Sunday, 3 August 2014
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“Emergency, patient complains of severe chest pain and recurrent seizures. Last seizure recorded 2 days back, dropping blood pressure, dropping heartbeat, 50, 48, 43……….”
“Give me 30mg Roxanol, Furosemide 60mg stat! Hold his hand nurse, 20 mg Roxanol, Stat!”
“The blood pressure is dropping 90/70, it’s decreasing”
“Give 40mg hydralazine, the heart rate is getting stable now, 60, 70, 89, 90 91,90. Blood pressure seems stable, the situation is in control. Nurse note his vitals at 1900 and add atropine at 2100. Report for any irregularities, I will proceed with the differential”
Dr Skyme watched his junior handle a rather usual case with amazing dexterity. He has handled many cases in his professional career of 30 years but the clichéd satisfaction that doctors achieved from saving lives has diminished overtime to the level of boredom. Maybe old age is synonym of boredom. Things are different now than they were 15 years ago.
“Skyme and Mason, we have an unusual case, the patient complaints of recurring Meningitis, no apparent rashes and fever however”
“That we will see. I don’t want to work with this crack head Mason” Skyme interrupted the head of medicine.
“You have no other choice Skyme; you both get your issues sorted and work on this one”
Skyme was known as “the mechanist” aptly given to him for his rather mechanical and textbook way of approaching the cases. Mason on the other hand was “the scientist” experimenting with his patients. Even though they respected each other, they never got along very well for Masons eccentric habits. Once he let the heartbeat down to 30 before he injected the adrenaline shot. It was all for fun! But when there was a challenge, he was the man for it.
Skyme and Mason worked on the patient with unusual symptoms, unusually. Skyme proceeded with the traditional lumbar puncture. Mason went for the CT of her chest and located a “Cicero giganum tapeworm” a worm mainly found in intestines. It was dangerously living in the pancreas and cysts were causing diminishing eyesight. Mason got the right diagnosis!
“Ah look at our very own grumpy Skyme. I got it right and you couldn't. “
“Right Mason, I guess we are even now eh? 6-6”
“I will make it 60-6 when I complete my new experiment to prevent multiple organ failure”
Mason was walking alone in the lawns of the Central House. HE would finally be visiting his family after a week. He was in the last stage of developing the medicine for multiple organ failure. The night was unexpectedly calm. He produced a knock on the door, no one opened.
His cell phone ranged with an unusual sense of urgency.
“Jack is in critical state, report here at once”
A striking sense of panic trickled down his spine like a rivulet streams down on the chilled glass.. He rushed on his way to the hospital
“What is the situation of my son?”
“Seizure, high fever, abnormal heart rate, patient not responding to propanolol. Kidneys are beginning to give up. I haven’t seen such a case in my career.’ Skyme reported.
“Are seizures epileptic, no they can’t be, no hereditary problem, no allergy that I am unaware of”
“Well were you aware of the fact that your child was in fever for over a week” Susan retorted.
“Honey this is not the time or the place, what did you give him?
“You were not around. I gave him two tablets of acetaminophen for a week”
“Doctor we have a problem.” nurse shouted. Skyme went and examined him. Mason watched over
“Is it the same thing which I fear it is?” Inquired Mason
HOM summoned a meeting of the doctors. It was deduced that the main cause might be lying in the bacteria. The main task was to save the liver and cure the infection in the pancreas.Time was running out!
Mason stood up. “I shall take over this case. I have just the right medicine to save my son”
Skyme knew what he was talking about “Don’t be in such a rush, Mason. Your drug isn’t FDA approved, you can get Jack killed. It hasn’t been tried and tested. We still have 15 hours; we will come up with something”
“I exercise my right of a parent and consent to the testing of this drug; it is to save my son”
“No, you are an able doctor but we can’t allow non approved drug to be tested not atleast in this hospital”
Mason showed the results of this drug on the lab rats and managed to convince the HOM. Skyme however was not convinced. “The salt details looks fine but still Mason give me some time.”
“I can’t Skyme, I can’t”
“Fine then, you shall be answerable for all the consequences then after”
“It is not the first time you have told me that, Mechanist!” a smile danced over his sullen tensed face.
The procedures were made ready. Jack was made ready for the surgery. 30mg of Masonofom was to be injected in his heart which shall rejuvenate the immune system and reinstate the kidney. It shall then be combined with Rho G and Victroza followed by Furosemide.
“Dad, will I be alright? You promise”
“Ye son you will be”
The procedures were completed. It was a successful surgery. The immune system was working fine and kidneys were beginning to improve. No decisive results came on Liver but it was improving after all Jack was feeling better. Until
“Dad” Jack howled “I can’t breathe. Too much pain”
“His heart rate is dropping, AV blockade. Atropine now! Morphine 20mg stat!”
“Dad, you were lying? “ Sudden calmness resonated in his voice amidst a terrible pain.
“I am sorry son”
21 March 2004
“Sir HOM is asking for you”
With a shudder he travelled 17 years.
“Skyme, we have this unusual case, the kidneys aren’t able to produce urine, there is chest pain, tox screen is clear, spiking fever for a week, no response to aspirin”
With a sudden sense of realization he rushed to the ward, he checked the eyes of the boy.
“This case is strikingly similar to the one we encountered 17 years ago. Convene a meeting; we have 19 hours till this infection reaches the heart.”
A group of talented doctors assembled in the emergency room and began a differential, the viral infection was the most sought after suggestion because of the tox screen results but the symptoms were not conducive to it. Meeting went on for 4 hours without any systematic diagnosis. Viral infection was the most agreed upon option but there wasn’t any specific cure of it. With patient not responding to salicylic drug, chances were few. The option of increasing the dosage was also ruled out as aspirin was dangerous to the heart. In the meanwhile, kidneys were shut off and the boy lost his eyesight.
The time frame was now reduced to 12 hours and response team was stressed.
Skyme once gained joined the meeting.
“We must call the scientist!” Skyme suggested
“No we must not” replied HOM in an unusual blend of calmness and irk.
“What do you expect us to do? Sit like useless. This 12 year boy is fighting for his life. I know last time we failed but this time we don’t have any option. I know him, how passionate he is about medicine. Let’s call him and ask him whether he can treat this kid or not.”
All the inquisitive glances now fell on HOM. He had been gullible before but this time the stakes are higher.
“How will you call him, he is not available on phone, no one knows where he lives, we just don’t have time!”
“I know precisely where he shall be found, till then treat the kid with heparin and warfarin for his lungs. This disease goes through lungs. It may buy us few hours at least”
The rain has chosen the right moment to fall as Skyme made his way towards the city graveyard. His hazy sight noted a man who had given up on the life and seemingly inspecting the place where he shall lie when he sleeps forever. It was him, The Scientist!
Mason was standing in front of a grave and was reading something from a yellowish crumpled piece of paper. Skyme went in closer to listen. It was an apology letter. It was Jacks grave.
“It’s been a while, Scientist.” Skyme greeted
“No one calls me by that name anymore. I left everything for good. My kid died because of me, his words “You lied” keeps on reverberating in my ears. I am sorry; I am of no use right now”
“Well, it was indeed your fault and you are not god. I don’t think apologizing to your dead son will help when you just can’t forgive yourself. I am here to give you an opportunity of redemption. Come with me and save a life. Your actions will speak louder than words”
Uncertainty loomed around and dissolved in the raindrops.
Skyme returned to the hospital where HOM and his team waited for Mason rather anxiously. They were losing time and Mason was the only hope.
“I am not alone, here is the Scientist”
“It’s been a while over here, call me Mason, I have to redeem my title once again. How much time do we have? Let me have the file”
“Can you treat him Mason?” asked HOM
“I don’t know, but I haven’t been sitting idle for 15 years”
The procedure was established for the operation. Mason picked up his usual attire and Masonofom was injected into the lungs. All the standard procedures were completed.
“We have a problem here” shouted nurse. The heartbeat dropped drastically along with the blood pressure. Mason asked for Roxanol and Morphine for the chest pain and heart rate. The patient was far from stable!
“Now we have to wait, if this fever goes down, the heart rate will stabilize and we will succeed.” Mason informed the parents. They needed god to be on their side.
Skyme was a complete atheist but for first time in his life he hoped for a miracle.
Mason ordered for 200 icepacks to be placed on the bed of the patient. It was of no use……
“Doctor,” the nurse exclaimed “the fever is reducing, the fever is reducing. It’s working!” Skyme and his team took a sigh of relief. Skyme ran toward him hugged him tightly. He couldn’t believe on this manifestation of a miracle.
24 March 2004
“Hi kid, I am Dr Mason, how are you feeling?”
“I am feeling good doctor, thank you for treating me’
“No need to thank me kid. You know my son was of your age when he became angry with me and ran away. I don’t know if he had forgiven me”
“Doctor, did you apologise?”
“Then he must have forgiven you” replied the kid and descended into a peaceful sleep.
“Well that was some emotional conversation you had there?” Mason joined him in the care unit room.
“Yes, indeed, you were right. An apology won’t right the wrong. I would like to thank you and HOM for giving me the chance of redemption. I need to catch up on lot of things”
“Tell me” Skyme asked “What was wrong last time? What were you sorry about?”
“I wanted to test my medicine, all those records were fraudulent. I administered high dosage of Rho G on my son, everything was wrong. Maybe it shall stay the same for eternity but I have to move on. There was a bacterium which fools the antibodies by taking up their shape and systematically destroys all the organs.”
It was raining. Mason dialed a number and the answering machine answered.
“Hello Susan it’s me. Well it’s been 15 years and I want to apologise. I know that won’t make things right but its good for a start isnt it? I am willing to do everything that is needed to be with you once again. I have suffered a lot. Susan, you shall be my love forever but right now I have nothing to offer but an apology and a promise of a lifelong fidelity. Please respond”
He looked up at his phone and took a cab to the Residency hotel where the new HOM was hosting a party.
*HOM- Head of Medicine
*All the Medical information here is fictional