I survived my first trauma surgery call. It was crazy! Lots of MVAs/auto vs. pedestrian/auto vs. bike, a guy whose hand was shot off, a person with bilateral lower extremity cellulitis (complete with tons of maggots), a kid who fell from a zipline and cracked his skull open, and of course the obligatory drunken trauma patients. None of the trauma cases that presented to the ER required emergent surgery, which allowed my team to catch up on surgeries for our floor patients in between traumas. (Well, actually, I take that back --- the guy who lost his hand needed surgery, but it was a plastics case.)
Harbor-UCLA doesn't have a general surgery department, so routine cases like appendectomies and cholecystectomies are the responsibility of the trauma surgery teams. We did a lap chole, an inguinal hernia repair, and an abdominal abscess I and D last night. When I say "we," I mean "they" --- my team. Since I was the intern on call for all of the trauma teams, I had a ton of floor work to do. And the other teams' patients were really acting up. One had to be transfered to the SICU for pending respiratory failure (RR 46, HR 140). Another patient complained of chest pain at 2 am, which seemed to be gastrointestinal when I examined her (worsened by epigastric palpation), but the EKG suggested a possible ST elevation in the inferior leads and the troponin/CKMB were elevated. And another patient with a stab wound to the left chest (and with a chest tube already in place) started having sudden onset pleuritic chest pain, worse when supine and worse with inspiration ... so pneumothorax vs. pericarditis vs. MI (I know, it's a stretch) had to be ruled out.
Anyway, it was a super long night with absolutely no sleep. I feel kind of gross today (after napping for three hours), but tomorrow is my day off, so hopefully I'll get some rest.

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