tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56892242440196328182024-03-08T04:42:18.582+00:00Memoirs of a MedicSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433759090395021660noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689224244019632818.post-61251159341231911872011-01-19T15:06:00.000+00:002011-01-19T15:06:19.970+00:00Load and Go<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He sat on the edge of his bed, face expressionless... blank.... staring</span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He was alert...orientated....GCS of 15</span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He didn't want to go to hospital, he was fine. A gentleman, pleasant and articulate. His wife was just being dramatic.</span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">But his eyes told a different story. They were glazed and void. They showed fear, something was wrong.</span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Seriously wrong.</span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was a DIY disaster. He had been painting the walls of his hall when the ladder slipped. He had been standing about 5ft up the ladder, but this means that his head had been 11ft in the air when it came crashing down onto the solid floorboards. There was no obvious trauma, no bumps or cuts. Not even any tenderness around the area. But I didn't need the 'obvious' signs to tell me he was in trouble. His wife had already told us he had been unconscious for around 3 minutes. </span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i>That was enough for me.</i></span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He was collared and boarded, delicately removed from the house and into the back of the vehicle. It wasn't a time for playing around.</span></div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Foot down please! Easy on the bends.”</span></div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The hospital were given an information call and all was good. I kept him talking, his wife too. She was upset.</span></div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It's OK, He's chatting away fine. It's just always best to get any bang on the head checked by the Doctors, especially if he was knocked out.”</span></div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I hear the familiar rip of velcro, he's trying to take the collar off. I didn't need to look, I knew what was happening. I try to talk to him, and he's answering. But its making little sense. His GCS is dropping. He starts to become irritated, trying to sit up, swearing and barking orders. I have a look out the window, we're literally on the hospital grounds.</span></div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i>Thank you God </i></span></div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He calms down slightly, although still slightly combative. The nursing staff take over and a Doctor starts his examination. </span></div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A little later we returned to the hospital. I spot the Doctor who examined our man and manage to get a quick word. It's not good. His ICP is through the roof. If he survives its extremely doubtful he will make a full recovery. </span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i>Bollocks</i></span></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433759090395021660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689224244019632818.post-86041678556281858502011-01-11T20:11:00.003+00:002011-01-11T20:29:34.010+00:00New BeginningsMy head is still buzzing with the events of 2010. There are a good few tales to tell, but all in good time. It's now 2011 and a time for new beginnings. I'll soon be getting married and have a lot to look forward to this year. But I'm sure it'll still have its ups and downs, smiles and frowns. <br />
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To often in the past I've left it to fate to decide which path I take during my life. But not this year, I'm taking control of my life completely. I still have my demons to beat (mainly my idleness) and my mountains to climb, but my determination is greater than ever. I wont give up this time. <br />
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I made a promise to someone and it will not be broken...Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433759090395021660noreply@blogger.com0