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Your patient is unresponsive. They are also cool, and diaphoretic. You are thinking they are diabetic. You have pricked their finger to get a capillary blood glucose. This is the moment of truth. You are actually hoping for the reading to come back LO or at least less than 50. If it does, you relax, you believe the issue is simply low blood sugar and some IV dextrose will have the person back to normal and maybe even signing a refusal in no time. But if the blood glucose comes back normal, that’s bad. That means something else is causing the patient to be unresponsive and cool and clammy, something far more sinister and less responsive to treatment than hypoglycemia. You wait as the meter counts down. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

If it is LO – You give IV Dextrose. If it is normal – you start thinking maybe this is a stroke or cardiac (what does the monitor say?) or it is hypovolemia (You would likely already know this by an absent or weak thready pulse).

If they are hypoglycemic, there can be a second moment of truth. In most cases, they respond and wake up and swear that they knew they should have eaten and damn, where are they? And no, absolutely, no, they don’t want to go to the hospital. But sometimes, they don’t respond and you check the sugar again, and it is now normal or even high, and they are just like they were – cool, clammy, unresponsive. The low blood sugar either wasn’t the cause of this episode and is just a symptom of it, or they have been with low blood sugar so long some damage has been done.

I have had several patients over the years who I encountered with low blood sugar, who ended up going into cardiac arrest on me. One was a man with very poor IV access. I couldn’t get a line, so I took out the glucagon. Unfortunately, I dropped one of the vials, and had to get down on all fours and reach under the stretcher for it. When I finally reached it and came back up, now eye level to eye level with the supine patient, he looked different to me. Different like his eyes were open and lifeless and he was not breathing. I know one medic who encountered a patient with low blood sugar, loaded him into the back of his ambulance, told the family their loved one would be fine, and when they met him again at the hospital, the ambulance doors open, the embarrassed medic was doing CPR.

The other day I had a woman found unresponsive in a car and vomiting. She was cool and diaphoretic. Her husband said she was a diabetic. Something didn’t strike me right about the call. As the first medic there checked the sugar, the number came back – 129. Normal. All right, let’s get moving, we both agreed. The woman was hypotensive. BP of 80/40, then 70/36. The heart rate was 60. We didn’t have knowledge of her meds other than she took insulin. The woman groaned and was alert enough now to complain of severe abdominal pain, as well as pain in the back. We popped in two IVs and called in a medical alert. Her belly was hard and distended. We were both thinking maybe a GI bleed or a AAA. The 12-lead was normal – no STEMI. The lady was so clammy and hypotensive, I thought she was going to code on us.

They met us at the hospital with a full team. They did an emergency ultrasound that was inconclusive. When I checked back on the patient later, she was looking much better. Still in her ED room – not in the OR or up in ICU. Her skin warm and dry, her BP in 118/78. Pulse of 60. Sat – 98% on a cannula. Yesterday, I saw a nurse who take of her and asked for the bottom line. Likely constipation. It seems the patient hadn’t had a bowel movement in 5 days. Maybe she vagaled, the nurse said. She was disimpacted and went home that night.

Twenty years of this, and you never really know what you have. Diabetic, Triple AAA, GI bleed, or a vagaled constipation?

5,4,3,2,1…the answer isn’t always the answer.

Doughnuts

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They need medics to go on the air so we rush through our checklist and sign-on. They send us down to area nine and no sooner do we get there than they bang us with a wait and return. The pickup is not for a half an hour so it gives me a chance to eat some of the Tastease Midi Doughnuts I bought on the way into the city. A baker’s dozen for $4.75. Sometimes I buy a dozen, some times I buy two. I don’t eat doughnuts, but these are made by elves. I buy them just to look at them and to give them away to people. I give them to other EMTs, nurses, doctors, people at bus stops, homeless men. And sure, I admit I eat one or two (pumpkin and red velvet with raspberry crème now) myself. Good bye cute little doughnut. If you didn’t taste so good, I’d keep you on my dashboard just to look at you as counter to all the badness in the world.

I found the doughnut shop by accident one day. We had been dispatched for a cardiac arrest. We hit on our lights and sirens and started passing the traffic. Then another car self-dispatched itself by saying on the radio that they were “right on top of it,” and so dispatch cancelled us. “Look a doughnut shop,” I said suddenly(as we were being cancelled), “Hit the sirens off and pull over.” I take every opportunity to pull into a Dunk’n Doughnuts if there is one close by whenever we are cancelled. If people are upset and think we used our lights and sirens just to get to a doughnut shop, I say, “Sorry, I know it looks bad, but we just got cancelled off a call – and we happened to be hungry. We’ve been so busy with emergencies – no time to eat.” I get my laughs when I can.

Not a minute and fifty seconds after we cancelled on this particular call than the ambulance that was “right on it” went roaring by. Over the radio we soon heard it was not a code, but a nursing home patient who was a full code, who needed to go to the ED for a period of unresponsiveness. She had sleep apnea and was difficult to wake up. The crew sounded upset it wasn’t a cardiac arrest.

So anyway, I go into this little hole-in-the wall bakery, and the rest is well…an extra pound and a half on the scale despite my triathlon training.

On this morning, at the nursing home while waiting for our pickup, I give the rest of my doughnuts to the receptionist and she shares them with some nurse’s aides who swarm by like bees to honey. They all want to know where I got them. I tell them about the kind woman and man who run the tiny hole-in-the–wall bakery and about the elves who surely have to help them make these treats. Then seeing the bathroom key on the desk, I borrow it as we still have some time before our pickup. While I am in there doing my business, I hear a man’s voice discussing various flavored muffins. When I get out, I am horrified to learn, he is from the Alzheimer’s Society and he is setting up a bake sale. The aides all have their mouths closed and are not talking to the man. They all look guilty. Me, too. Sorry, man.

I never find out how the bake sale went because when we got up to the floor, it turned out our wait and return is already in the hospital, so we are cancelled. Dispatch sends us to Area 10.

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Tastease Mini and Midi Doughnuts 70 New Park Avenue (860) 233-2235

They open at 7 on Tuesday through Friday and 8 on Saturday. They are closed on Sunday and Monday. While they are open until 3 each day, it is not unusual for them to sell out in an hour or less, particularly on Saturdays.

*A Midi Doughnut is in between a regular sized doughnut and a mini doughnut.