‘How come the patient is not being wheeled out yet?’ my senior colleague Dr Aida asked, conversationally.
‘Mm Hmm?’ I was wondering the same thing. We already stitched the kid up and left the theatre 10 minutes ago to write the operative notes. The operation was brief, and the problematic tooth was taken out somewhat easily. So why is the boy not out yet? His mother was waiting anxiously at the spacious holding bay.
We stormed back inside OT2 and found the atmosphere solemn in there. Surrounding the still unconscious chubby 11 years-old boy, is the team of anesthetists and our boss, Dr Dass. And our own dental staff and nurses quietly observed the resuscitation effort from the corner of the OT. What the heck is going on?
I didn’t ask, because it seems like nobody would want to answer. I used my eyes and ears to understand what had happened during the 10 minutes when I was outside. Chubby boy’s vital sign is unstable and Dr Syd is monitoring him very closely. Quietly. His face was focused, contorted with a tinge of worry. So unlike him.
Dr Syd entered the OT earlier and his voice boomed a cheerful ‘Good Morning!’ He had been a great help to the Dental people by being the jolly and friendly anesthetist. He took Dr Dass’ camera and played around with it. He joked with the staff like college buddies. Not only he brought noise to the OT, Dr Syd also brought a lot of positive energy with his cheerful demeanor. But not now.
Dr Dass… The boss I respect. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, his expression grim. To me, he’s the fearless doctor who is so knowledgeable and competent. Throw him any topic, he can elaborate enough to write a quality essay. Any topic. Being a confidently cocky fellow he is, he constantly neutralize his ability by saying ‘I don’t take all the credits. God is the all powerful one.’ This moment, his confident smile is wiped away. Suddenly my boss looked a bit older.
Dr Dass explained to Dr Aida, who is equally quizzical as I am.
‘During reversal, kid was given Atropine. His heart went into ventricular fibrillation. We put him on 100J defib. He regained sinus now…..’
I imagined in my head.
Dr Syd noted the VF pattern of Chubby’s heart.
The defibrillator was quickly pushed to Chubby’s side, chest bared.
100 J Charging!
Clear!!
POOMP!
O my gosh…. God, help this kid to be alright. Pray for Your mercy to take him out of this agony. The human body can be so fragile. How long did his heart stop pumping? He could be stable now, but … the idea of brain damage is unthinkable. And there’s a mother outside anxious and having no idea what is happening in here. My mind is a train of thoughts.
It’s a rare case, 1 in a many thousands of healthy children. Unless… this child is not healthy, he has an undetected illness? Anaphylactic against Atropine?? I knew Dr Syd had everything under control, with his calm speedy management, but no one is celebrating just yet.
‘Dr, saya teringat arwah ayah saya.’
I didn’t notice trainee Hidayah was standing beside me. Behind her spectacles, it was unmistakable tears glistening in her eyes. This young Malay girl is different from other trainees I met. Hidayah has a side of maturity. Her dad passes away 2 years ago. She is still fasting everyday if she is able, in remembrance of him.
‘Dr. Actually every time I enter the Operating Theatre, I am struggling within. I remember my father on the table, I was there. They tried to save him using the defib machine too…’
Here’s a girl who is not hiding her tears. Damn the racial barriers. I reached out and hugged her. Not a word.
‘Dr, my heart really goes out to this boy.’
We continue to watch the boy and look at the vital signs monitor, although I couldn’t make the most out of it. Many of those labels do not make sense to me.
Soon, people started to disperse from the OT. Dr Aida and Dr Syd went out to explain the situation to Chubby’s mother.
It left Dr Dass, Hidayah and myself in there.
During the last OT a week ago, Dr Dass asked me ‘Do you fear God?’
‘Absolutely…’
Dr Dass explained the situation to me again, like what I heard he explained to Dr Aida.
He added ‘Statistics means nothing. Things can be as rare as 1 in a million. But that ONE can happen to you.’
Boss paused for a while, eyes fixed on Chubby.
‘You know, I was about to leave after we finished the surgery just now. I already went out, but somehow I cannot explain, I just came back inside.’
At that moment of time, I know inside the Operating Theatre, 3 Malaysian of different races and religions are praying silently to God, that God help this boy. (We’ll put him on a diet programme later.) There is such unity in diversity, when humanitarian can humble us all.
Chubby is later wheeled out of the OT into the ICU, just to borrow their ventilator and monitors for 24 hours. Reminded me of a friend who had to be in ICU to borrow their ventilator a few months ago. The other 2 cases lined up for today is cancelled.
Chubby is going to be alright, the brain damage is minimal or none.
‘You!’ Dr Syd poking his buccal fat ‘almost gave me a heart attack.’