"Old Lady With The Low Heart Rate"

I think this one is one for "the books". Y'know? The 'stash' of interesting patients/encounters that you file away some place?

Last week I was assigned to one of our two "Acute side" pods [2 nurses to deal with a theoretical 8 beds.] Naturally, given the state of Emergency Departments these days, those "8 beds" can 'stretch' to 12, 14 or 16 (this is the "acute side", mind you) depending on how many patients you can cram in before you're 'forced' to go on Divert... and of course, you don't get any additional "help" when you're over loaded. Management seems to think that it's ok to staff 2 nurses to 8 beds even when 6 of those patients are on vents...

... but I digress.

Anyway, my partner and I are already dealing with 13 patients (6 in rooms, 7 in hallway stretchers - some "sharing" hallway assignments) when we're curtly informed by the charge nurse that one of our room patients needs to come out because there's a lady out in triage with a "low heart rate and no discernible BP".

My partner and I look at each other and practically play 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' to decide which one of our "critical patients" in our rooms has instantly become 'less critical' so that they can sit out in the hallway while we treat this new patient emergency....

Ok, Ok. Just kidding. We pulled one of our semi-stable chest pain patients (the one we deemed to be at the lowest risk of all our patients) out of his room to open up a spot for our new patient (but we DID play rock-paper-scissors to decide who would pick up the new patient and I DID lose...)

So I walk into the room as the triage nurse and a tech assist the patient to the stretcher. I introduce myself to the patient and her husband (they're both about 90+ years old) and I note that the patient can still walk, albeit with assistance... and that she's still talking.

Triage had told me that the patient's HR was about 30 bpm and she couldn't get a BP.

Not the kind of behavior I'd expect from someone with such a low HR and no BP!, I thought to myself.

As she was settling in, getting undressed and hooked onto the bedside monitor; I asked my questions while surreptitiously assessing the pt. Radial pulse indicated a HR of 28. To confirm, I checked a carotid... also about 28-30 (with super-long pauses between beats). I used my stethoscope to check out her lungs and heart sounds - nothing exceptional other than her irregular bradycardia, with long pauses.

I did a manual BP - she was 55/20!

But she's sitting up and talking to me! Her only complaint is "feeling a little dizzy, like I've been feeling off and on this week except tonight it got worse".

Well, I'll say!

Of course, while this was going on; other things were stepping into high gear. Someone showed up with the EKG machine, someone else started hooking her up to the bedside transcutaneous pacer and a paramedic student started looking for a vein for an IV in her arm. I requested that he get an 18 gauge in her Right A/C and to come grab me if he had any trouble.

The patient shoo'ed all us 'men' outside (especially her husband) as we were trying to get her undressed for the EKG/monitor. She managed a wry smile and said "even after all these years, I'm still modest about myself around him". That elicited a chuckle from the two female techs and a grin from me.

"Well, you got nothing to worry about from us M'am. We'll make sure he doesn't catch a sneak peak", I said with a grin; which elicited a good belly laugh from her.

I figured it was time for me to step outside and talk to the husband.

"Hi Mr. Smith. While we're getting your wife settled in, I'd like to tell you what we're planning to do. First we'll hook her up the the bedside monitor so that I can keep an eye on her heart and other important signs even if I'm not in the room. Some of my colleagues are going to do an EKG, a simple electrical "picture" of her heart to see if there is any abnormality. Other colleagues are going to start an IV on her and draw some blood at the same time to test and see if she is or has suffered heart damage in the near past.

Do you have any questions so far?"

"No, I don't", said Mr. Smith.

"What I'd like to ask you though is your perception on things", I continued; "What made you bring her to the ER tonight. Has anything changed over the past week or was it something that happened tonight? Were you engaged in any activity which is not the norm for the two of you? Any strange/different food or drink? Medications?"

When I mentioned medications, Mr. Smith calmly tells me, "I think she took one too many of her BP meds. That explains her symptoms and her bradycardia. I don't think it's anything serious but given her bradycardia, I thought it best to get it checked out".

Now, normally, I don't have 90+ year old gentlemen use the words "symptoms, bradycardia and BP meds" in the same sentence... much less articulate them in a manner as to suggest a medical diagnosis!

Before I could ask the husband where he learned them neat words, out comes the paramedic student with a grin on his face as he hands me a bunch of vaccutainers containing blood samples. "Here you go Spook! 18G in the Right A/C, just like you requested".

As I was thanking him, the student turned around to face the husband and exclaimed, "Mr. Smith! Say, you wouldn't be the same Mr. Smith who was head of cardio-thoracic surgery at Sprawling Metropolis Trauma Center, would you?! I've heard so much about you! My Dad was a paramedic and he used to talk about you all the time!"

I swear I saw the old gentleman in front of me *blush* and mumble, "Yes. I was. But that was a long time ago".

Well, that probably explains him knowing all them words, eh?

Right when I was about to say something, the tech walked out with the 12-lead EKG report. I quietly stopped her and took the paper copy of the EKG to show it to Mr. Smith. I let him take a quick look at it, before I hurried over to the ER doc to show it to him.

Both the ER doc and I now approached the patient and her husband, to explain things as to where we stood. The ER doc was convinced that while her condition was serious, it didn't warrant an immediate pacemaker implant or surgery. Her lab work seemed to indicate no emergent abnormalities and he was inclined to agree with the husband that the pt. had probably taken one too many pills by accident.


The plan was to admit her to remote telemetry overnight - just in case.
While the ER doc was talking with the admitting consultant over the phone, I saw Mr. Smith quietly sneak into his wife's room.

They held hands for a while. Looking into each others eyes. Saying nothing... and yet 'speaking' all that need to be 'said'.

A little while later, I saw him get up, gently lean over and give his wife a heartfelt kiss. He brushed her hair off her face, while they were still holding hands. Then they said something that I couldn't hear and her bent over to kiss her again.

The look they had on their faces was just... well, indescribable.

[I did feel guilty that I witnessed what was obviously meant to be a tender, intimate, private moment between the two of 'em].

Mr. Smith slowly shuffled out of the room, taking care to close the curtains and shut the sliding door. He ambled over to me and said "Thank you for all your help today son. I'm loathe to leave but she insists I do. She says that I need my rest and that the dogs would get antsy without us."

He paused.... and looked down...

"Trust her to be more worried about me and the dogs even as she's lined up in a hospital!"


I walked over to Mr. Smith and bent down on my knees so that his eyes could see mine. I took his hands in mine.

"Mr. Smith, you're wife is as concerned about you as you are about her. But at this point in time, there's not a whole lot else you can do for her. I won't dare to presume to tell you how how things ought to be, but Sir; this hospital has strict visiting hours. As much as I'd love to bend the rules, you and I both know I can't."

He looked up slightly. A striking face; worn by the ravages of time, worry and care. A mist occluded his bright grey eyes.

"I've never been away from her. Ever. She'll be terrified. I know she will!"
That last response sounded less like a statement and more like a plea...

It nearly broke my heart.
"Hold on Mr. Smith. Let me see what I can do to..."

Just like that, I saw him shake his head. Take a few deep breaths in. Then he looked down to meet my eyes - his steel grey fiercely boring into my liquid brown.

"You take good care of her. She's all I have left!" I felt his hands clench mine, as if reinforcing his desperate plea.

"We will, Mr. Smith", I mumbled; "I promise".

He nodded assent, and then slowly shuffled off.


Leaving me all alone, to contemplate the loving bond that is shared between a man and his beloved wife....

Be careful when taking walks

One of our ER docs told me this story:

Many years ago, when I was doing my residency near The Other Big City, police brought this elderly gentleman in to the ER. They said that they'd found him wandering around and when they stopped to question him, he responded with incoherent words and neither one of the officers could figure out what the man was saying.

And neither could we. His vitals weren't normal but they weren't off the wall either. One of the nurses thought she detected some AoB (Alcohol on Breath) but for the most part this guy appeared benign. Lungs clear, good heart sounds, no apparent signs of trauma.

Then, one of the cardiology residents who happened to be down on a consult happened to pass by the ER room while we were trying to figure out what the hell to do. He stopped, poked his head in and asked one of the nurses what was going on. Upon being told the gist of the story; the resident shook his head and said: "He's not mentally confused or unstable. He's speaking a different language. I don't know what it is but I know it's not gibberish." Apparently this cardiology resident was of Indian extraction and had heard it before.

This set of a flurry of activity... and before long, they managed to find an Indian-American nurse who was called down to help translate.

Apparently, this gentleman had recently arrived in country; visiting his son's family for the holidays. He'd had a glass or two of wine in the afternoon and had decided to stretch his legs with a walk and take in some fresh air. That was when the police found him and the poor man spoke not a syllable of English. Fearing that he'd been injured/lost and wanting to make sure he was ok health-wise, the police brought him in and that's where all the fun started.

The Vent

Quoting another ED nurse:

Ok,..was gonna try to stay out of this,.but I just can't help myself! I agree that this is a great place to vent. This is supposed to be a safe place to vent. A place to let out all my frustrations away from patients and co workers. A place to verbalize all those thoughts that I would NEVER, EVER say to someones face while at work! A place to voice my opinions to other health professionals who understand where I'm coming from.

I don't expect solutions to my frustrations. I don't expect someone to tell me how to fix everything and make my job a day at the park. It just makes me feel better to write it all down and get it out! It makes me feel better for someone who understands to say "yeah, I'm with you there!". If occasionally I learn something in the process of venting then good for me! If commenting to someone else's vent makes them chuckle or breathe a little easier that's great.

I've been a nurse for a long time and I do understand that those who aren't in the medical field don't always understand what I'm venting about. I've often whined about something to my husband (a non medical person) that seemed like an obvious situation to whine about and he looks at me like I'm crazy! I then have to go into more detail about my complaint and sometimes he will understand.

That's why I come here! I shouldn't have to explain to any of my fellow nurses how it makes me feel when a 22yr old tells me he has abd pain 14/10, can't keep anything down, while eating Cheeto's and coke, talking on his cell phone! There is no need to explain my initial thoughts when he then tells me he has no medical hx, takes no reg meds and is allergic to Tylenol, toradol, haldol, vistaril, naprosyn, ultram, and phenergan!

I come to this site because we are all in the same boat. We are all caring, compassionate, well educated, professionals who are trying to do the best we can for our pts. We get frustrated when, because of situations beyond our control, we can't do our jobs!

I would never, ever, tell a new Mom, who is worried about her 8mo olds 2hr temp of 102 that she is wasting my time and resources by coming to the ER instead of running to walmart to buy some tylenol! I would never, ever tell the man with back pain for "about 2yrs now, no one can figure out what's causing it" that he needs to loose 100lbs and find a family doc to take care of these "flair ups".

BUT,.when that same Mom comes up to the triage desk and complains that they have been waiting "almost an hour" and "people who came in after us have already gone back" and then gets nasty with me when I explain that the sickest pts go first, I'm gonna come to allnurses and VENT! I would so love to take that Mom by the hand, take her back to Rm 3 the 6yr old who was found in the bottom of the pool, then to Rm 5 the 18yr old unrestrained driver of a roll over MVI who was ejected, then to Rm 8 the 60yr old who suddenly couldn't speak and has a L sided facial droop, Rm 24 the 22yr old ruptured ectopic with a BP of 54/20 who is bleeding out faster than we can put it in and of course OR is full! I would so love to put everything in perspective for that Mom,..but alas,..I can't,..I won't.

I come to this site to vent to other nurses! To those that know exactly what I'm feeling. I don't vent to my neighbor or my hairdresser. I'm not directing my vent to any patient or family member. I'm here to talk to other like minded professionals!

If you have stumbled in to this site as a non medical person, just looking for an interesting read, or free medical advice you should be prepared for what you might see. Nursing can be a very unpleasant job at times. We see people at their worst. We see things on a regular bases that most people will never witness in their lives. We are expected to leave the room of a dead 3yr old and smile and ask Mrs Jones if "there's anything we can do for her, I have the time".

We are expected to understand that when the doc orders 100 of Morphine, he really meant Fentanyl. We understand why our pt with SOB really does need an 18g in the AC. We understand why a pt with abd pain must stay NPO. We know how to do our jobs and we do understand that non medical people don't understand!!

I find it insulting for a non medical person to make judgments on how I do a job that they couldn't do. I don't argue with my mechanic about the best way to fix my car. I don't argue with the electrician about how to fix my furnace. WHY WHY do people think it's ok to not only argue with us, but accuse us of being cold, and uncaring when we are doing a job that many people say they could never do?

I must stop,..if you are a non medical person and are offended by what is said on this nursing site,...it's simple,...see that little red box with the white X in the top right corner of the screen? Click it!

You ROCK lady!

Healthy ER abusers are a "myth"

A recent article in Slate claims that the uninsured without a PMD and the insured folks who have PMDs both visit the ERs (or ED if you are Dr. WhiteCoat ;-)) in roughly the same proportion:

If you believe the conventional wisdom, the E.R. abusers of our nation are especially responsible for many problems in health care. They fill up E.R. waiting rooms and because they can't (or won't) pay their medical bills, the insured patients who prudently wait for weekday appointments to see their doctors end up bearing the costs of the abusers' in the form of higher insurance premiums. The oft-repeated claim is that if we can just find a way to get the abusers out of the E.R. waiting rooms, we'd eliminate many of the high costs associated with health care in the United States.

The problem is that this story of the healthy, cavalier, uninsured E.R. abuser is largely a myth. E.R. use by the uninsured is not wrecking health care. In fact, the uninsured don't even use the E.R. any more often than those with insurance do. And now, a new study shows that the increased use of the E.R. over the past decade (119 million U.S. visits in 2006, to be precise, compared with 67 million in 1996) is actually driven by more visits from insured, middle-class patients who usually get their care from a doctor's office. So, the real question is: Why is everybody, insured and uninsured, coming to the E.R. in droves? The answer is about economics. The ways in which health information is shared and incentives aligned, for both patients and doctors, are driving the uninsured and insured alike to line up in the E.R. for medical care.

Click here for the full article

Hmmm...