Police Job – Part Two

A little later on in the shift, after we'd dealt with the patient mentioned in the previous post, we were sent to one of the police stations on our patch. The person there, who had been arrested, was complaining of chest pain.

Patient's in their twenties rarely suffer from heart attacks, and one look at him as he dejectedly sat in the police cell was enough to tell us that it was really rather unlikely it was anything serious.

But we are professionals my crewmate and I, and treat everyone the same, arrested or not.

We tried to get a history from the patient but, like a fair few of our 'clients' he didn't speak a lick of English, so we asked the custody sergeant what was going on with the patient. The police doctor had seen him and was worried that he was having a heart attack – as I say, quite unlikely, but 'unlikely' isn't 'certainly' and the doctor was quite rightly covering his bases by asking for him to be seen at a hospital.

Talking to the sergeant it soon became apparent that this patient of ours had been arrested on suspicion of beating up our patient from earlier and it was only after some hours being incarcerated that the pain had developed.

It's not often that we get to treat both sides of a fight. Dealing with 'assaultee' and 'assaulter' is incredibly unusual, especially if they aren't being seen at the scene of the fight.

We also learned from the sergeant that the victim of the assault had been sent to ITU, but had woken up with apparently no life-threatening injuries. It would appear that a large part of his unconsciousness was due to the prodigious amount of alcohol that he'd drunk and wasn't in fact suffering from a brain injury.

Still, I feel justified in blue light transferring him to a neurological centre because he'd obviously done a good enough impression of being seriously injured enough to worry the A&E doctors enough to warrant a stay in ITU.

And after doing an ECG on my current patient it was highly unlikely that he was having a heart attack.

We took him to a different hospital.

5 thoughts on “Police Job – Part Two”

  1. Bit of a let-down mate.I expected something along the lines of the assaulted and assailantending in the same bay in casualty, having another monumental bout of fisticuffs, followed by the intervention of security, followed by the assailant donating a kidney to the assaulted patient, and part of his liver to one of the security staff and everyone living happily ever after in peace and harmony.

    But – then again – I have a. an excess of optimism and b. an excess of alcohol.

  2. This ain't a TV programme is it?Let's face it, its a miracle that I find out how *any* of my patients do…

    I think all that time spent answering phones is turning your head mate.

  3. Yay! Finding out your patient is not-dead sounds like a really big win, as far as I'm concerned.Just discovered an ambulanceman's moved into the flat downstairs. He came in wearing his work clothes and scuttled indoors, looking very “oh god please don't introduce yourself and tell me about your aches and pains”. I'll try to keep the noise down in case he works horrid shifts đŸ™‚

  4. Along similer lines. Went to a fatal RTA a while ago. To me it was a 'good job' and my only trauma resus so far. a couple of weeks later I went to a young female who had collapsed. It turned out to be the funneral of my fatal RT and the female was the victims wife.It was strange seeing first hand the after effects of my 'good job'. Seeing all the distressed relatives at the funneral is the part of the job that now stays with me.

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