I’m almost going to print this up and drop it in a couple of hospitalist’s mail boxes as they completely buggered their management of the hypotensive patient.
So here’s the story…
50-odd year old dude comes in with bilateral foot wounds, both medicine and podiatry are seeing him. They start antibiotics and aggressive debridement of the said foot wounds. To complicate matters, dude is “fluffy”. Y’know, 400+ and we can’t tell if he is edematous or not. It’s all fluff. Instead of thinking sepsis, they’re thinking he needs to be diuresed. Considering a history of CHF, not a bad idea. But as he’s getting massive doses of IV Lasix, we’re talking drip rates in the 40mg/hour range here, his urine output starts to drop. It dwindles, then nearly completely stops. Bad sign, right?
As this is happening, his pressures are following the exact same path, dwindling down to nothing over nothing. We’re talking 60/doppler and his pulse is dandy. But here’s the thing: he is completely alert and oriented, talking a mile a minute watching the Food Network.
This goes on for 4 days and 5 nights. Yes, 5 fucking nights. The nursing staff would call the the on-call staff, explain the situation and be rewarded with, “Oh, uh, turn off the Lasix.” or “Uh, um…give him a 500ml bolus of NS.” The staff leave detailed notes in the progress notes about the situation so that they can be reviewed by the next day’s docs, but still nothing is done. Maybe some more piddly-ass boluses that do a whole lot of nothing, but produce no net effect.
Finally on Day 5 (yes, Day 5) as his kidney function is truly in the shitter (creatinine is like 4.0), his ‘lytes are all wacky, his H/H is crap, he barely has any albumin, he hasn’t made urine in 4 days and has been getting goofy at night needing higher amounts of O2, someone decides to actually DO something. 2 units of packed cells, albumin q8, a couple of decent fluid boluses and dopamine. Finally.
And as if by magic, he gets a blood pressure. A real blood pressure, like 120’s/80’s. He slowly starts to make urine. His O2 need starts to go back to baseline and he’s no longer goofy. Podiatry decides that now that he is stable it is time to do surgery to lop off the now gangrenous foot and get on with definitive care.
Here’s the thing: we could have fixed him on night 1 had the on-call doc been willing to look and realize something was not right. Could we have called a Rapid Response? Yes, but he wasn’t truly in need of it. He was relatively stable, with the exception of no blood pressure and no urine. Besides, we figured that we could manage him on the floor without the ICU.
No one seemed to be cognizant of the fact he was in septic shock from those nasty feet of his. That is until a prog note was written post-surgery that basically said, “acute on chronic renal failure and septic shock.” Finally someone got it.