Why I like House

Having followed ER since the first episode of the first season (when Carter was a medical student, and before I was a medical student), I've really gone off it lately. It's become too much of a melodrama and doesn't make you think anymore. An early episode featuring a case of methaemoglobinaemia sticks particularly in my mind. But ER just bores me now.

House MD on the other hand, is a different kettle of fish. It's all about solving the case. It is a fantasy world of medicine, where the crack team flits from specialty to specialty, and have all manner of complex investigations at their disposal. Despite the ostentatiously modern setting (compared to the Victorian hospital building where I work anyway), it is made fundamentally of the same stuff that inspired Conan Doyle to create Sherlock Holmes.

Ever notice that House takes on a disproportionately large number of paediatric cases? That is what attracted me to paediatrics in the first place - the same presentation in a child can imply a much greater number of differrential diagnoses than in an adult. The relationships - whether emotional or genetic - between the child and his parents can heavily influence the course of investigation and the outcome.

The last (and slightly guilty) thing I like about House is that he is often not just blunt, but frankly rude to patients - and gets away with it. I've been sorely tempted so many times (but obviously always think better of it), that it's such a relief even to watch a fictional doctor do it on screen. I particularly like his approach to the vaccine-refusing parent (season 1 episode 2) - it's a situation I've been in many times (and may I add that the scenario in the show is very realistic), and I've often had to suppress an urge to respond in the manner House does!

who turned the gravity up?

am post-nights again. typing this is tiring my fingers out - literally - and my head keeps lolling back into the sofa. It's hard to describe post-nights tiredness. It's a bit like being severely jet-lagged, plus having run several miles when out of physical condition, plus gravity having been turned up to 3 or 4Gs while you weren't paying attention, and the air turning to treacle. The worst bit is you have to resist sleeping, because you need to work the next morning, so you need to sleep at night, not during the day. That's why I always seem to end up blogging post-nights - and even that feels like physical exertion. Well that, and also that Stuff tends to happen at night. Any parent of a small child will vouch that sick children seem to become feverish more often at night.

*Lucy is 10 year old girl with mild asthma who had come into hospital for the removal of a small omental cyst. At 9pm, she became suddenly short of breath. The immediate thought was that something had triggered her asthma, so we put her on nebulisers. She was sweaty and pale, barely able to prop herself up. She was breathing rapidly, her upper chest drawing in a couple of inches with every breath. This was visible under her clothes, and her torso made an odd rocking movement, as she was splinting the lower half of her chest - possibly from the post-operative pain, but also possibly from pneumonia, a diagnosis suggested by her high fever. Beneath the oxygen mask she wore an expression of pure terror. Worried she might be tiring, I did a capillary blood gas - it showed she was holding up for the moment. We took blood cultures, started antibiotics and got her transferred to the high dependency unit. A chest xray confirmed our suspicions. (She was much better 24 hours later.)

hardly a case worthy of House, I suppose. But more on that next time....

A quick turnaround

I arrived for Thursday's night shift already exhausted from staying up late the night before and then not sleeping during the day. I'd been spending that time usefully, of course - completing my online job application form.

Halfway through the handover, my bleep crackled to life. I waited for it to say "good evening..." - when they say 'good evening' you can relax because it means it's the nightly test call. But instead, it deadpanned: "you have been fast bleeped to A&E". My registrar and I jumped to our feet and ran down the 4 flights of stairs and the long corridor connecting the Mess to the back door of Children's A&E.

In the resuscitation bay was *Brandon, a 2 year old boy, lying stiff and unresponsive with his eyes deviated to one side. The A&E nurse was giving him some oxygen with a facemask. His mother had driven him to hospital after waiting half an hour for an ambulance that had failed to turn up. He was either having a fit, or had just had one. For the moment, he was breathing on his own. He looked pale and was cold round the edges, but had a good heart rate. Someone had already inserted a cannula. His mother sat at the foot of the trolley, looking appropriately anxious.

She said they had been at a motor show, and she'd bought him a hot chocolate. He appeared to choke on it, started coughing and spluttering and then went all stiff. She called an ambulance immediately, but was told they were 'busy'. After 30 minutes, when they hadn't arrived and her son hadn't come round, she decided to take things into her own hands, piling her 6 year old and 2 year old in the back seat and driving as quickly as she could to our hospital, where the boy had been admitted only 2 weeks before with a febrile convulsion.

My registrar thought he might still be fitting, so gave him some lorazepam. Meanwhile I took over at the head of the trolley, anticipating that his breathing might become erratic once the drug kicked in. Meanwhile, the blood gas result came back, showing that he was retaining carbon dioxide. His muscles relaxed a little and he blinked. But at the same time, his breathing slowed, and then stopped. I bagged him, while one of the nurses crash called the anaesthetist. Unfortunately, because I don't usually get to do it, I'm not very good at bagging and ended up giving him quite a lot of air in the stomach as well as the lungs. Luckily he started to come round and fought off the mask. His saturations improved. Then he became sleepy again, though he remained pink.

We decided to get him in the CT scanner while he was subdued, to check for a mass lesion or bleeding in the brain. To cover the possibility of meningitis/encephalitis, he was to be started on ceftriaxone, erythromycin and acyclovir. The scan was normal, and so were the blood test results that had come back so far. The chest x-ray was clear. At this point I was called away to see another patient in A&E - a 1 year-old with bleeding gums. Overnight, Brandon went on to have a lumbar puncture, and then a fluid bolus because he hadn't produced any urine for several hours. He was admitted to the high dependency unit.

The next morning, he looked like a completely different child. When we came to his bed, he greeted us with a smile and excited baby chatter, which turned to frustration as he tried to pick up his toast, but failed because both his hands were in bandages - he had had a cannula inserted into each hand in A&E the night before. He looked so well that the consultant stopped the antibiotics and sent him home with an appointment for an outpatient EEG.