Trauma Junkie: Memoirs of an Emergency Flight Nurse

Trauma Junkie: Memoirs of an Emergency Flight Nurse

by Janice Hudson
Trauma Junkie: Memoirs of an Emergency Flight Nurse

Trauma Junkie: Memoirs of an Emergency Flight Nurse

by Janice Hudson

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Overview

"Trauma Junkie gives us a view over the flight nurse's shoulder from liftoff until the patient is delivered to the hospital and the agonizing minutes in between. These fascinating true stories are impossible to put down."
— James M. Betts, MD, Chief of Department of Surgery and Director of Trauma Services, Children's Hospital, Oakland

"An exciting portrayal of emergency nursing."
— Library Journal

"Fast-paced nonfiction that reads like an adventure story."
— School Library Journal

In Trauma Junkie, readers accompany veteran flight nurse Janice Hudson as she races in response to emergency calls in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her workplace is a cramped California Shock Trauma Air Rescue (CALSTAR) helicopter in which medical personnel try to fix the human carnage wrought by shootings, accidents and natural disasters.

In this new and expanded edition, Hudson updates readers on how she and her colleagues have fared since moving on to different medical roles — including her own battle with multiple sclerosis, which ultimately forced her to give up the job she loved.

The new Trauma Junkie also contains several previously unpublished stories, including a new addition to the lineup of "stupid human tricks" Hudson witnessed and an all-new chapter describing a call involving the most heartbreaking of patients: a child who didn't make it.

Hudson is a natural storyteller who conveys the excitement of her days with calstar — heroic rescues, tragic deaths and the hilarious incidents that made the tension bearable — and the deep commitment of her team to keep patients alive in the most perilous situations.

For information on California Shock Trauma Air Rescue Ambulances Services please visit www.calstar.org


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781554076147
Publisher: Firefly Books, Limited
Publication date: 02/19/2010
Edition description: Updated and Expanded Edition
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 529,451
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Janice Hudson was an emergency flight nurse from 1987 to 1997. She lives in San Mateo, California, with her husband, Mark, who is also a registered nurse.

Read an Excerpt

Excerpt taken from Chapter 10: High Drama and Low Comedy

Another particularly unusual call came on a hot summer day on Mount Diablo, where a man was climbing a formation known as Castle Rock. Our patient had apparently been climbing freehand, with no safety ropes. About halfway up the rock he lost his grip, and tumbled a hundred feet down the face, fracturing his back and both ankles. Because of the remote and inaccessible location, we were first on scene, landing at the top of the rock. We could see him sprawled on the rocks below, surrounded by his climbing companions. Hoisting the trauma bag and packaging gear, we gingerly climbed and slid down to his location. Actually, I bounced down the final ten feet, still clutching the bag and ripping out the seat of my flight suit.

Our patient was awake and writhing in pain. We knew there was no way to haul him back up the way we came without rappelling gear. So we began to cast about for other ways of getting this man off the cliff face as we stabilized and packaged him. The hot sun was radiating off the rocks, and I began to worry about heat stroke — both in the patient and ourselves.

At that point, a winded and red-faced ranger appeared from below as we were placing our patient on the backboard and strapping him in. "You guys aren't going to get him down the way I came," he panted as he reached us. "It's a sheer drop down." We considered our predicament for a few minutes, and then the ranger came up with a plan. "I guess we need to call the Coast Guard helicopter. They have hoisting capabilities."

As it turned out, the Coast Guard was nearby conducting training exercises, and arrived overhead within ten minutes. It was their massive Sikorsky, and we could hear it approaching from miles away. As this enormous beast hovered overhead, the downwash from its five huge rotor blades was staggering, pushing us to our knees as we covered the patient's face as best we could. The hoist swung out, and the rescue medic was lowered down with a wire Stokes basket, his Neoprene wet suit looking a bit out of place in the hundred-degree heat. As he came down, we helped him unstrap the Stokes, which we would used to transport the patient.

"Unhook that line!" he bellowed, pointing to the extra safety line attached to the hoist. I scrambled over, buffeted by the rotor wash, and unhooked the line. "What happened?" he yelled in my ear.

"He fell about a hundred feet off the rock face, landing on his feet, then his back," I screamed back. "His blood pressure is OK, but he's got bad skin signs and he's in a lot of pain."

"OK, let's get him into the Stokes and secured." Together we lifted the backboard and strapped him into the basket. Securing the hoist line and double-checking it, the medic gave an OK sign to the man peering out of the helicopter above us. Slowly our patient began his ascent, sometimes swinging around in a circle. I could only imagine what he must be thinking.

The medic turned to my partner and me. "Which one of you is the primary nurse?"

"I am," I said. "Why?"

The medic looked up and made another motion to the man in helicopter. A device that looked like a horse collar appeared at the door and was lowered down to us. "OK," he yelled. "Just put your arms through here and cross them. Remember to keep your arms crossed on the way up, or you'll fall out."

I was stunned. Did this guy think I was actually going to allow myself get hoisted a hundred feet into thin air, hanging onto that flimsy contraption? Was he nuts? But it was too late. He was already pulling the collar over my head, and the next thing I knew my feet were dangling off the ground. I was pulled up at what seemed like a very rapid rate, leaving me dangling over the sharp rocks below. "Don't look down, don't look down," I whispered to myself, shutting my eyes tightly and gripping the collar for dear life.

The hoist stopped abruptly, and as I opened my eyes, I was just below the hovering helicopter. The winds were whipping me from side to side. "Oh my God, the hoist is stuck," I thought. "And if my arms come uncrossed I will die." A moment of panic ensued, and I took several deep breaths to pull myself together. Then the hoist started moving again slowly, and soon my head was level with the open helicopter door. Two men grabbed my shoulders and hauled me in, explaining that the short stop was to change gears to slow the hoisting mechanism. I felt like a fish being hauled onto a pier, but was deeply grateful to be on a firm surface. They placed a headset on me, and the pilot asked me where we were going.

I was still pretty rattled, but managed to key up the mike. "Uh, to John Muir. It's that hospital over to your right about ten miles." I was secured in my seat next to the patient as the helicopter veered away from the mountain and headed off. Because of the speed of the Coast Guard aircraft, our flight time was only about three minutes, which gave me just enough time to start an IV and grab a blood pressure, no easy feat because my hands were still shaking badly. Our dispatch had called ahead to let John Muir know we were coming, but they knew that we were bringing a rock climber who had fallen. As we brought him into the trauma room and I gave report, I sank down in a chair and muttered to myself, "Never, never again."

Table of Contents

Preface to the Second Edition 5

1 Lifting Off 11

2 A Day in the life 29

3 Emotional Bunkers 38

4 The Amazing Jim 55

5 We're Not Omnipotent 68

6 In the Dead Zone 81

7 Hard Lessons 92

8 Blown Away on Interstate 5, and Other Stupid Human Tricks 115

9 Why I Missed Vince's Party 132

10 Too Close to Home 149

11 High Drama and Low Comedy 165

12 Aren't You Afraid You're Going to Crash? 174

13 The Day Oakland Burned 192

14 Two Feet on the Ground 212

15 A Time to Die 223

16 The Hardest Drive Home 236

Afterword 254

Glossary 265

Index 271

Preface

Introduction

IN 1987, I left a full-time job in the Seton Medical Center emergency department to take a position with California Shock / Trauma Air Rescue (CALSTAR), an air ambulance service in the San Francisco Bay Area. At the time, this was an emerging field, and CALSTAR was only three years old. I became enamored with the flying, and though I continued to do shift work in the ER, that was only a sideshow. My true love was the helicopter.

After three years in the air, I attended a stress debriefing class that was developed to help medical professionals cope with the awful spectacles we face on the job. One of the suggestions was to keep a journal as a way of dealing with the emotional pain. So I started to write, then I wrote some more. Stories started pouring out on paper. At first they were the horrible flights, usually involving children. Then came the amazing calls, the ones with remarkable circumstances or unusual interventions. Finally there were the ludicrous stories, the ones that were so absurd we came home laughing. I enjoyed my little hobby, and slowly the material began to pile up.

In 1996, I felt it was time to grow up and get a real job. Somehow I couldn't see being fifty and still making a living scraping drunks off the freeway. With the support of my husband, Mark, I returned to graduate school and after two nightmarish years, emerged with a Master's degree in nursing, specializing in anesthesia. I am now a full-time certified registered nurse anesthetist (CRNA). I love my new profession; but I still wistfully remember those wonderful years with CALSTAR.

I miss the breakneck pace of caring for critical trauma patients, and I miss the people I worked with. The relationships we shared were absolutely professional, yet intensely intimate at the same time. CALSTAR became an extended family, complete with bratty brothers and occasional spats that put us all on edge. Our work brought us all very close together in a sort of club that no one could really understand unless they had been part of it.

All the stories that follow are true, though some of the names and places have been changed for confidentiality: I hope they will give readers a glimpse of what the club was like.

Janice Hudson
January 2001

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