Should I Stay Or Should I Go? An emergency physician as an emergency patient… again.

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That’s the question I faced yesterday as I pondered whether I was sick enough to go to the emergency department for care. Yes, me. The emergency physician. You’d think such questions would be fairly easy, but they are far from such.

I’m sure people outside of my profession find themselves in similar conundrums when deciding whether or not they should seek care emergently or just wait to see if their illness is self-limited, as most are. Self limited means it’s going to get better on its own, so, basically, suck it up cupcake.

But, for those of us who work in the ED, actually venturing through the sliding glass doors as a patient is a little more complicated. We don’t try to make it that way, it just is. As providers, we see all those people who come in for our care in search of some magic therapy that will cure all their ills. As we assess them, our primary goal is to just make sure the afflicted soul doesn’t have some life-threatening malady. In addition, we try to offer them some symptomatic relief, most of which could be attained to a similar degree with over-the-counter medication and some bedrest.

Now, the last time I did a post about my own experience in the patient bed (Wearing the patient gown), I had gone to the hospital for chest pain and EKG changes. That was rather straightforward. No pondering needed.

Yesterday, however, my two days of a summer cold took a rather abrupt change. Driving 2 hours to take the minions to the Children’s Museum, I started off just a bit achy, thought my cold was just getting worse, but nothing bad enough to cancel the trip. Right around noon, I had some increase in the muscle aches (we call that myalgias), and felt like I was starting to run a fever. Also, not the end of the world. We stopped for some Tylenol and ibuprofen to treat the fever and the pain. Even with these wonder drugs, I actually had to leave the museum to lay down in the car while my emergency nurse fiancée weaved the children through dinosaurs and train displays. Still, going to the ED was not on my radar.

As we drove home, my thoughts shifted from, “Wow, I don’t feel well,” to “I bet this is what death feels like…”

I watched my heart rate hover in the 130s on my Apple Watch (yes, I’m an early adopter), even after my fever broke. At home, I laid down, my heart rate still in the 120s, then up to 148 if I stood up. Now, those vital sign changes can occur with fluid loss, such as working out in the heat, or vomiting and diarrhea, but I had none of those insults to my body. My respiratory rate was 22, which is also a bit elevated.

I provide you with all this background to say this. I have an entirely new respect for this entity known as SIRS (Systemic Inflammatory Response Syndrome). SIRS plus a source of infection is sepsis, which essentially means your body is really reacting to whatever infection it’s battling. Since one of my goals is to educate the public, I’ll teach you what the SIRS criteria are. You need 2 of these plus a source of infection to qualify as sepsis. Heart rate > 90, respiratory rate > 20, temperature > 100.4, white blood cell count > 12,000 or < 4,000.

Yet, despite all I know, my abnormal vital signs, and feeling like I had just been pummeled by Tito Ortiz in the octagon, I still debated whether or not I should go to the ED. Riding to the hospital, I wondered if I were overreacting. In the end, it was my rapid heart rate and my belief that some intravenous fluids would help me feel better that convinced me to enter under the sign titled: EMERGENCY.

Once inside, my heart rate did not magically improve (that was honestly my concern, because then I would have been declared a fraud!). My initial labs showed a white blood cell count of 25,000. Most of these were neutrophils, the subset of white blood cells that crank up in the presence of bacterial infection. While my x-ray was negative, my CT scan showed a pneumonia. Yes! I told you I was sick! So, pneumonia was my “source” of infection. That, coupled with my SIRS criteria, meant I had sepsis.

Two liters of iv fluids and some iv antibiotics later, I was on my way home. Did I feel better? Only ever so slightly that I was willing to rescind my DNR status (I’m joking). Actually, my fever and chills came back as I returned home, and I felt like death again. But, at least this time I had a diagnosis, and not a sissy diagnosis, either. Full-fledged pneumonia. Can you tell I revel in being validated as a “legit” patient? I woke up today markedly better.

There is a point to this story. Basically, when you feel so terrible, worse than you ever have, it’s probably time to be evaluated, even if you have the initials “MD” after your last name. Our bodies are remarkable at screaming at us when something is wrong. We just have to listen. What I had was early sepsis, something that is fairly easily treatable. But, without the fluid and the antibiotics, this would have progressed to severe sepsis or even septic shock. I’m convinced if I had not sought care from a colleague last night, I would have worsened to the point that I would be in the ICU today being treated for severe sepsis rather than sharing my good fortune with you.

What experiences have you had that left you with the thought you were glad you went to the hospital when you did?

5 thoughts on “Should I Stay Or Should I Go? An emergency physician as an emergency patient… again.

  1. Great insight, as usual, my erudite brother…love reading your prose, and happy you are tapping away on a keyboard and not intubated in the ICU!

  2. Curious, what antibiotics did you get in the ER and taking at home? Did you suggest the med or accept what the provider ordered?

    It’s hard as a physician to disengage and allow someone else to use their skill on you or a family member.

    Glad you’re on the mend.

  3. Rocephin in the ED, home on Levaquin. I just accepted the treatment. The only time I became a doctor was asking for a lactate to be run, since I was being discharged. It was 1.2, so I felt better about going home.

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