Warning: These stories are not for the faint of heart
24 year old male walks into the ER with complaints of flu-like symptoms for the past 3 days. He had decided to come in that day because he started to develop a “rash” throughout his body that he was unfamiliar with. Sadly this rash was actually the result of a failed battle with bacterial meningitis, causing him to bleed internally and externally.
By the time we got him back into the ER, he started crying blood and the terror in his eyes was palpable. He went downhill fast. His lucidity diminished with his blood pressure and the last thing he said was something about his mother that we could not make out. You could see his consciousness fade from his eyes as we started compressions. At first we could still keep his oxygen levels up with mechanical ventilation, defibrillation, and drugs, but blood was filling his airways faster than it could be suctioned out. He was bleeding to fast for any medications or fluids to keep his blood pressure up.
He died soaked in blood and nearly unrecognizable due to his now almost uniformly purple skin and swollen face. We later found out that he was studying neurobiology, had a devoted girlfriend, a large family, and many friends. He was an athlete who lived healthy. He had beautiful curly hair. This made the death tragic in a way that you just don’t experience when a 80+ year old dies. (wolfbriar)
The very last patient I saw in my internship came in with a cyst in her pubic area. I think to myself “Ok, seen plenty of these.. No big deal.” I walk in to find a cyst the size of a jawbreaker. It was purple and practically had a face. We had to lance it, so we needed to give local anesthetic.
When the syringe touched the cyst, the whole thing blew open with pus. The smell in the room was terrible. Upon pushing on it further, the cyst made a sound as it released more pus. It sounded like basketball shoes on a freshly waxed floor. The core of the cyst was about the size of a dime. Love this kind of stuff and considering going into dermatology. (emilydean)
Having a Blast
A guy was drunk, fighting with his girlfriend, and decides to light up some M-80s and throw them at her. Well, he waits too long after lighting one and ends up blowing off his hand. He’s brought to the ED, completely drunk and having lost a lot of blood. We stabilize him and take him to the OR.
While the hand surgeons are cleaning off his stump of a hand, me and the surgery resident are fixing all his chest wounds. One of the hand surgeons says, “Wow this is a mess. Did anyone at the scene find his thumb?” No one knows. We continue examining, cleaning and suturing his wounds, and lo and behold, buried in a deep wound in his upper abdomen is two-thirds of the guy’s thumb. If he hadn’t been so fat, his thumb would’ve likely entered his peritoneum. (doctorsquared)