You get pretty cynical when you work in large ER centers. Intermixed with the real emergencies, comes a variety of complaints that belong simply with “Ask a Nurse”. Instead, I am amazed at how long people wait to be seen (often 3-4 hours) to ask about a swollen lip, or a mild case of diarrhea. It’s 2 in the morning, why in the world would you care about a tick bite right now?!! But, still they come, for whatever reasons, clogging our hallways and rooms and giving those of us who work shifts in the ER a dismal outlook on humanity’s judgment of the term emergency room.
The problem is, you can’t let the cynicism encase you. I was reminded of this last night during one of my weekend ER shifts. The young woman I came to see said her complaint was “bumps in skin”. I felt the wheels of “oh brother” starting to turn in my brain. Still, with utmost respect in my voice I asked about these 2 bumps just noticed that day. They caused no pain, had no redness surrounding. One was on her lower belly, about a ½ inch felt just below a small fat layer. The other, on her back thigh was a similar size, and also soft and movable. It felt very similar to a lipoma, or small fatty blob we all get sometimes.
I told her they were nothing- internally rolling my eyes, that she had felt this was of such importance that it would be an emergency. Before I walked away tho, I asked her about the cough she had been exhibiting throughout the exam. “oh that”, the young 25 year old said, “ I was just diagnosed with cancer last week, it’s in my lungs, but they aren’t sure where it came from, maybe my uterus or cervix”
Just like that, grace abounded. Her unreasonable medical “emergency” didn’t matter any more. This poor girl was dying. I found out she had had a CT scan last week, so went to see if these bumps were there last week. The blobs were there on the scans, and more likely little cancer mets in her skin than fat collections. I glanced at her X-ray, showing the diffuse metastatic cancer riddling her lungs. While still not emergency material, I realized now why this patient was in our ER. She was afraid. She had cancer spreading and chewing it’s way thru her body, and she had every right to worry about bumps in her skin.
The lesson of course is to give everyone the right for their silly complaints. I might disagree with how emergent their reason is for walking thru our doors, but I’m still their doctor, and it’s still my job to help heal- even if it’s just respectful reassurance.