Insane Realities Of Emergency Medicine (You Should Know)

You might hear an overhead announcement to the effect of, "Adult stat, eight north. Adult stat, eight north." But it will be announced in the exact same tone of voice used to let you know a scrubs sale is happening in the gift shop. Should you actually follow a team to the room where shit's getting real, you'd be greeted by a weird quiet. Some amazing things will be happening, but they'll be happening without commentary. When I run a resuscitation effort, I know it's going well if no one but me is talking, and in these situations, I actually tend to speak more quietly and politely than usual. An ideal resuscitation effort would look calm to an outsider, like everyone had been rehearsing this for a very long time and knew exactly what to do.

Because they do, of course.

There's a protocol we follow when we're trying to save someone's life with ACLS, which stands for advanced cardiac life support. Knowing that protocol is how you get certified to do it. And the protocol includes precisely zero steps that involve shouting or running around with your arms flailing about like a panicked Muppet. It's all about control, clear communication between the team leader and the team members, and each member of the resuscitation team performing his or her duty. We've modeled how we do this on how airplane crews function.

Of course, that somber image I just painstakingly painted crumbles to bits as soon as I reveal what's really going on inside that doctor's head. See, CPR certification courses distribute a list of songs that provide the correct beat for performing chest compressions. Said playlist includes (perhaps appropriately) "Stayin' Alive" and (perhaps less appropriately) "SexyBack."

That one's under FDA review due to the tendency of hospital staff to forget what they're doing
and start grinding on each other.

Yes. Somewhere, right now, there's a doctor humming "SexyBack" as he chest-pumps a lolling patient. Don't give him shit for it; bringing sexy back is medically necessary.

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You want to save somebody in a movie, you have to zap them like a human Hot Pocket. You rub the paddles together, you shout, "CLEAR!" -- because you're about to send a Frankensteinian amount of juice through the body -- and then you electrocute that dying son of a bitch until he agrees to live again.

In reality, we rarely shock people, because only specific malignant heart rhythms respond to a shock. If you're lucky enough to have one of those and have it recognized really quickly, then you're a candidate for electrical therapy. But you're also more likely to do better with CPR, overall.

So why all the defibrillators? Simple. On the off chance that you do have a "shockable rhythm" when you go down, it's super important for a nearby do-gooder to shock the shit out of you as quickly as possible. For each minute they delay, your predicted chance of survival goes down by about 10 percent. To save you the trouble of breaking out your calculator, that's 10 minutes to dead -- which, incidentally, is also the name of the band I'm going to start if this whole doctor thing doesn't work out.

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We're also going to shove a plastic tube about the diameter of a thumb down your throat and into your windpipe, after we use a curved piece of steel to drag annoyances like your tongue out of the way. We'll probably jam a large plastic tube into the big vein in your groin, or maybe the one in your neck or under your collarbone, depending on where we can get to at the time. And we might even cut a hole in the side of your chest and shove another plastic tube between your lung and your chest wall, or maybe stick a needle into the sac around your heart.

It'll save your life, of course, but sometimes it feels like a pretty fucked-up thing to do to a person.

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Especially if Flatliners is accurate.

If you have return of spontaneous circulation, meaning your heart is doing its job, but you're still comatose and you're not bleeding like a stuck hog, we put you in the ICU and drop your body temperature to somewhere around 90 degrees F for up to an entire day. We have to give you a special drug to temporarily paralyze you in order to prevent shivering (which, at that temperature and for that duration, would cause serious muscle damage). You're so cold that your heart rate drops, your blood chemistry gets all wacky, and blood clotting doesn't work. You're basically as close as we can get to the cryo-sleep from Aliens.

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On TV, three-quarters of the characters that undergo CPR survive, and most leave the hospital with something that looks like a normal life ahead of them. Let's set the record straight: As of about five years ago, if you dropped dead from a cardiac cause while outside the hospital, CPR gives you less than a 10 percent chance of making it out of the hospital alive.

Which is why, if at all possible, you should try to have your heart attack on a TV show and/or movie.

But that's dropping dead on a street corner. If something catastrophic happens to your heart while you're in the hospital, you've got about a 25 percent shot of living through it. Much better than 1 in 10, but it's hardly as though modern medicine has a lock on resuscitation yet. Most folks still die only once.

As for those lucky few who do leave the hospital outside of a bag, only about half of them end up with what is described as a "favorable functional status." This basically means you can walk on your own and aren't pissing and shitting on yourself, but you still need help on a continual basis. So, in this instance, "favorable" is strictly defined as "hey, marginally better than dead."

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Make no mistake: CPR does improve odds of survival. If you know what you're doing and you see someone drop on the street, by all means, scream, "STAT!" (not because it means anything but because when else will you get the chance?) and start hands-only CPR. But we often behave as though everything that ails us is fixable, up to and including death. If someone has the balls to tell us that maybe we shouldn't do painful things to sick, old people that are extremely unlikely to accomplish anything other than prolong pain, suffering, and disability, we start tossing around words like "death panels."

I'll leave you with this: A very experienced and very respected colleague of mine, who has attempted resuscitation on thousands of patients, says, "If you find me down in the hallway, walk away and come back in 30 minutes. Whatever's gonna happen will have happened by then." He's only kidding a little bit.

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