Monday, October 26, 2020

Plan B (And C. And D. And E. &c.)






WRSA has a link to an American Partisan article by NC Scout, with a sobering thought:

"I’m sure you have thought about what happens when the hospital notifies the Anti-Terrorist Police about the GSW that just showed up at the ED entrance."


Firstly, NCScout's homemade blowout kit is solid stuff.

No quibbles.

As far as it goes.

But slapping on some QuickClot and an Israeli Battle dressing isn't the end of your GSW problems, should such befall you; it's only the beginning of them.

Ignoring the yuuuugely unopened can o' worms behind high-velocity penetrating trauma, and where bullets go, and what they do, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings, we focus on a nominally so-called "uncomplicated" GSW.

I.e., the "flesh wound" of legend and lore.

IOW, even if no major bones, blood vessels, nerves, or other important bits and bobs are hit, a simple in-and-out, through-and-through projectile hole will still find eleventy ways to kill you deader than canned tuna, if all you've got in your magic bag is anticoagulant and a constrictive pressure dressing.

I've only been toiling in this particular vineyard for about a quarter century, so I may miss a thing or two, but let's take a slightly deeper peek at this from my side of the fence, so at least the brighter lights out there will have some wee appreciation for reality, and make a dent into knowing what they don't know.

Given: You have no major bleeding issues, and largely no problems with function, and you elect to skip the E.D. for reasons of your own. And you pounded in your hemostatic dressing, and wrapped it well with an IBD, ACE wrap, Coban, VetWrap, or strips of granny's torn-up knickers.

That's great.

For now.

What's next?

In no particular order:

1) When was your last tetanus (probably tDaP*) booster?

Why? Because you've got about a 72 hour window from puncture to an express ticket to the graveyard if you ain't got one of those. For cat bites and rusty nails, anything less than 10 years is probably ok. Bullet holes, 200 yards of donorcycle roadrash, or a shark or crocodile attack, and 5 years or less is much better. You probably got your first one between age 4 and 6. You got a booster between age 14 and 16. So if you're 26 or older, and don't know when your last booster was, you're already doing it wrong. They're cheap, easy, and can be had at drug store pharmacies and most any Urgent Care doc-in-the-box, for around $20-40, just for the asking. Make sure your tetanus booster status is up-to-date. Period. You WILL see this material again, IRL.

FTR, tetanus spores live on everything. Not just on rusty nails. Any hole in your people suit allows them to get from outside, in the air, to inside your meatsack, where they reproduce away from oxygen. And make a new home. That's not the problem. As a byproduct, they produce a toxin, which increases until it paralyzes all your muscles. S-L-O-W-L-Y.

And after about Day Three, the booster is too late to head the infection (and associated lethal paralysis) off at the pass. 

You. Will. Die.



Horribly.

For those of morbid curiosity, that would be with your body bent as all the muscles in your back contract, and draw you up like a bow, with only your heels and head touching the mattress, awake, unable to swallow, dying of thirst and starvation, fully conscious, until your diaphragm and rib cage muscles can no longer suck air, and you die staring at the wall behind your deathbed, in excruciating agony. Unless someone kindly holds a pillow over your mouth earlier until you stop breathing sooner, to cease your further descent through the levels of living hell before you embark upon the afterlife, or oblivion.

As iconic baseball manager Casey Stengel used to tell people, "You could look it up."

This description is from the era before there was a tetanus vaccine. About a century hence.

To the crybabies and pussies who whimper, bitch, and moan about a simple shot, I generally lay this out about this fast, and let them ponder

Tiny injection...horrible grisly death. Tiny injection...horrible grisly death.

Choose wisely.

But wait! There's more!

 2) What about what physicians referred to quaintly from 1500 A.D. until about 1930 as "mortification"?

IOW, you're going to get an infection.

Bullets aren't sterile.

Neither was your skin on the outside, before it became a new orifice.

Neither were the clothes you were wearing when a portion of them was injected into your body at upwards of 800fps, or worse.

QuickClot ain't fixing any of that. Every minute after the initial corporeal insult, a veritable Noah's Ark of bacteria are doing what they do: eating, dividing, and multiplying.

Inside of you.

They're going to make you the new lead solo in the Choir Invisible in about a week, left unchecked.

Septicemia, gangrene, and assorted related nasties will all have their way with you.

Unless you get some antibiotic prophylaxis. I.e. something to kill those cooties, and give your own immune system a leg up on winning that battle.

Currently, antibiotics in the cephalosporin family are the first-line choice for uncomplicated pentrating trauma.

A gram of Ancef given as a butt dart, followed by a week to 10 days of Keflex tablets will generally suffice. I leave it to the brighter and more motivated to research dosages and regimens from the standard medical trade references.

If you're not allergic to them.

If you have no contraindications for them.

If you have an IQ above that of plant life, and have researched what, how much, and how often to take them. And when not to. And what to watch for during and after. And when to know it ain't working.

If you can get your hands on them, both, and in sufficient quantity for a full course of treatment. Or the second- or third-line alternatives. (People who half-ass their antibiotic therapy, and quit early, aren't just quitters. They're generally referred to as morons with low gray matter titer, and future inhabitants of Boot Hill, in the trade. Don't be That Guy. For the younger set familiar with That 70s Show, the phrase you're thinking of is "Dumbass!").

Hint: There's a reason 18D school for SF medics is somewhere around 18 months long, and it's not for PT and obstacle courses. There's a lot of stuff to know, cold. Patients don't come with multiple choice bubbles tattooed on their chest.

Still not close to done, kids.

3) What about all that formerly viable flesh in the wound channel turned into non-viable chum?

It's maybe going to need removal, before it becomes food for #2, above.

Sooooooooo…..got local anesthesia handy?

How about general anesthesia; and someone to administer it, and monitor your vital signs until you wake up, and reverse any overdose, or 57 untoward effects, and the medicines to do all that?

Oh yeah, and someone to do the actual carving work while you're numbed up, or knocked out? (Look, Ronin was a great flick, as was John Wick: Parabellum, but absent a scriptwriter with a vivid imagination, and a paycheck like DeNiro or Keanu Reeves, you ain't gonna do the operation yourself, biting on a leather strap, and sewing yourself up afterwards while looking in a handy mirror.

Simply. Not. Happening.

So...d'ya know a good surgeon? Or even a bad one? Or a simple MD? A physician's assistant? A dentist? A vet? A former 18D with a sense of adventure? 

4) What about pain control, now, and later?

What, you actually thought this wasn't going to hurt like hell, or that you'd get by on a couple of motrin and maybe a slug of gin?

As if.

5)What about related problems? Side effects? Bad outcomes? Physical therapy? And tending to you, including changing dressings, wound care, and drug therapy, not to mention making sure you get rest, food, and drink, daily, including making sure everything works coming in and going out, and notices when it isn't, until you're completely back to normal, status quo ante? (Hint: In the trade, we refer to that last compendium as "nursing". I or any good nurse pulls six figures/yr for a reason, and it ain't for juggling bedpans, despite the lame attempts at wit by morons who don't know any better.)

Somewhere close to now, you should start to realize that while it's a good first step, merely slapping a battle dressing on a bullet hole isn't going to cut it, unless your clever plan is to simply die a week later, at home, sitting in a puddle of uncleaned feces and suppurating pus.

We repeat, NC Scout's list is a good beginning point. An IFAK and a hospital are both useful items, but they are hardly interchangeable.

Best do a long re-think for Spicy Times, and secondary and tertiary sorts of considerations.

As CA told you in the OP above,

"Plan accordingly."

Or else, keep your life insurance paid up.

I repeat:

You WILL see this material again IRL.





*(tDaP = Tetanus, diphtheria, and pertussis - AKA whooping cough. Because your childhood shots for those ran out of gas decades ago, and yet the ongoing influx of unvaxxed yard monkeys from all these Turd World countries like Shi*holia and Trashcanistan arrive here over the back fence instead of through the front gate - i.e. legally - and without benefit of things like a First World course of vaccinations against Life's Little Catastrophes. Like tetanus, diphtheria, and whooping cough. Not to mention plague, TB, Chagas Disease, and about 4M other exotic nasties formerly confined to...wait for it... Sh*tholia and Trashcanistan. QED. Now ask me again why your medical bill here is so much higher here than it is for folks in those tropical paradises.)

12 comments:

Unknown said...

Thanks. Thought all my shots were up to date, forgot tetanus

Robin Datta said...

And of course it's quite a bit more if the bullet makes a few holes in the gut or lung, takes out a chunk of liver, spleen, pancreas, kidrey etc. And just as shock waves from low-flying supersonic aicraft can shatter window panes, shock waves from penetrating projectiles can disrupt tissues surrounding the path of the projectile at a microscopic level, killing them, although they may look normal for a while.

Jim Horn said...

Before going on an engineering debugging trip to Bandung, Indonesia in 1995, I stopped by the local county medical center and learned about how many injections I would need, as well as the names of a startling number of exotic diseases. Worse, I looked them up and learned of the life cycle of the blood fluke (schistosomiasis) and other delights. Aesop, you're not paid enough!

idahobob said...

Thanks for the reality check.

ADS said...

A look at history is instructive: prior to antibiotics and other staples of modern medicine, "got sick and died" or "got an infection and died" was a commonplace fate for normal, generally healthy individuals.

It's generally held that 2/3 of the fatalities among soldiers in the American Civil War were from disease, and this is the group of people who stood in lines trading fire on the battleground.

danielbarger said...

The reality is that many, perhaps most people who suffer a GSW survive.....with proper advanced medical care. The corollary is that without proper advanced medical care most people who suffer a GSW eventually succumb to it. And those that don't generally NEVER return to 100% function. And if the political situation devolves to the point that you have to think twice about your future freedom if you go to an ER with a GSW the whole country has bigger problems than we've ever had before.

Tobias said...

I got to see a case of tetanus in an 8 year old amish girl as a baby nurse. 108 degree fever, frighteningly dark urine from myoglobinuria getting 6-8k calories via jtube and tpn and still losing half her body weight (88 down to 44lbs in three weeks).

It is definitely worth keeping your immunization up to date. I have never seen a scarier disease process in 21 years of nursing.

vanderleun said...

Brilliant!

(The paragraphing that is.)

The content and the style is beyond brilliant... entertaining, life-saving, and with just a soupcon of sarcasm.

Unknown said...

Was just thinking about my tetanus booster... I'm 47 and can't remember my last one. Probably 20ish years ago. I'm looking into my options today!

Aesop said...

@GVDL,

As a gauleiter among grammar Nazis, please accept my assurances that the inability to make my interim posts format and paragraph properly despite all attempts to the contrary was a major contributor to the dearth of downtime posting the last few months.

That, and Blogger killing support for my coal-fired tablet and its OS.

Badger said...

Good topic & writing. I recall reading a study contrasting the diff in post-treatment infection rates between Opn GOTHIC SERPENT times and OIF due apparently to (where possible for the patient) administering the contents of the combat pill pack most rikki-tik. NSAID + some 12hrs worth of (slight) pain mitigation and, most importantly an initial slam of broad spectrum antibiotic. Numbers in terms of improvement in outcomes were/are pretty stark.

Paul said...

I'm 65 so I will be getting a booster. Finding the skin suit is not as tough as it one was.