Tonight at 6pm on Chattanooga’s WRCB Channel 3, I’ll be talking about recent Boston events and growing up in the fantastic town of Chattanooga, TN!
I’ll post the actual link once it has aired.
Last week, I spoke with FoxNews Boston about the stories of the first responders at the Boston Marathon Bombings. Almost every responder with whom I spoke said that they fully expected a 3rd bomb to go off–possibly right where they were working–yet they stayed at their posts, and fought for the lives of others. They were the heroes that day, as is every patient that is struggling to heal.
To Watch the clip, click HERE: E.R. physician reflects on first responders and medical community in wake of bombings.
There are numerous resources for the victims of that tragedy, and I wanted to share some of them:
- Boston One Fund–click HERE to donate
- SkinCare Physicians of Chestnut Hill is offering free services for scar care or revision to anyone injured during the bombing. Click Boston-Marathon-Project-Heal-PR-4-23-2013-FINAL to find information on this program.
- Starkey Hearing Foundation is offering free assistance to anyone suffering hearing loss or ear ringing as a result of the explosion. Call 866-354-3254 or email firstname.lastname@example.org for information
In light of last week’s events, there was so much to do, and at times, so little that could be said to understand what happened. So, this week, I wanted to share with you a poignant piece by Atul Gawande in The New Yorker (read below, or link to it HERE).
For those who would like to donate to the victims, visit OneFundBoston
WHY BOSTON’S HOSPITALS WERE READY
The bombs at the Boston Marathon were designed to maim and kill, and they did. Three people died within the first moments of the blast. More than a hundred and seventy people were injured. They had their limbs blown off, vital arteries severed, bones fractured, flesh torn open by shrapnel or scorched by the blasts’ heat. Yet it now appears that every one of the wounded alive when rescuers reached them will survive.
Medically speaking, this is no small accomplishment. We’ve seen bombs like this in the battlefields of the Middle East, but rarely in cities like Boston. In the past century of wartime conflict, explosive devices have escalated to become the predominant cause of military casualties. Among American personnel wounded in our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, they have accounted for three-quarters of injuries; gunshot wounds for just twenty per cent. It has been an historic accomplishment for military medical units to bring case-fatality rates from such injuries down from twenty-five per cent in previous conflicts to ten per cent today. And according to data from the Israeli National Trauma Registry, explosives used in terror attacks have tended to be three times deadlier than those used in war—because civilians don’t have armor, because victims span a wider range of age and health, and because preparedness tends to be less systematic. Nonetheless, in Boston, they survived.
How did this happen? Something more significant occurred than professionals merely adhering to smart policies and procedures. What we saw unfold was the cultural legacy of the September 11th attacks and all that has followed in the decade-plus since. We are not innocents anymore.
The explosions took place at 2:50 P.M., twelve seconds apart. Medical personnel manning the runners’ first-aid tent swiftly converted it into a mass-casualty triage unit. Emergency medical teams mobilized en masse from around the city, resuscitated the injured, and somehow dispersed them to eight different hospitals in minutes, despite chaos and snarled traffic.
My hospital, the Brigham and Women’s Hospital, received thirty-one victims, twenty-eight of them with significant injuries. Seven arrived nearly at once, starting at 3:08 P.M. All required emergency surgery. The first to go to surgery—a patient in shock, hemorrhaging profusely, with inadequate breathing and a near-completely severed leg—was resuscitated and on an operating table by 3:25 P.M., just thirty-five minutes after the blast. The rest followed, one after the other, spaced by just minutes. Twelve patients in all would undergo surgery—mostly vascular and orthopedic procedures—before the evening was done.
This kind of orchestration happened all across the city. Massachusetts General Hospital also received thirty-one victims—at least four of whom required amputations. Boston Medical Center received twenty-three victims. Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center handled twenty-one. Boston Children’s Hospital took in ten children, ages two to twelve. Tufts Medical Center and St. Elizabeth’s Medical Center each treated eighteen victims. One emergency physician told me he’d never heard so many ambulance sirens before in his life.
There’s a way such events are supposed to work. Each hospital has an incident commander who coördinates the clearing of emergency bays and hospital beds to open capacity, the mobilization of clinical staff and medical equipment for treatment, and communication with the city’s emergency command center. At my hospital, Stanley Ashley, a general surgeon and our chief medical officer, was that person. I talked to him after the event—I had been out of the city at the time of the explosions—and he told me that no sooner had he set up his command post and begun making phone calls then the first wave of victims arrived. Everything happened too fast for any ritualized plan to accommodate.
So what did you do, I asked him.
“I mostly let people do their jobs,” he said. He never needed to call anyone. Around a hundred nurses, doctors, X-ray staff, transport staff, you name it showed up as soon as they heard the news. They wanted to help, and they knew how. As one colleague put it, they did on a large scale what they knew how to do on a small scale. They broke up into teams of six or so people, one trauma team for each patient. A senior nurse and physician stood at the door to the ambulance bay triaging the patients going to the teams. The operating-room director handled triage to, and communication with, the operating rooms. Another staff member saw the need for a traffic cop and began shooing extra clinicians into the waiting room, where they could stand by to be called upon.
Richard Wolfe, the chief of the emergency department at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, told me he had much the same experience there. Of twenty-one casualties, seventeen were serious and seven required emergency surgery. One patient came in with both legs almost completely amputated already. Another’s leg was too mangled to save. Numerous victims had open, bleeding wounds, with shrapnel and shards of fractured bone. One had a lung injury from the blast. Another was burned on over thirty per cent of the body. One had to have an eye removed. Wolfe arrived in the emergency department expecting to take charge of assigning everyone responsibilities.
“But everybody spontaneously knew the dance moves,” he said. He didn’t have to tell people much of what to do at all.
I spoke to Deb Mulloy, the nurse in charge of our operating rooms that afternoon, and a few of the other nursing leaders to find out how they knew the dance moves. Mulloy began mobilizing as soon as she saw the news flash onto a television screen. Others learned through Twitter, text messages, smartphone news apps. They all began to act before the alarm had been sounded.
“We just knew this was real,” Mulloy said, “and a lot of people could be hurt.”
Change of nursing shift is at three o’clock. So she immediately notified the day shift to stay on. No one wanted to leave, anyway. This doubled the available staff.
The nurses put all scheduled surgery on hold and began readying eight rooms. They ordered equipment trays for vascular and orthopedic procedures to be brought up from stock supply. They called an orthopedics-manufacturer representative for extra hardware to be mobilized. They got in touch with the blood bank, which was already securing blood from other states. They communicated with other operating rooms around the city to make sure they had enough supplies of equipment, too.
How did they know to get eight rooms ready, I asked. And how did they know to get them ready for vascular and orthopedic procedures? “Did someone tell you?”
“No,” said Brenda McKonly, one of the senior nurse leaders. She just saw the descriptions of the explosion like everyone else, made a surmise about the injuries, and recognized that they needed to get as many rooms ready as they could. To be on the safe side, the staff also got equipment for one room to be ready for a neurosurgical injury and another for a thoracic injury. But as word filtered down from the emergency department, it became clear that their original surmise was correct. All eight rooms would be required, and nearly all the cases involved vascular and orthopedic injuries.
Talking to people about that day, I was struck by how ready and almost rehearsed they were for this event. A decade earlier, nothing approaching their level of collaboration and efficiency would have occurred. We have, as one colleague put it to me, replaced our pre-9/11 naïveté with post-9/11 sobriety. Where before we’d have been struck dumb with shock about such events, now we are almost calculating about them. When ball bearings and nails were found in the wounds of the victims, everyone understood the bombs had been packed with them as projectiles. At every hospital, clinicians considered the possibility of chemical or radiation contamination, a second wave of attacks, or a direct attack on a hospital. Even nonmedical friends e-mailed and texted me to warn people about secondary and tertiary explosive devices aimed at responders. Everyone’s imaginations have come to encompass these once unimaginable events.
Hence the grim efficiency with which the city responded. Organizers halted the race. Runners who’d trained for weeks for the event turned away from the finish line in bewildered but stoic acceptance. The press, for the most part, rightly hesitated to amplify unsubstantiated claims about the identity of the perpetrators.
Risks of further attack required assessment. Panic had to be averted. Criminal evidence had to be secured. And above all, victims needed to be saved.
What prepared us? Ten years of war have brought details of attacks like these to our towns through news, images, and the soldiers who saw and encountered them. Almost every hospital has a surgeon or nurse or medic with battlefield experience, sometimes several. Many also had trauma personnel who deployed to Haiti after the earthquake, Banda Aceh after the tsunami, and elsewhere. Disaster response has become an area of wide interest and study. Cities and towns have conducted disaster drills, including one in Boston I was involved in that played out the scenario of a dirty-bomb explosion at Logan Airport on an airliner from France. The Massachusetts General Hospital brought in Israeli physicians to help revamp their disaster-response planning. Richard Wolfe at the Beth Israel Deaconess recalled an emergency physician’s presentation of the medical response required after the Aurora, Colorado, movie-theatre shooting of seventy people last summer. From 9/11 to Newtown, we’ve all watched with not only horror but also grave attention the myriad ways in which the sociopathy of killers has combined with the technology of inflicting mass casualty.
We’ve learned, and we’ve absorbed. This is not cause for either celebration or satisfaction. That we have come to this state of existence is a great sadness. But it is our great fortune.
Last year, after the Aurora shooting, Ron Walls, the chief of emergency medicine at my hospital, gave a lecture titled “Are We Ready?”
In Boston, it turns out we all were.
Photograph, of a patient being transported to an ambulance at Copley Square, by John Blanding/The Boston Globe/Getty.
Well, of course you’re never PREPARED, in the “penciled in my calendar” kind of way. But you CAN be ready. Do it now, because this is the information you’ll want at-hand in an emergency.
So I’ve created a new page, called “Going to the ER”.
In it, you’ll find:
Your Child’s ER Checklist (each of which have forms that you can print out and fill in)
Use this page as your own personal resource to be ready.
Be proactive. Because you never know when you’ll need it, and by then, there’s no time to plan.
You may have read the headlines about the new-found terrors of leafy vegetables–“Leafy Vegetables a Major Source of Food-Borne Illness”…. “Leafy Vegetables Often Cause Food Poisoning”…. “Leafy Vegetable Violent Crime on the Rise”…
Ok, forget about that last one–I read it in the checkout aisle at the grocery store.
But really, many of these are exaggerations, and I dont want you to be concerned about your veggies! These headlines are referring to a recent study released by the CDC on Food-borne illness (Of note: I’m not saying that the CDC sensationalized the topic–that was done by the lay press, and I’m just clarifying what the CDC actually said for you).
So, before you put down that apple and pick up a muffin in the name of Health (I know, party pooper, right?), read below for a more clear explanation of what the CDC report ACTUALLY said (and why I think that the leafies are getting a bum rap).
- The CDC DID say that more illnesses were attributable to leafy green vegetables than any other food type, but if you look at the actual statistics, leafy green vegetables and dairy overlap, and they also noted that leafies are in many other foods (from your salad to your burger to your burrito), so may be accounted for more heavily.
- Leafies are not lethal: Leafy greens may have caused illness, but they are NOT the leading cause of hospitalizations for food-borne illnesses (that would be dairy), and they’re WAY down on the list for the causes of deaths (beaten out by #1 poultry, #2 dairy, #3 vine-stalk vegetables, #4 fruits and nuts).
- Or you could just be attacked by a shark: According to the CDC, 0.000025% of the US population dies annually from illnesses borne by leafy greens. That’s only marginally more common than being attacked by a shark–and far lower than the heart and weight-healthy benefits that they provide.
- The majority of illnesses caused by leafy green vegetables are caused by Norovirus, a disease that is transmitted from one human to another (hence, the person preparing the food). While we can’t always control what happens outside our home (though the CDC is calling for more of this for dairy and leafy greens), you CAN be hyper-vigilant at home to protect yourself and your loved ones.
To keep the fruits and veggies that you prepare at your home safe, follow these guidelines (you can find more at FoodSafety.gov)
- Wash small “piece” fruits such as berries and grapes under cold running water in a colander. I like to soak them first, the pour through the colander.
- Scrub firmer produce with your hands under running water (apples, tomatoes)
- Peel and toss outer leaves of leafy veggies (spinach, lettuce)
- Always WASH the fruit/vegetable before you cut it—otherwise, whatever was on the rind will be dragged through the clean portion with each slice of your knife
- Cut off and discard any tears in the skin or bruises—that little indentation/torn area on your apple peel is a PERFECT entry for bacteria, so use your knife to cut around it
- Did you get distracted by “The Bachelor” (it’s ok, I wont tell) episode and leave out the cut fruit you just made? Small amounts of bacteria that would otherwise be harmless can THRIVE in the warm, non-refrigerated environment, so if you’re not eating it, put it back in the fridge!
So, happy eating! As always, please let me know if you have any comments or questions!