When I met her again, she looked completely different. The medicine team called because her blood pressures were sagging, she had a rampant infection, and her mental status was getting worse and worse. When I saw her, I knew. She no longer fought with the nurses. She no longer argued with me. That part of her which was so strong on admission - her will and mental stamina - had given out. I knew she wasn't going to make it. An hour later, she had a cardiac arrest with asystole. Although we regained spontaneous circulation, we soon made her comfort care afterwards.
Occasionally, I see a patient like Ms. A, and even without looking at labs or imaging or the chart, I know what will happen. It is a strange intuition to pick up in medicine, a sort of insight that seems to skirt past scientific explanation, a feeling that settles in the back of the mind and aches until I pay attention to it. I always hope I'm wrong, but most of the time, it happens to be true.
No comments:
Post a Comment