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25 September 2010

Ad Hoc ICU: Gracious Savagery


The thing you first notice about the Haitian doctors is their focus. Being accustomed to innovating and relying on their clinical and assessment skills without the aid of many diagnostic devices (i.e. sonography, CT scan) has made their attention to detail and differentials very sharp! Sharp in ways that many of us in the US have tuned out or never learned, due to our reliance on telemetry and people   to interpret readings for us. So we taught each other our strengths. Was remarkable to be around people who could teach as easily as they could learn. 






During our stay, we started offering training to the translators who worked at the hospital. Very smart group of guys, none were medical to my knowledge; circumstance had put them in their jobs. However, when we started showing them some basics skills - how to place EKG leads, anatomy via scan, sterile technique - we found that not only were they quick studies, they had natural intuition, were excited about it and were almost immediately good at everything we showed them!


Junior teaching what he learned back to Rais. 


CJ showing the team how to scan the IVC diameter and evaluate hydration status. Before bi-pap, his IVC was nearly collapsed and changed less than 10%. After about 10 minutes of bi-pap, diameter was fluctuating about 30% on inhalation and sats rose from 82 to low-mid 90's!









We had quite a few very sick patients who presented late in their disease, with little or no previous medical care. So, we pooled our resources and combined everyone's experience to give the patients the best possible shot available to them with the resources on hand. Was nice to see an entire team of people concerned with the patient outcome over the "I know more than you" game. 


This kid Claude was asking all kinds of very intelligent questions about O2, anatomy, disease process, etc. as well as translating to the family of the patient (lady on right). 


CJ was scanning the patients heart and Claude - who is 17 - walks over, points to the monitor, and says "His left ventricle is too big." Which it WAS due to the patients CHF. I told him he definitely needs to look into medical school! 

Dr. Spindi looks on as we rig together a bi-pap with materials found in the ED. O2 tubing, old vent machine, cut a hole into a BVM and used a glove finger to make a one-way valve, kurlex, tape. I handled the airway while Rais made the mask and CJ titrated the mini-vent machine (which had been buried in a box, unused for a very long time). 
The patient should really have been intubated, but the issue came up, "what do we do with him when he's tubed?" No real functioning ventilators, no ICU, no RT, no one to watch the patient, no facility to transfer him to...So we converted the ER that night into an ad hoc ICU and did the best we could. 



It took us a while to make sure everything was in place, figure it out, test it, and make sure it was going to maintain. The patients family just had a confused look on their faces, as we were working, and trying to explain what we were doing, why, etc. OH and p.s. - the patient was suspected of having TB. Score!


Alot of what I know I owe to Scott and Jen of the SFFD and John Cavanaugh (also of SFFD) and Megan Corry of City College of SF. Here's the proof; we used ABC and it worked. We were able to keep the patients O2 sats high, keep him comfortable, manage his fluids...





Large hose of a BVM/neb, non-rebreather mask, a nasal cannula, a glove finger, sonography gel (one thousand and TWO uses!), kurlex, and tape. Put them together... home-made BI-PAP!!


Using patient's shirt to position the head...




At the end of the day - if this man had a chance - we gave him that chance, against considerable odds. Was it pretty? No. Functional? Yes. This is what is going on in Haiti right now - making the most of what's around and throwing the best available shot at dire illness.

Gracious Savagery.



Carrefour face to face

After the party for Frantz's dad, the guests quickly dissipated. I helped clean up, then asked Rais how we were getting back to the hospital. He said that the others had left and that we were all going to a block party. 
"Stop. Closed to passage." 

One of Frantz's friends came in his tap tap and took us to a party that was straight up like a scene out of Compton. 




Now, I've been around and like to think I'm pretty comfortable in most environments, but I won't lie; I was VERY nervous. Nervous enough to buy two little bottles of rum and smoke a Haitian cigarette! And I don't even smoke!!
I found a corner, backed myself into it and watched the crowd - some of whom were visibly armed. Few guys came to check us out. I just shook their hands and offered rum.


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At a certain point, the center started clearing, goals were put up, and a soccer game formed! Announced and everything!! 

Before the game started, a man took the mic who sounded very official and I asked Frantz who it was. The Mayor of Carrefour! He says "You want to meet him?" Me: "You know the Mayor??" Franz "He's my cousin!"
So he takes us up on stage and we meet the Mayor! They play the national anthem and we go back down to into the party. 
When the game was over, it was late, people were getting lit - the time at parties when people get agitated and fights can happen. PLUS, we had to work early in the morning, so I pulled the plug and said we had to leave. "No problem, I have mototaxis waiting out front." 
I laughed. 
"You think we're getting separated - tipsy - at 2am in a neighbourhood where we don't know a soul or speak the language?" Fail. 
Frantz tells us to wait, that he'd be right back. He comes back and we make our way through the soccer game and into a small area behind the stage. 
Frantz tells us to quickly follow him and we get into a large, white SUV. Minute later, security jumps in with the Mayor himself!! 
We have a short, polite chat and the mayor says he will drop us at the hospital, but first, he'd like to show us something. Again, mind blown. 


 The outside of the block party #2


We arrive at a second block party, enter through a back door. The minute we hit the party, everyone is coming up to him, shaking his hand, giving him pieces of candy that they're selling. It's clear right off the bat that this man is loved by his community. I feel 100% comfortable. 
Once we get to the front of the party, Mayor takes us up to the DJ booth and starts speaking to the crowd. One by one, he introduces us and asks s to speak!! The crowd goes nuts after ours remarks are translated and a dance-off ensues. CJ brings it hard but ultimately is danced all over by a 10 year old. Kid had some moves, a Haitian Michael Jackson! 


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All told, it was an incredible, incredible night; one I'll remember as long as I live. Frantz, his family, and the Mayor gave us a glimpse of Haiti that few people get to see. THANK YOU to Majistra Ivan Gerome for introducing us face to face to the amazing people of Carrefour! 









Make time to party in chaos

One of the KEY staff at Hopital Adventiste - Frantz Bastien - invited us to his father's 80th birthday party. Franz's mom and sisters run an "orphanage" for kids who've been abandoned, lost their parents to Earthquake, AIDS, violence, neglect, or a combination of those. I put "orphanage" in quotes because it isn't actually an orphanage with a physical structure, funding, staff, etc. It is merely a small number of kind people who's love for those around them is so strong that they take the little they have and divide it even further to the most vulnerable among us, the kids.


Even as I sit here typing, there are tears running down my face thinking not only of the many, many kids who have suffered what you or I could never even dream of (seriously, how many times have I fallen apart because my train was 15 minutes late?!), but also in awe of those who put themselves dead last. Those who hedge all their bets to protect kids to whom fate has dealt a heavy, heavy hand.


Here's an example: one of Franz's sisters - herself with Sickle Cell, a heart condition and gall stones - WALKED through the dust, exhaust and heat to bring two little kids to the hospital one day. Both tiny and skinny from poor nutrition. One of them was silent and stared blankly at the ground, was hard to engage her. Apparently, she had been repeatedly assaulted with some sort of wooden object, causing vaginal damage, discharge, and major emotional/psychological damage. 
Six years old. 
Where is the justice in that?
They spent the day at the hospital, in part to receive medical treatment, in part to just be in an environment with adults who would protect and nurture them. They rotate them out, so every day a couple kids come and hang at the hospital. By the end of the day, L and I were playing catch with a glove that I blew up and tied off. 


Now, to my point. Amid all of this chaos and misery, there are happy moments. Proud moments. Moments of celebration. In a country where the average life expectancy is FORTY-SEVEN, living to be 80 is a very big deal and a cause to party! Frantz invitied Rais, CJ, and I - relative strangers to him - into his family's home to share this special occasion. A very, very memorable night. 



The man of the hour...

Frantz's sisters laid out a spread that would blow your mind. All made from scratch, caserole, meat pies, seafood pasteries, little flower-shaped confections. 

 The boys heading to the party by tap tap


 Roozie and the gang. By the end of week one, we had them using helpful English expressions such as "sucka free" and "mack daddy."

When in doubt, try a little capoeira!
 Fifi's daughter doing a parada/handstand...

...and a ponte/back bend...

Junior's parada. 




Frantz, his daughter, and sister






Birthday toast 








Rais presenting dad with a birthday gift: new tent, bottle of wine, few other items...

Frantz's sisters and some of their kids












Front patio, ringed with concertina wire...


This is Junior in the checkered shirt. He's one of the happiest, brightest kids ever! Boundless energy and unusually kind and thoughtful. One day at the hospital were eating lunch together and he kept asking me "you have enough food?" He took two spoons of his rice and put them on my plate.  

 Me and Junior doing a little kung fu...



Rais, CJ, and the kids


 At one point, the kids starting teaching Rais how to count in Creole. It quickly turned into a song/clapping game. I think they made it up to about 100....


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They really teach you alot, kids. I left that party feeling humbled and restored,  a much-needed break from the long days in the ER.