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Picture this: young-ish chronic trach/vent patient. You know him well. Hes been on your unit for months waiting for placement. You know him, he knows you. he has family, they don't come to see him much- they are broke and cannot afford to come see him- so you ARE his family.
The day starts out fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Lunch time passes, you step off the unit to transfer another person out- come back to find that Mr Man is not doing so hot. You and RT work to get his sats up but not much is helping. Doc orders a CXR via phone- but that's it. Results are phoned to him- at this point sats are 91% so hes pleased.
20 minutes later, you walk in- notice a HR of 28 on the monitor in the room... "Hey, Sir, Are you with me? Sir" shaking him feverishly. No response.
"I NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!!!" you shout to your buddy nurse. She enters, you've already begun compressions, she hits the code blue button and yells for more help. Its a Saturday, so you do not get the usual influx of people.
The patient looks at you. He is awake. "You with me?" he shakes his head yes. "You're scaring us man..." He is a trach so RT is bagging him.
His heart rate begins to drop again, his eyes roll to the back of his head. Dr orders some epi. His rate is back up to 50's. Atropine is given. nothing really happens. Epi wears off- hes bradying down again. More epi. More atropine.
His wife is called, but does not understand the urgency and couldn't get to the hospital even if she wanted to.
Dopamine drip is started, lines are put in. Meanwhile- he is blue. Mottled. Cold. Mostly unresponsive. Seizing.
Code continues. You are hoping that this main can just be left alone and out of his misery that he has been in for months, years now. But- we have a duty.
Code continues. Labs are drawn, severe metabolic disturbances. More meds. More fluids. Nothing. 2 hours later, doc calls the code. You tell him you are hear with him, he is not alone. It is OK to "go". That he is not alone. His agonal rhythm eventually stops.
You have to tell his wife he was died. He is dead. She is not understanding this information well. Now, once he is dead- an wave of family swarms in. "why couldn't they be here when he was alone??" you ask yourself.
You know he is in a better place, but you still feel off. Sad. But, Mr Man looks more peaceful, laying there without his vent, IV, tele leads... More so than you have ever seen him.
You carry on with your work and make sure everyone else is OK. Incoming shift is shocked to hear the news, you finish your mounds of paperwork, go home, and think long and hard about the events that unfolded during your shift.