Wednesday, March 5, 2025

Assault or Homicide!

Athabasca Glacer

I was asked at a dinner if Paracetamol was a safe pain killer to take. My friends were so shocked to hear that 8 tablets might be enough to kill: yes 8 of the 500mg ones!

Cordelia 

Cordelia did not fit into the usual overdose teenager profile. I felt it safer to admit her to our adolescent unit.

She was from an upper class family. Her mother was a Lady, but was in her second marriage. Cordelia was from a previous marriage although little was known of her father. Mother provided very little information about the father except that Cordelia never knew him. My charge nurse whispered to me that in fact mother told him Cordelia was born outside wedlock.

At first, I thought it might be difficult for Cordelia to fit in with our adolescent unit crowd. On the contrary, possibly because many of the anorectic girls came from middle class families, she settled in and befriended the girls in no time, mixing in extremely well, too well perhaps.

I later discovered that the girls loved her because she ‘helped’ them. Yes, she did, by cleaning their plates.

Her mother was still in Verbier with her husband on a skiing holiday. As Cordelia’s life was not medically in danger, mother decided to finish her week of skiing instead of rushing back. She overdosed on her mother’s homeopathic medication as soon as mother and stepfather left for their vacation. Luckily the maid discovered the empty bottles and got her admitted to the paediatric ward, before I transferred her over to the adolescent unit.

Many overdoses happened when parent or parents were away for whatever reason. The worst case I never had a chance to see or treat. A girl took a massive dose of paracetamol and left a note to her single mother, who was spending the night with her new boy-friend and never came home until the next afternoon. By the time this mother got her daughter into hospital, it was rather too late for the drip and the girl died a very painful death. I believe some responsible chemists have now put a limit on the amount they sell to teenagers.

Friday night I had a call from the same junior who was in trouble for prescribing too little benzodiazepine for the alcoholic.

Cordelia took a massive overdose of Paracetamol, and we found the empty packets. We could not check blood level because she is afraid of needles.”

“But she is not afraid of razor blades, from the look of the cuts on both her wrists!”

Having dealt with so many overdose and self-harm cases over the years, I probably sounded blatantly unsympathetic.

“How did she get so much Paracetamol anyway?”

“The Anorectics helped get them for her.”

She ate their food, and they got her what she needed to kill herself! Nice deal.

Is this what friendship is about? Helping Anorectics not to have to eat? Helping Cordelia to commit suicide? Getting even!

If she really swallowed down that many packets, her liver will be damaged soon. What should I, mmmm, we do? Her parents are not here to give parental consent. It is so late or in fact so early in the morning, that it would be tricky to get hold of them. Would we be contravening her human rights if we were to drip her against her will?”

“Where is she?”

“Acute Medical as the Paediatric Ward is not geared to deal with such a case. My friend is on call at Medical, so I asked for a favour and got her transferred there. Sorry!”

“Brilliant! There is nothing to be sorry about. We have a life to save here!”

“My friend at Medical said she will need to drip her soon or her liver would be damaged and she will die. She said she will drip her if you OK it and blood level will be checked at the same time.”

Smart girl. We need more junior doctors like her to save lives!

“They will make sure she won’t be able to rip the drip off. My friend said she needs the consultant to OK it and it is going to be you instead of their own consultant as she is primarily a psychiatric patient.”

I told her that ASSAULT is always a lesser crime than HOMICIDE, even culpable homicide and I would OK it if they accept my authorisation over the phone. I would come in to sign the notes as soon as possible. She passed the phone to her friend who sounded very efficient and professional.

We are still at an age when saving lives is our number one priority, human rights or whatever.

Cordelia was saved. Blood level result proved that we or the Acute Medical Team was right in wanting to drip her ASAP.

But this was a small hospital, word got round quickly.

Was I wrong to force treatment on a patient without parental consent?

What could I say? If I had not done what I did, the patient would have died. In any case, I was in loco parentis as she was not an adult and her parents could not be contacted. In the worst case scenario, I could have been charged with ASSAULT and that in fact would have been far less serious than death and a culpable homicide offence, as I explained to my Junior on the night of the incidence.

What about the deal between Cordelia and her anorectic friends? Both parties might be guilty of manslaughter!



Extracted from the following book:


The Cockroach Catcher II: Attempted Living


USA: Check it out on Amazon


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The Cockroach Catcher II: Attempted Living.




 

Sunday, March 2, 2025

Ghost Range: Brain! Brain! Brain!

The first known professional female athlete has posthumously been diagnosed with CTE. 

Heather Anderson, who played for the Adelaide Crows, retired in 2017 after suffering on-field injuries including at least one confirmed diagnosed concussion.

Anderson took her own life in November 2022 at age 28.

Now the Australian Sports Brain Bank, which specialises in researching diseases associated with repeated head injuries, has confirmed she had "low-stage CTE" in her brain.

A recent visit to Santa Fe reminded me of one of Dr. Haffner’s most impressive cases.  A case that set the tone for me in my understanding of how our brain could recover contrary to what I was brought up in Neurology at Queen Square.
It was our first visit to Santa Fe in New Mexico which arguably had some of the famous places that has been used in an impressive number of films.  Ghost Range, White Sands and  Bandelier came to mind and of course there is Alamos, home of the Atomic Bomb that eventually finished off the Japanese and their atrocity especially in China.  Yet it is often as exciting to visit the local market on a Saturday as it is to visit famous sites.  We get to see some fresh local produce that local farmers are very proud of.  Quite unexpectedly something caught my attention at one of the stalls that reminded me of Christopher Haffner.
Everybody is afraid of Dr. Haffner at the Regional Child Psychiatric Clinic.  O.K. He is tall and quite formidable. He still carries a strong Austrian accent.  But he never shouts and he speaks very gently.  Perhaps it is because he seemed to know a good deal both within and without the medical field.  As a chief, he is unusual in knowing most things that people get up to.  One day, I was late with a family and when I got back to the office, Dr. Haffner was there looking through a number of files by the filing cabinets.  It was then that I knew how it was done.  But I am not going to tell you if I pick up this little trick from him.
Secretly though, we do know that we must take note of his utterances as he would have thrown in some gems that would affect our thinking.  Good teachers do throw in a new way of looking at things which may indeed be too obvious some times.
I later found out that he probably was one of the first to establish the three unusual in-patient units in one setting in the whole of Britain: a middle age group children’s unit where I was mainly placed, a unit for Autistic children and unusually a mother and child unit.  All the time I was there, I have not heard of another mother and child unit.
His take down of Eysenck and IQ test is the first shock I encountered and one of the side effects was years later when our girls were grown up, without prompting at all, they thanked me for never doing an IQ test on them.  His most memorable example was how a very high IQ genius when asked to pick up 3 lbs of tomatoes would fail abysmally when a untested child that has helped father at a market would come very close to it.
One day he announced that he is going to do a special presentation.  This is not something that happened often and when it did, we all make sure that we rearrange our appointments.
This was about two twins that were hardly six years old; identical twins.  One day father was taking the younger twin to some activity.  The parents always felt that it was important to bring them up separately although other parents of twins have the opposite view.  Unfortunately  they were involved in a very serious car accident. Both survived.  The boy suffered fairly serious concussion and was unconscious for around ten days.  He was eventually referred to Dr. Haffner.
The essence of his presentation was that he felt the brain can somehow recover and one advantage would be related to the young age of the patient.  At the beginning, the boy could not remember who he was and there was hardly any speech.  Mother decided to give up her teaching job to spend as much time with him.  From Dr. Haffner’s presentation, he has suggested that the parents should perhaps treat him as a new baby so that he can learn everything afresh.  It was a difficult first few months and then suddenly everything progressed rapidly.  Nine months after the accident: “I arranged for an IQ test and he is now within 10% of his brother!”
Wow!
“And IQ test does have its place!” He read my mind.


Back to Santa Fe Market:

            There was a little table with a pile of books and a little picture: Climbing Back.  A lady was behind the stall and she does not look like the usual market vegetable selling person.  So I started chatting to her.  She was promoting her book about her son’s journey back to life after a very serious accident.

Her name is Elise Rosenhaupt and her book is called Climbing Back: A Family's Journey through Brain Injury[1].

It was about her son Martin, who at the start of his second year at Harvard, was hit by a car and thrown 150 feet. He landed on his head, suffering severe traumatic brain injury.  So if anything it was much worse than Dr. Haffner’s patient who was thrown about at the back of the car although not much was known about how badly hit he was.  It was interesting to scan through her observation of the slow process of recovery, probably much slower than the much younger boy.  

It is a nice confirmation of how much more we know about our brain and nervous system.

Go to details page
Climbing Back: A Family's Journey Through Brain Injury
https://www.harvard.com/book/climbing_back_a_familys_journey_through_brain_injury/



Book to read:

9781780225920

Do No Harm is a remarkably simple book. So much so, The Guardian (the book was short listed for The Guardian ‘First Book Award’) asks, ‘Why has no one ever written a book like this before?’ Each chapter’s starting point is a real life case. The clinical and extra-curricular vignettes recited allow the reader the privilege of being a fly-on-the-wall during moments of incredible personal and professional strain, sometimes during frank disaster, and occasionally during enormous relief and hilarity. In total, the book makes up a lean, unadorned, honest memoir of just some of the emotional thrills and surgical spills from a life spent in a busy tertiary neurosurgical unit. There is no twisting, confluent, fictional, engineered storyline because the quotidian of Marsh’s operating theatres, clinic rooms and foreign trips provides a surplus of heroes and heartache to sate the appetite of even the most demanding reader, publisher or dramaturge. 

 Link: https://blogs.bmj.com/medical-humanities/2015/02/10/the-reading-room-a-review-of-henry-marshs-do-no-harm/

The Old views on Brain.

When I was training in London in the 70s, I spent some time at Queen Square. Those in the know will recognize it as the place for neurology this side of the Atlantic. It was drilled into us then that sadly we were given a number of brain cells when we were born and it was all downhill from then on or something to that effect. It was well known that neurologists were great diagnosticians but for most neurological conditions, not much could be done. How depressing indeed. Even as recently as four weeks ago, I heard a young doctor told his father that there was nothing he could do with his brain cells. One is given so many at birth and no more can be expected. Lord Brain (1895-1966) would have been so proud.

Yet it was also London that shook the world with new discoveries about the brain, and the study was on the most unlikely group of people: Taxi drivers. Their “KNOWLEDGE” was the basis of our knowledge on brain plasticity today. The “KNOWLEDGE” is a term officially used to describe the test the Taxi Drivers had to take to get the licence to drive Taxis in London. Streets in Londonhave evolved over time and are not on any grid system at all. Early postmortem examinations led some pathologists to note the small size of the Taxi drivers’ frontal lobes. Yet actual weight measurement showed that size was all relative. It was the enlarged hippocampal region that created that impression. Later work using modern scanning techniques confirmed the early impressions.

If two to four years of “KNOWLEDGE” acquisition can change the size of the brain in a grown adult, what else could we do?

The rest, as they say, is history.