My nine o’clock appointment has cancelled so I thought I
would spend the time wisely. Mainlining my coffee (I don’t wake up until the
second cup and then, man, I am up!) and exploring the vexed question of drills.
Drills are unquestionably useful; I actually really like
doing simulation scenarios at work for the simple reason that it’s pretty hard
to do anything terrible to a dummy! Make all the mistakes in training so that
real life goes smoothly. Our scenario yesterday involved the first mate
spotting a collapsed person at the bottom of the bow thruster space. The bow
thruster space is found at the pointy end of the ship (mwahahaha) and it’s
accessed through what looks like a cupboard right up until the point when the door
is opened and a nasty drop down into the bowels of the ship is revealed! Top
tip: use the ladder. Even the access ladder space is pretty narrow; when I did
the engine room tour there were definitely moments when the rear wall was
rather intruding on my bottom’s personal space!
The scenario used involved a collapsed and unresponsive person
in the space with an unknown atmosphere. The fire fighting team therefore got
to have the fun of clambering down into that space with their breathing
apparatus on and oxygen cylinders strapped to their backs. Their job was to
extricate the casualty as swiftly as possible, so a stretcher and spare
breathing apparatus followed them down. Our casualty (Fred the dummy) was then
loaded onto the stretcher and winched up onto the deck where the medical team
was standing by.
At the time of the drill, just as in real life, no-one knew
what the injury pattern was. So whilst we were waiting on the deck, I briefed
my medical team as to their roles within the scenario. One significant concern
was the possibility of trauma, so one of the team was requested to immobilise
the neck. Others were detailed to go through the ABC (airway, breathing,
circulation) protocols in order for us to isolate and manage life threatening
injuries swiftly. When Fred arrived, one of his rubbery legs was hanging
akimbo, so I decided that he had a broken leg and a collapsed lung as a result
of an explosion within the space. I then fed back to my team the results of
their examination findings and got them to think about the treatment options.
Intermittently I got
on my radio (we are still not really friends) and quavered,
“Doctor to bridge...”
“Bridge...go ahead.”
And fed the bridge details of the patient’s situation.
It all went really smoothly right up until the point when we
decided that we had stabilised the patient as much as possible on the deck and
he should now be transported up to the hospital. In retrospect, using the
internal stairs on the ship was our mistake. If the casualty didn’t have a head
injury at the start of the drill, he certainly did by the end! Very tight
turns, and narrow stairs are not the stretcher party’s friends. I may have left
one of my kidneys on the stair rails as I was variously crushed and impaled by
the stretcher against the walls. Still, that’s why you have two, right?
What did we learn from the day other than the wisdom of
using the external stairs and walkways to get the patient into the surgery? We
learned that stretchers are surprisingly heavy so always be nice to paramedics or they might drop you.
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