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Good Medicine - Residency II

Copyright© 2025 by Michael Loucks

Chapter 28: End of Rant

June 8, 1990, McKinley, Ohio

Late on Friday morning, Mary was deposed by Amanda Temple. I found it amusing that Arthur Braun only attended my depositions, and it felt as if he was going to be a lifelong nemesis.

"How did it go?" I asked when she returned to the ED.

"They really focused on the second bounceback, exactly as you predicted. I handled it the way you suggested — that I could not offer an opinion because I wasn't involved in the evaluation the previous night. They pushed, but Mr. Crowe eventually insisted they move on."

"I think we may need to print ultrasound images out of self-defense when the findings are inconclusive. In fact, I'm going to suggest that to Doctor Wernher in the Monday morning staff meeting."

"I was surprised you didn't object to that!"

"Even more surprising, I'm attending voluntarily!"

"I believe, at this point, Doctor Saunders would say 'You are weird, Petrovich'!"

I laughed, "I'm sure she would. But it's a 'stand up' meeting in the ambulance bay with a ten-minute time limit. That's the kind of meeting I can get behind. Owen encouraged me to attend, but I was going to attend anyway."

"I'm going to grab a walk-in chart."

"OK."

I managed to have lunch with Clarissa, as there was a lull in the ED during her scheduled break.

"You are really enjoying tweaking me through Mary," I observed when we sat down.

"I don't see you enough, so I need to do it via proxy!"

"Why do I have this feeling you're going to team up with my sister-in-law to encourage my daughter to give me a rough time?"

"Because you're smart!" Clarissa declared. "But I don't think Lyuda needs any help."

"I don't think Rachel needs any help!" I chuckled. "I see so much of her mother in her."

"Speaking of mothers, how is Kris doing?"

"A week ago, she said she was feeling like a pregnant elephant!"

"And you find that incredibly sexy, don't you?"

"Of course I do!"

"Ten days or so, right?"

"Yes. I arranged with Owen Roth to start my vacation the day Kris goes into labor. Mary will cover the ED, and there's a good chance she'll be able to do chest tubes, central lines, and pericardiocenteses by then. If not, whichever PGY2 or PGY3 covering the surgical ward will come down."

"That quickly?"

"You know me! I started teaching her day one! I have to ensure she's self-sufficient by the end of August."

"Basically the opposite of Rafiq when you needed him to teach you."

"I'm very glad he's in Michigan and not here."

"Are you and Kris coming out tonight?"

"No. Kris is too tired and uncomfortable. We'll just have a quiet evening at home. Rachel is visiting Abi and staying the night at Abi's house. Milena will bring her to band practice tomorrow, and Anicka will be in her office in case Kris needs to call me."

"It's too bad there is no cellular telephone service here."

I chuckled, "Right, because I'm going to spend a couple grand on a phone and a hundred bucks a month just to make it easier for people to bother me? I already wear an electronic leash!"

Clarissa laughed, "I am SO happy I only have to do that during my on-call week."

"I did tell Kris that if she does need me in an emergency, she should call the Charge Nurse, who'll page me."

"Wise."

We finished our lunch, and I returned to the ED. Later that afternoon, Mary and I attended the M & M Conference with our students. Mary would be paged if there was a surgical consult, but because she was just completing her first week, I'd go with her. She and I sat down next to Clarissa and Shelly Lindsay, and our students sat behind us.

The topic for the day was a missed stroke diagnosis, but I knew from Leland Crowe that Doctor Cutter was going to say something about the leak, which the more I thought about, was someone who thought they were a 'whistleblower' while in reality they were actually a «стукач» (stukach)." ("snitch")

"Doctors, nurses, technicians, and students," Doctor Cutter said. "We have a pressing concern that must be addressed today. As all of you are aware, Morbidity & Mortality Conferences are privileged in the same way attorney-client and doctor-patient conversations are privileged, or, for those of you who are in a church that practices confession, the penitent-clergy relationship.

"That means you DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, reveal anything that is said in these conferences, no matter what, to anyone who is not on staff at the hospital. Not to your spouse, lover, parents, children, friends, therapist, or clergyman. That privilege is intended to ensure we can have frank discussions about cases with poor outcomes, without risking exposure in malpractice suits.

"Someone, and I mean to find out who, leaked information from the M & M Conference that covered the incident where a patient, Mr. Ken Webber, coded in the OR and could not be revived. Someone, possibly in this room right now, disclosed a statement by Doctor McKnight, either directly to the parties to the lawsuit or their attorneys, or to someone who then disclosed it to them.

"That disclosure has put us at a severe disadvantage in defending against the wrongful death lawsuit. It also opens the door for other statements made during that inquest, and others, to be subpoenaed by the plaintiff's attorneys. Mr. Crowe believes we can have those quashed under state law, but there is a risk that, because we broke privilege, we've waived it in this case.

"I know what I'm going to say next will be unpopular, but it has to happen. Each and every attendee of that conference will need to file a statement with a list of everyone they spoke to about the conference and will be interviewed by Leland Crowe. You do not have an option. Failure to comply will result in disciplinary action."

"Witch-hunt, as you predicted," Clarissa said quietly.

I nodded, "It sucks, and I don't like it, but when I spoke to Melody, she said pretty much what Doctor Cutter just said."

"Doctor Mike, Doctor Saunders, do you wish to share?" Doctor Cutter asked sharply.

I stood up.

"Sorry, Doctor Cutter," I said. "I apologize on both our behalves for the lack of respect."

"Take your seat."

I nodded and sat down.

"Smooth," Shelly said sotto voce, while looking forward.

"Every staff member," Doctor Cutter continued, "will find a form in the box on Monday morning. Fill it out, sign it, and return it to your Chief, your Resident, your Charge Nurse, or your supervisor. Failure to turn in a complete and accurate form will subject you to discipline. If you do not remember who you spoke to, you must disclose that on the form."

"Bullshit!" a male voice declared, masked with a cough from a group of doctors to our right.

"Whoever said that should have the courage to stand up and say it to my face and defend his position," Doctor Cutter said. "If our comments here are not held in complete confidence, we will all suffer, and our patients will suffer. I don't like this any more than any of you do, but it is where we find ourselves because someone couldn't keep their goddamned mouth shut! But that's enough. Doctor Baker?"

Tim Baker led the discussion of the missed diagnosis for the stroke victim, which was, when it came right down to it, a question of resources. We couldn't run CAT scans on every patient who showed slight memory loss or confusion, nor could we run one for short-term aphasia in an elderly patient who suffered from the onset of senile dementia. The diagnosis had only become clear when the patient had returned, this time presenting with hemiplegia and muscle weakness of the face.

In the end, the conclusion was that it came down to a judgment call about the use of scarce resources and the criticality of the patient being examined. In this case, the symptoms had mimicked a worsening of the patient's dementia, which meant both the ED and Medicine had missed the diagnosis.

"What do you think?" Mary asked when we left the conference.

"If we had infinite resources and infinite time, we could make more accurate diagnoses, but even if that were true, we'd still miss some because symptoms vary by patient and there are symptom clusters which can point to widely differing diagnoses. Think about this situation and tell me why it was missed."

"Everyone assumed the mild stroke symptoms were simply a worsening of the already diagnosed dementia."

"Correct. Why?"

"Because they had a diagnosis in hand, and everything fit that diagnosis. And according to Neuro, even a CAT scan might not have found the clot from the initial mild stroke."

"Exactly right. I think it sucks, and I wish things were different, but I don't see how we could have done anything differently with the evidence on presentation and the fact we have only one CAT scanner, and it's expensive to use."

"Who did you talk to about the Webber M & M?"

"You, Clarissa, Shelly, and my wife, though I only mentioned we hadn't discovered a smoking gun to my wife. I certainly didn't use the phrase Doctor McKnight used. How about you?"

"Just you and Shelly Lindsay. Do you have any suspects?"

"No, but I suspect it's someone who thinks they're a whistleblower, which would lead me to think a tech or a nurse who doesn't work surgery or emergency medicine. Of course, I could be completely off base, too. I don't think I'm off base in that someone actually snitched, as opposed to thoughtlessly saying something to a friend or whomever."

"Mike?" Ellie called out. "I was just about to page you. Doctor Wernher needs a surgeon in Trauma 2!"

"Al, Molly, let's go!"

"What about me?" Mary asked.

"I'm not sure how many are in the room," I said, hurrying that way. "I'll call you if I can."

I didn't wait for her to respond and went into Trauma 2, followed by my students, where I saw Doctor Wernher, Doctor Lewis, two nurses, and four medical students, precluding me from calling Mary and her students in so she could perform the procedures.

"What do you need, Doctor Wernher?" I asked.

"Kellie Linden, twenty-six; t-bone MVA; crush injuries to the chest; collapsed lung; cardiac tamponade; pulse 110 and thready; BP 80/40; PO₂ 89% on five litres."

"Tamponade first," I declared. "Becky, syringe with cardiac needle and alligator clip with lead to me."

She handed me the syringe, which she'd already prepared, and I saw she had a thoracostomy tray ready as well. I aspirated fluid from Ms. Linden's pericardium, then inserted a chest tube, re-expanding her lung.

"I believe she has a ruptured spleen," Doctor Wernher said.

"Molly, portable ultrasound," I requested.

She left the trauma room and returned a minute later, pushing the cart with the ultrasound. I quickly evaluated the patient.

"Surgical belly," I said. "Al, call upstairs. We need an OR immediately. Doctor Wernher, I'd advise another unit of plasma. Did you type and cross-match?'

"Anne, another unit of plasma," Doctor Wernher said. "Doctor, the patient is O positive."

"They'll be ready in ten minutes," Al called out. "Doctor Aniston wants you to scrub in. Doctor Mary should cover the ED."

"OK. You and Molly will come up with me and scrub in. I'm going to insert a central line because we have time."

I did that, and ten minutes later, Ms. Linden was in the OR, and my students and I were scrubbing in.

"Last vitals?" Doctor Aniston asked, coming into the scrub room.

"Pulse 110 and thready; BP 90/50 after two units; PO₂ 94% on five litres after chest tube; tamponade resolved by pericardiocentesis; free fluid in Morrisons; Doctor Wernher and I agree she has a ruptured spleen, verified by ultrasound."

"Doctor Aniston!" Nurse Melody called out. "The patient is coding!"

We stopped scrubbing and rushed into the room where Nurse Penny and Doctor Hodges, a PGY1, were performing CPR.

"Her BP bottomed out," Doctor Thomas, the anesthesiologist, reported.

We worked for ten minutes, but we couldn't bring her back, and despite giving her two units of blood via the rapid infuser, her pressure never came up. Thora-Seal had shown no significant blood loss from the pleural cavity, which meant the blood loss had to be in the abdomen.

"Likely abdominal aortic rupture," I speculated, once Doctor Aniston had called time of death. "But it could have been some other great vessel. McKnight will let us know. My students and I will go back to the ED."

"Thanks, Mike."

Al, Molly, and I left the OR.

"Doctor Mike?" Molly inquired. "Can I ask a question?"

"Never hesitate to ask a question! If it's a questionable situation, ask me to step out of a treatment room. One day, your question might save a life."

"Sorry."

"There's no need to apologize! You're a Third Year on your first clinical rotation. You're learning how to learn. What's your question?"

"Why didn't you try an emergency laparotomy to find the cause of the blood loss?"

"Please accept this in the way I mean it, but are you asking because of M✶A✶S✶H or St. Elsewhere?"

"Yes."

"Compare what you saw in the ED and surgery during your Preceptorship with those TV dramas and tell me what you observed."

She considered for a moment.

"I thought M✶A✶S✶H was supposed to be reasonably accurate, I mean, minus the goofiness. I'm sure St. Elsewhere was purposefully over the top."

"Most TV dramas are. Take Emergency — most runs by our paramedics are routine and boring. How well would that play in episodic TV?"

"It obviously wouldn't. So they make it seem as if every run is dramatic or over-the-top."

"Yes. And, in some ways, M✶A✶S✶H was accurate, but in other ways, not so much. Probably the main contribution of MASH units was to pioneer vascular surgery and the use of helicopter transport. But think about what you didn't see?"

Molly was quiet for a moment, then shook her head.

"I'm not sure," she said.

"Al, any idea?"

"No."

"Monitors," I replied. "We don't know the actual condition of any patient they saved unless someone took the time to take a manual BP or check their pulse. Molly, what did we see when we went into the OR?"

"No BP and asystole on the EKG."

"And what happened when we rapidly infused two units and performed CPR and administered epinephrine?"

"Nothing."

"All things being equal, would opening her up have made any difference at all?"

"I guess not."

"Al?"

"It would have resulted in about five litres of blood on the floor, but otherwise, no."

"And the lesson?"

"You can't save them all," Al said. "If she had a ruptured abdominal aorta or iliac artery, the top vascular surgeon in the world couldn't do anything because she had no blood volume, thus no circulation. That leads to irreversible brain damage within minutes. I speculate cause of death as hypovolemia due to rupture of a major abdominal vessel, as you suggested was the case."

"And we can follow up with Doctor McKnight to find out if we're right, but generally speaking, unless there are special circumstances, we acknowledge the death and move on."

"How do you do that?"

"It's a mix of strategies, but to paraphrase my mentor – if the first one doesn't affect you deeply, you aren't human; if the tenth one does, you aren't cut out for emergency medicine."

"That seems cold," Molly protested.

I nodded, "I realize. But as Al correctly observed, we can't save every patient, and as I've observed, if we weren't here, more people would die. If you remember that — people live because we are here, and would die without us being here, you'll have the philosophical and spiritual basis to deal with it. If not, choose to be a GP or pediatrician, where you won't witness many, if any, patients die."

"OB/GYN?" she asked.

"Molly..." Al said before I could respond.

"Oh, crap!" she exclaimed. "Sorry, Doctor Mike."

"It's OK. And I'll say there is far more joy in OB/GYN than there is tragedy, but you can't escape the fact that some babies and some mothers will die, sometimes both at the same time. In one sense, I was fortunate that Rachel was born healthy, when it could have gone terribly wrong at any point during Elizaveta's pregnancy."

"How do you do it?"

I shrugged, "You just do. There is no magic answer."

"Mike," Ellie called out when we walked into the ED. "Doctor Wernher would like to see you before you go home. He's in his office."

I acknowledged her, went to Doctor Wernher's office, and stood in the doorway.

"You asked to see me, Doctor?"

"Yes, come in, shut the door, and grab a seat."

I did as he asked.

"First, I take it from your quick return you lost her?"

"Coded on the table before we could scrub. Hypovolemia, likely due to an abdominal aortic rupture. Two units, epi, and CPR couldn't bring her back."

"She was in bad shape. They need to fix that intersection."

"We've been saying that for years. Fireman-Paramedic Murphy jested that they should just park a squad there and wait for the inevitable accident. He's not far off the truth."

"Doctor Anderson is convening a review board for Paul Lincoln. Doctor Lincoln listed you as one of his two choices for Residents on the panel. Are you willing to serve?"

The fiasco that had been the Spiritual Court popped into my head, and I couldn't shake the feeling it gave me of a rigged tribunal.

"Personal experience unrelated to the practice of medicine requires me to ask this question — is the outcome a foregone conclusion?"

 
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