A yoga teacher had once instructed me to just observe my patterns of breathing while performing ADL, and doing so I had been surprised as to how we take for granted the inflow and outflow of air out of our lungs to occur like it were an irrefutable absolute truth- like it is as true as I am or you are. We exist because we breathe. Since our existence is not doubted, so also that air will move in and out, this cannot be impossible.
To me the COPDs were always the hukkahwallahs, who never went to the chest med OPD despite repeated 'warnings', came shamelessly again and again to the EMS bearing with the grudging and abuses of the EMS staff.....for they came there to regain the ability to breathe. Not all were smokers- a large proportion was of patients with byssinosis- not their fault, some post Kochs bronchiectasis- again not their fault, one with Kartagener's-who cried helplessly, I remember, at being told that his sperms were all dead,some Cushingoid with years of steroid abuse, one mama who said, "kabhi to marna hai, beedi peekay aish karte marenge, kya galat hai". I had never imagined or associated any emotion with them.....a few nebulisations, an antibiotic if needed...and they're off.....till they get an exacerbation again. What could you do anyways? "Fefda kharab ho gaya hai.......kuch nahi kar sakte......dum to lagna hi hai........sahan karo...." The worst I had faced myself till then, was a blocked nose......extremely frustrating. But nothing compared to this- from an article in the NYT.
Ondine's curse was a theoretical entity for me till I managed organophosphorus poisoning patients, whom we had to fight with all night to remind them that they had to breathe if they wanted to live. Neurology registrars laughed at me when I made a diagnosis of central hypoventilation in a patient with recovering Lance Adams. But when the patient died, undiagnosed, I was surprised how they could digest their inability to point to specific reasons.The very thought of needing to remember that one had to breathe, and knowing that if I sleep I shall not breathe, and hence die was too ghastly to imagine in real time. Shaila Vartak was embodiment such a curse, and getting her off the ventilator was an achievement we shall ever be really proud of.
"Myasthenia hai".....the neuro registrar seemed cock sure.I felt something was amiss. She was middle aged Konkanastha brahmin, middle class, coming with a history of fatigue, diplopia and recent onset of weakness. No thymoma, RNS not conclusive enough. Electively intubated and steroid, Azoran and pyridostigmine upped to max levels.......no response. Should we do plasmapheresis? We decided to redo the EMG......and repeat EMG revealed that Shaila was suffering from a muscle dystrophy. So while leptospirosis patients with ARDS waited for ventilator vacancy, we fought with Shaila, fiddling with SIMV, pressure support, low tidal volumes, postural variations, 2 ventilator associated pneumonias, progesterone, acetazolamide and analeptics, countless trials of weaning and sheer desperation. Shaila could walk, but she could not breathe. She could even AMBU herself if someone was busy with some other patient.I never talked to her as she was on trach for a loooong time. But finally when she was weaned off onto a nocturnal BiPAP support...after 2 long months in the ICU, we felt jubiliant that we had achieved the near impossible.
" Jor jor se saans leti hai isliye haat paanv tedha hota hai aur fit aata hai".........me,explaining carpopedal spasm to a histrionic teenager's relatives in the EMS!!!!!!
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