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Shotgun Trauma: Whodunit?

Friday

Receiving a Trauma patient...back in the day.
It was 1991-ish at around 5:30 am when the 'Bat Phone' rang. The phone itself was red with teensy photographs of a gun and knife taped to the handset and it was our hotline to Biotel - a centralized Emergency Dispatch center. in Dallas, Texas. " male, multiple gunshot wounds, Code 1, Priority 4, five minutes out”, cautioned dispatch. This was bad.

A five-minute ‘heads up’ was a blessing.

Our patient arrived alive. Oxygen, fluid resuscitation, blood and diagnostics were all being done simultaneously. He was shot with was not just a simple handgun but, a shotgun. A shotgun typically uses a ‘shell’ and when fired, shoots a number of pellets which is why his abdominal x-rays looked like stars in the night sky - almost too many pellets to count from the multiple shots. His injuries were devastating and he was drifting in and out of consciousness. The ER doc made it clear to me that he would not survive.

Suddenly it seemed as though everyone lost interest in this case except for me and a cop who was left sitting in the corner of the room, making notes. He told me that when our victim left for work that morning, someone was waiting for him, across the street, with a shotgun.

My patient would most likely die soon. I maintained his blood pressure (and consciousness) with blood transfusions and oxygen, while waiting for the surgeons arrival. This was before we had designated Trauma Response Teams, Trauma Centers, Trauma Case Managers and the like. This was how it was done. Hard to believe.

I didn’t know how much longer my patient would remain conscious, so it was critical to me that family be given the opportunity to be with him. I opened the door to 'The Family Room' where it was filled with distraught family members and friends. The doctor had explained the gravity of the situation and they were clearly heartbroken. His parents. siblings and friends came forward to be at his bedside. Recalling the tearful, anguished sobs, followed by prayers of strength and validations of love, it was a powerful moment and told me how much this man meant to everyone. The only person who had not stepped forward was his wife. She, still in her nightgown, wearing pink sponge curlers in her hair and staring blankly overwhelmed by grief.  I asked everyone to leave his room in order to provide the couple privacy. 

She stood beside him with tears streaming down her face. She didn’t speak a word and barely moved. He told her that he loved her. She did not respond. After a few minutes I brought her back out to the waiting room where she was comforted by her friends and family.

My patient died that morning. He was 28.

A few weeks later, while out shopping, I saw a familiar face in the store but just couldn’t place him. So, I approached him and said…”You look so familiar, do we know each other?” He paused for a moment and then said, “You’re the nurse.” I nodded. He said, “I’m the cop.” The cop from my patient's trauma room.  I asked, “So did ya'll find out who did it?”

I was totally unprepared for his response,

“His wife", he said.

A promise of  $500.00 to kill her husband - to be paid when she collected from his Life Insurance policy.

It just affirms the fact that you can't judge someone in our business.

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ER 101

Monday

In 1983, a doctor that I had worked with suggested I transfer to the Emergency Room at Baylor. I had planned a lengthy tour of Europe and would be gone for a couple of months, so transferring sounded like a good idea. I secured my transfer to the E.R. before leaving for my trip.

When I reported to the E.R. for my first day of duty, I was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (so to speak) and didn't get why the E.R. staff weren't exactly thrilled when introduced to me by the nurse educator. I certainly didn't miss the subtle eye roll and yawn when they were told about my (non-ER) nursing experience and I was blown away by the blatant rudeness of a more experienced E.R. nurse when she snapped "get me a real nurse" after I had entered the room where a patient wasn't doing so well.

In the eighties, nursing academics began discussing how ‘nurses eat their young’, a phrase used to describe an epidemic of how many times 'seasoned' nurses would not be kind or helpful to new or young nurses but rather, teach through intimidation, fear and bullying. Believe me, those nurses were most definitely in the ER and gave me a new understanding into the naming of 'nurse sharks'. That being said, without any ER experience, the truth of the matter was that I knew I had to ‘prove’ myself and that I needed them more than they needed me. Fortunately, the practice of 'nurses eating their young' has gone by the wayside. Nurses are generally more supportive and helpful to the newbies.




I accepted the challenge of Emergency Nursing and did my best to present myself as a self confident, skilled and knowledgable nurse and made every effort to befriend even the most bloodthirsty of nurse sharks. Humor helped alot and I learned that when you swim with sharks you'd best not let them see you as bait.


The following are just a few of the new terms and phrases that I had to learn ...


ER Vocabulary


  • ABC – Airway, Breathing, Circulation

  • Biotel – a central communications center that is staffed with nurses, doctors and paramedics who communicate and advise with various ambulance services. They are also responsible for designating the hospital that receives the patient based upon predetermined criteria.

  • Bat Phone – a red telephone in the ER that is a direct line to/from Biotel

  • Blunt Trauma – hit with a baseball bat or crunched in a car wreck

  • Code - normally a respiratory and/or cardiac arrest but there were many 'codes' used in the hospital. If someone "called a code" it could mean starting or ending CPR

  • C-Collar – Cervical Immobilization Collar – neck brace

  • DFD – Dallas Fire Department (and ambulance)
    Code 1 – lights only Code 4 – lights and sirens
    Priority 1 – easy Priority 4 – see train wreck

  • ETOH – Blood Alcohol or just alcohol as in “ETOH abuser”

  • FB – Foreign Body

  • GCS – Glasgow Coma Scale

  • Gomerade – 1 liter of Normal Saline with Multivitamin, Folic Acid and Vit B12 added – used for ETOH abusers (gomers) - Now the term is "Banana Bag" - much more politically correct.

  • GSW – Gun shot wound

  • LP – lumbar puncture (spinal tap)

  • LOC – Level of Consciousness

  • LOL/LOM – Little old lady/man

  • MVA – Motor vehicle accident

  • MVC – Motor vehicle collision/crash … around 1995 MVA was changed to MVC. According to the Board of Trauma Surgeons “There are no accidents. Every crash is preventable.”

  • MCA/MCC – Motor Cycle Accident/Crash

  • POPTA – passed out prior to arrival

  • Pit – the ER

  • PTA - Prior to arrival

  • Penetrating Trauma – stab wound, projectile wound, gun shot wound, puncture wound etc.

  • Ruptured triple A – see train wreck (ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm)

  • Ruptured ectopic – see train wreck (ruptured pregnancy gestating in a fallopian tube)

  • SW – Stab Wound

  • Thumper - A mechanism used to deliver chest compressions to a patient in cardiac arrest

  • Train wreck – any really bad trauma or pt in really bad condition.

  • Tox Screen – Blood or urine specimen to determine presence of opiates, amphetamines, cannabis etc.  
Knife & Gun Club - Part 1