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Experience with Trauma Surgery

Author: Larry H. Bernstein, MD, FCAP

 

 

In 1987, I went on vacation to Bermuda with my wife and two children.  It was a beautiful place, and the weather and the ocean were wonderful to experience.  One could travel by bus, which was very safe, which I preferred. My older daughter wanted to use a moped, which we allowed on the condition that she first be trained.  On the last day, she went to return the moped, but the station was out for lunch.  I was a photograper and wanted to photograph the white bird of Burmuda. I put my camera in the rear, but as I left the station my moped was hit by an oncoming moped that I failed to see, unaccustomed to the British style driving.  An ambulance arrived within a few minutes as I lay on the ground. My wife sent the kids home and made arrangements for my secretary to look after them.  I was impressed with the surgeon when I arrived at the hospital. He wheeled me to the bed I was to stay in. I had two blood transfusions.  He took me to the operating room, but I don’t recall any details. He had a McGill University resident who later wrote a thesis about the experience.  I was pretty knocked out, but there was another patient in the room who had fallen down his steps. He was a WWII RAF veteran who had bombed the Germans. He told me the stories about his experience.  We contacted the burn surgeon, Walter Pleban, who arranged to have me flown to Bridgeport, CT, and he arranged for the best orthopedic surgeons to admit me on arrival.  In my flight there was another patient who was dying of endstage HIV AIDS.

Herbert Hermele observed how serious this was because there were three fractures of the right tibia. The good news was that there was no need to amputate because I had the nervous innervation, but I lost a popliteal artery.  I was admitted, and at first there was only a small room. The nurse was a very competent young woman of Portuguese descent. She was able to move me as needed. I was moved when a better room became available.  It was very good when the night shift nurse came in because I was able to talk to her with some attachment.  The Vice President had me provided with good meals, as I was the director of blood bank and chemistry.  I also had visits by my supervisors and other staff.

It was not an easy time, but I was privileged because of my standing with the medical and laboratory staff.  I had a longer stay than usual because I had an infection with two gram negative resistant strains of bacteria –serratia marcesans and Enterobacter. I was put on a gram negative penicillin and the next morning I felt dizzy. When Dr. Pleban came to see me I told him that I was having a penicillin reaction because I was aware that my twin sister was allergic to penicillin. As a result, the prescription was changed and it was an improved situation.  I underwent 10 operative procedures in some weeks. Dr. Hermeles partner put an antibiotic plug into the wound and it healed.  It was only after the infection cleared that a superb reconstructive surgeon was called in and he made skin grafts to close the wound after he disconnected a tendon and pulled muscle over the wound.  I also had a call from IJ Good, University Professor of Statistics at Virginia Polytech, who had completed writing a program to analyze data that I had provided him 2 years earlier – of MB isoenzyme CK at 6 hours and 12 hours later for diagnosis of heart attack.  We published the work in the prestigious journal, Clinical Chemistry and the President of the College of American Pathologists took note of the paper. I was finally sent home, without needing excess stay to the hospital environment.  I had physical therapy at home, and my bed was made on the first floor.  When I returned to work my infection site oozed, so I went to the Chief of Infectious Disease.  He prescribed a new quinolone antibiotic that could be taken orally. The infection subsided and it has never returned.

My sister came from San Diego, California and she brought me a recording she made for imaging to heal.  It went on that I was climbing a step to the heavens and getting better and better.  She also emphases laughing.

I can only look back and recall how fortunate I was to have the attention and kindness at that time. It was in excess of what many patients experience.  I do recall that the Hungarian-Cuban music teacher my daughter had had thousands of musical pieces and thousands of stories so that she was one of the most entertaining patients ever admitted to Bridgeport Hospital.

 

 

 

 

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