On the first page of his new book, The Checklist Manifesto: How to Get Things Right, Boston surgeon Atul Gawande tells the story of a man who arrives at an ER with a stab wound on Halloween night. The doctors cut off his clothes and examine him head to toe. There it is: “a neat two-inch red slit in his belly, pouting open like a fish mouth. A thin mustard yellow strip of omental fat tongued out of it—fat from inside his abdomen, not the pale yellow superficial fat that lies beneath the skin.”
The patient is stable, though pie-eyed, and babbling incoherently. It seems that he had become involved in a disagreement that turned nasty at a Halloween party.
The injury doesn’t look too bad. The team leaves the patient waiting on a stretcher while the OR was prepped.
Then, a nurse notices that he has stopped babbling. On closer inspection, it turned out that his heart rate is skyrocketing, and his blood pressure barely detectible. The trauma team can’t get his blood pressure up. They are losing the patient, and have no idea why.
They “crash” into the operating room, “stretcher flying, nurses racing . . ..” There the surgeon grabs “a fat no. 10 blade and slices down through the skin of the man’s abdomen in one clean determined swipe from rib cage to pubis.”
He then parts the fat underneath the skin and pierces his way into the abdominal cavity when “suddenly a ocean of blood burst out of the patient.” The blood is everywhere.
“The assailant’s knife had gone more than a foot through the man’s skin, through the fat, through the muscle, past the intestine, along the left of his spinal column, and right into his aorta, the main artery from the heart.” Hence, the blood..
One physician notes that he hadn’t seen a wound like this since Vietnam.
Indeed. They later discovered that “the other guy” at the costume party was dressed like a soldier and carrying a bayonet.