Man, it's been a crazy few days. Getting called into the OR in the middle of the night, people tanking on me, etc.
One of my gals is a sick lady in the ICU. Lots of problems, pancreatic cancer s/p whipple procedure, septic shock on pressors, with multisystem organ failure. Basically a lot of badness. As colorectal, we've been getting a lot of pressure to take out the colon because the CT scan looked funny and there was some concern that the bowel might be dead vs infected, causing our lady to be sick. We tried to do a colonoscopy, she got perforated and started leaking ascitic fluid all over our shoes. We rushed her over to the OR, once inside...man, it looked bad. Her whole stomach looked like red jello. Apparently she had been bleeding into her abdomen for a while and the blood was clotted off in her belly. Her bowels basically looked limp, on the way to dead. In the middle of taking out her colon, she started going into V-fib - read dying. We did the whole chest pounding, electricity shocking, epinephrine pushing thing for 45 minutes. Called it at 16:48.
Surgery guys usually will go out for a drink to fight off their aggression. I went down for some pomegranite ice cream with dark chocolate. After that kicked in, I went back to acting like an asshole.
-bender is burning out