After
an accident in Hilton Head, S. Carolina, my seventy-seven year old
wife tripped over a concrete parking marker and hit the ground with an impact
that was potentially disastrous. After
observing her throughout the night and deciding her condition was stable. I headed back to Canada the following morning. By then, she had a black eye, the whole side of her face was swollen and her right hand was swollen and bruised. We arrived home, in London Ontario,
two and a half days later, after an ordeal, that I’m sure you can imagine. She looked as though she had been badly beaten up and the sunglasses she wore to try to disguise her injuries merely emphasized them. To cut a long story short, first thing in the
morning, after arriving home, we took a trip to the emergency room, at University Hospital, and that’s where this story
really starts.
On the
morning of Wednesday, twentieth of February, 2013, I brought my much bruised and battered wife to the
Emergency room at University Hospital, in London. We sat there for five hours. I am a physician and I was satisfied that my
wife was in no immediate danger. I couldn’t help speculating on what might have
happened if a patient was bleeding from a
subdural hematoma or worse during that period of time, with no one to monitor her.
Because her
hand and arm were grotesquely swollen and bruised, they were the immediate focus
of attention. So, after five hours, arm and hand were x rayed and the splint that I had already applied were considered to
be adequate treatment for the moment.
Her head was either not noticed or considered to be important, despite
extensive bruising and tenderness over the zygomatic bones of the face and a
black eye. I brought her home from the
emergency room at University
Hospital where she had
been sitting for five hours without having been seen by a physician, when she
was so uncomfortable that she insisted on signing herself out. Being a physician I was satisfied that she
was not bleeding into her brain.
However, this was not known by the staff and it concerns me that someone
whose cognition may have been impaired
was allowed to leave emergency without any attempts to assess cognition or to explain the
possible risks involved . Equally
unbelievable, was the fact that despite the fact that as Professor
and Head of the Department of Family Medicine at the University of Saskatchewan
and as a life long teacher of Family Medicine students and Residents I had
tried to make my students aware of the fact that they must screen for family
abuse, nobody asked my wife if she had been beaten up by her husband or
otherwise abused.. No-one ever took an adequate history.
Next
morning, since my wife (understandably!) refused to go back to emergency at University Hospital, and her head had not yet been
looked at, other than by me. We went to St. Joe’s Hospital, where the experience was much more
acceptable. The appropriate investigations were carried out and the damage recognized and treated. In fact, she sustained a maxillary bone fracture. I have spent much of my life working (and
sometimes living) in hospitals and I understand the difficulties that health
care workers have to contend with. Nevertheless this is not good enough, more focus being directed to the documentation than to the patient. Suffice it to say, that something is amiss
in the state of Health Care, that in my opinion is closely related to the deterioration of the conversation between the physician and the patient that all the technology in the world can't replace.
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