It all happened in Room 14, bed 2. The two of them came in a few hours apart and were like carbon copies of one another. Both middle-aged men in their late forties, somewhat overweight, blue-collar machinists. Both fully insured but had not seen a doctor in ages because "I just hate doctors." Both with large, dedicated, anxious families at their bedsides, certain that if Dad went in to see the doctor -- in the ER no less -- it had to be serious!
Both felt foolish for being there and apologized for "wasting my time."
I could have just photocopied the first medical record and used it for both of them.
- feels like gas bubbles in the chest, non-radiating
- comes and goes for a week, worse today
- not worse with exertion nor relieved by rest
- not associated with nausea or shortness of breath
Told he had high blood pressure but was never treated.
Thinks the last time it was checked, his cholesterol was "a little high"
Father had early-onset heart problems
Both were symptom-free in the ER and had normal ECGs and a normal troponin.
I had identical, almost verbatim, conversations with both of them. "The good news is that the tests here look good and I can say that you are not having a heart attack." A quick look of relief flickered across both faces at this point as both wives exhaled deeply and said "Oh thank God." A pregnant pause follows. "The bad news is that the pain you describe is in some ways like heart pain, and you have risk factors for heart disease. I can't tell for sure whether there might be an impending heart attack, and we need to interpret these symptoms as a warning sign that further testing is needed. I want to admit you to the hospital for observation."
At this point, relieved and embarrassed, both wanted to just go home. Both tried to bargain -- promised to take meds and follow up with a doctor. Both wives demonstrated irritation and told their husbands not to be stupid. Both husbands irritably told their wives that "I knew it was nothing."
"Here's the thing, Mr _____," I respond, "I think the chance that this is your heart is low -- probably 5% or less. You like those odds, don't you?" Two nods with a subtle see, I told you so glance to to the wife. "But that's one in twenty," I continue, "and I am going to see twenty patients today. Do you want to be the one? Are you feelin' lucky, punk?" (The last bit delivered in my best Dirty Harry voice.) Both slumped back in defeat and their wives thanked me with immense satisfaction.
You never know. Both described symptoms much more suggestive of acid reflux than heart disease. I probably admit ten or twenty patients for observation for chest pain for each one that rules in. It's hard to do, because people hate to be admitted, the hospitalists don't want to do the admit, and it's a lot of work to admit someone. But you do it, because you don't want to fall into the "fallacy of knowing" and thinking you can predict in advance who will and who will not turn out to have "real disease." It is not very rewarding, and you feel like an idiot calling up the admitting doc twice in a row with a "low risk rule out that sounds more like GI disease than angina."
Patient number one was discharged from the hospital after eighteen hours of observation and a negative stress test. Patient number two had a triple bypass today, after ruling in and have three-vessel coronary artery disease showing up on angiogram.
30 January 2007
Posted by shadowfax at 10:12 AM