One of my favorite parts of my job is my interaction with the police and paramedics who visit the department. Paramedics are obviously there all the time, but whenever the police are there, it’s always something fairly interesting. It’s my chance to see inside the officers daily lives from the “other side”, as opposed to side that’s sitting behind the wheel pulled over on the side of the freeway.
So I’m sitting there, minding my own (medical) business, when a police officer pulls up a seat next to me and says, “Hey doc, I got a favor to ask.” He is holding a piece of dirt covered newspaper in his left hand and has a look of anticipatory concern on his face. He continues his story… “A local landscaper was digging up a yard when he uncovered this…” He reached over with his right hand and began unwrapping the object. Inside the dirt covered newspaper was an old, dried, yellowish bone. Long and thin with a hollow triangular protuberance on one end, a half twist and a flat blade on the other. I immediately recognized it as exactly one half of a pubic bone.
He looked me straght in the eye. “I need you to tell me doc, could this have come from a person?”
“I’m 103% sure that that is not a human bone.” He looked relieved adn quickly set the bone down, grabbed his obligatory police officer spiral mini notebook, looked at my nametag and jotted down my name.
I picked it up, flipped it over and turned it around and held it in front of me in an anatomical position. It was a little awkward to be talking about pelvic bone structure with a (cute) police officer who was just trying to make sure I hadn’t just grabbed a piece of evidence in a murder investigation. I described the structure of the piece and outlined it’s imaginary other half, explaining that it must have come from an animal that walks on four legs and not two.
He smiled. “I just didn’t want to have to call homicide this late on a Friday night.”
Another beautiful ride at Bavington with the Fry Guy. The sun was out, the air temperature was cool, just a hint of fall. And the trails were awesome. Awesome. Zoomy, fun, smooth, pine needle covered trails with a handful of roots and logs just to make it interesting. We added in a loop we’d skipped, which was mesmerizing, then retraced the first mile back downhill to the cars. Fry Guy stopped behind his car and I zoomed up to him, stopped the bike, unclipped my left foot and…the bike fell to the right. OUCH. My first “SPD Moment” since my first try with SPDs about 10 years ago. In 1 1/2 years of riding my SPDs, I’ve never had a fall because I was unable to clip out. I’ve fallen, and not clipped out…but that was because of bad maneuvering. But falling just because I couldn’t get my foot out? It was my first. Elbow is a little sore…at worst a radial head stress fracture, at best just a contusion. Nothing that ice and time (and maybe an x-ray) won’t help sort out. I think it’s OK though, typing only hurts a little bit.
So this guy was admitted with severe epistaxis requiring posterior nasal packing. He lost 3 units of blood in hours due to the amount of bleeding. AFter blood trasnfusion and admission to the hospital, the packing was removed. Of course with that much of a nosebleed, you swallow a bunch of blood. So they put an NG tube in to get the blood out of his stomach that he was vomiting. Well, guess what happened?
That’s right, clots disrupted, fountain explodes. While the room packed full of nurses and residents was in a state of gridlock, I pushed my way through, had someone crank up the wall suction, grabbed a flashlight and managed a posterior bleed on the hospital floor while I was supposed to be covering the ER. Nobody else knew how to do it, so I figured I was either going to take care of the guys gushing nose now, or get called back up to tube him when he coded.
Posterior balloon and a pair of tongue blades taped together and wedged onto his nose pretty much stopped the bleeding, but the ENT came in to scope him anyway. Don’t know what the outcome was, but I’m glad I bought shoes to wear only in the hospital.
THis story appeared in the news today. I’m glad the puppy didn’t have a heart attack. But I saw the puppy on TV and it was emaciated. But how long does it take a puppy emaciated? And how long did he have the puppy? I wonder if he didn’t aquire it in that state. In any case I’m glad the puppy is OK.
I havn’t seen the quarterback stats, but was this ben’s worst game? 2 interceptions in the last 5 minutes alone? Maybe that appendectomy was a bad idea. Ben seemed little less mobile tonight. Yes, he got sacked, but he wasn’t runnign like he usually did. I have to say that Jacksonville earned the win. If my best friend from high school hadn’t jinxed us though, it would have been a different outcome.