Wednesday, 28 April 2010

CFR x2 Part 2


She sits in the car, her boyfriend driving. They are off for a celebratory meal - she has just been promoted at work. Suddenly, the traffic slows, and a flash of blue lights up ahead tells her that something is amiss. As they crawl past the wreckage of the car, she notices that there is no ambulance - a lone Paramedic struggles in the rain. Just past the accident, she instructs her boyfriend to pull over. She jumps out of the car and rushes to the boot, from which she pulls out her Community First Responder jacket and Response Bag. She has only been a CFR for a few months, and has never dealt with trauma before, but the sight of the single yellow-jacketted soul brings back so many memories of wishing there was someone else there with her.

She runs over to the para. He looks up with a smile of such relief that the cold and wet become insignificant. She looks down. The driver of the car is already out. How he has crawled from the tangled metal she has no idea. She gasps in horror as she sees the swelling on the left side of his chest, which rises and falls with every breath; in as he breathed in, out as he exhaled. Her mind jumps crazily to her childhood, of sailing with her father. His ribcage looked ... billowy, like a sail flapping in the wind!

"What on Earth is that!?" she exclaimed.

"It's called a flail chest, and it's going to kill him," her new partner tells her, between gritted teeth.

A flail chest, where two or more ribs are broken in two or more places. Yes, she remembers reading about them. But this doesn't look like two broken ribs. More like 10!!

She does as instructed: she places her hand FIRMLY against the flail segment, pushing it in, so that the expansion of the ribcage can at least get some air into the rest of the lung, the area that hasn't been crushed to a pulp as his car flipped end over end over end. He doesn't like that one bit, and tells her so, in language that, under any other circumstance would have earned him a slap round the face. Not here, not now. Now, he hears the gentle voice, calming him, telling him he is going to be ok, telling him she won't leave him.

Double sirens in the distance herald the arrival of an ambulance and a BASICS doctor. She starts to move out of the way, only to be told, quite firmly, to stay just where she is, as she is undoubtably keeping him alive. She is asked to take her hand away very gently, so that the BASICS doc can have a little look. He pales and his jolly demeanour is suddenly replaced with a flurry of activity. His voice is filled with tension, as he quietly tells the ambulance crew, who have by now packaged the patient, that we are leaving NOW.

"What about me?" she asks. He looks at her: "Can you stay - we need you." She gets one of the police to tell her boyfriend, and the doors close.

In the ambulance, she sits by the patient, chatting to him as she presses the flail segment, now with her fist, as her hand has cramped up. The BASICS doctor has a laryngoscope and tube in one hand, and a scalpel blade in the other. He tells her it's "just in case." She begins to pray.

Moments later, they arrive at the hospital, and she rushes, bent double, next to the ambulance trolley, as the patient is wheeled into the resus room.

"Don't leave me now," he whispers. "You said you wouldn't leave. I'm scared I'm going to die."

She stays with him, still with her hand pressed against his chest. She can't feel her fingers, but nothing else matters. She is draped with a lead apron as x-rays are taken; she listens as anxious conversations ensue between the BASICS doctor and the anaesthetists: do we intubate and then put the drain in, or put the drain in while he is awake.

Finally, a decision is made. The drugs are given, and, at a word from the BASICS doc, she releases his chest. A slash of metal, and the chest drain is in. His eyes close, as he is anaesthetised.

She sits down, job done, and waits for her boyfriend to take her to dinner. "Double celebration", she thinks.

Thank you to all the CFR's out there. You do a fabulous job. These two cases happened within 24 hours of each other. This man survived, and all thanks to the CFR.


  1. Great job everybody. I'm in a bit of a rut concerning my role as an EMT in Providence, posts like this give me much needed inspiration, so thank you!

    I've been reading Ambulance Ameture
    and have learned a little about your CFR's.

    Hats off to all of you!

  2. So well written - goosebumps from reading it.

  3. As a CFR in a previous life, thank you. I spent much of my two years running around stopping the clock, so it's nice to know that we helped somewhere.

  4. To echo Simon's comment, that was a brilliantly evocative post that gave me goosebumps!

  5. thats awesome,
    I'll show this to my CFR group, I was sat around last night pondering what use I was, this means alot to hear from a medical proffesional,
    Cheers! VT

  6. RRD, these latest 2 blogs have been superb.

    I am not a CFR but am a St John Ambulance, ambulance crew volunteer and so have many similarities in my training and experiences.

    Your appreciation of these excellent volunteers is very well founded and, I am sure, will be much appreciated by CFRs everywhere.


  7. Having dealt with CFR's personally I can only second RRD's comments. CFR's do play a key role in pre-hospital care and often don't get the recognition they deserve.

  8. Thank you - like ViatorT I'm a CFR and sometimes it's hard to stay motivated. This kind of recognition makes it all worthwhile.

  9. Another great post RRD (or rather a set of posts), you have been truly fortunate to get the right sort of people around you at the right time to help make a difference.

    I always wonder how they deal with it after the fact though. They dont have colleagues that they can just go and sit with and chat about it.
    Their lives arent embroiled in pre-hospital care, and they just have to go back to their usual everyday lives after being witness to some extra ordinary events.

    Amazing people. Tip of that hat to them all.

  10. Medic999, Asides from all the intrinsic methods of dealing with it, CFR's do have quite a large community group, often the community manager is always available and if not one of their coordinaters definately is! :-)
    sorry for butting in!

  11. When I am next told that CFR's don't attend road traffic collisions I will remember this account.
    Thank you
    CFR West Midlands