The nurse told the Hennepin County Medical Center residents that mass casualties were arriving from a bomb blast at a light-rail station.
The simulated scenario was sprung on the residents Thursday morning as they worked at stabilizing a child-mannequin with an asthma attack.
If they were surprised at the abrupt and dramatic reassignment, the residents didn’t show it. They smoothly shifted over to care for patients with life-threatening injuries.
The simulation involved both mannequins and living colleagues from the hospital who stumbled in on their own or were wheeled in needing tourniquets, breathing tubes, head scans and surgery.
“We’re really trying to shift learning from didactic to experiential,” said John Hick, HCMC’s medical director for emergency preparedness. Hick helped organize and evaluate the first-of-its-kind drill for the hospital’s emergency medicine residents.
The goal was to simulate an incident like the bombing at the 2013 Boston Marathon, after which dozens of patients with battlefield-type wounds flooded into hospitals needing immediate treatment to stay alive. “This is the kind of thing that is unfortunately becoming par for metro areas,” Hick said of the training.
HCMC is one of three Level 1 trauma centers in the Twin Cities, outfitted to treat the most critically injured patients. It’s also a teaching hospital, with a state-of-the-art simulated emergency room in the bowels of the complex.
The teacher-physicians run scenarios from a control room behind one-way mirrors. They can dilate the pupils on the mannequins, make them talk, breath, cry and bleed.
Nurses played scripted roles. “We have no information. All were brought in by car,” one nurse told the residents about the first three patients. One woman was pregnant. A small child was whimpering.
“Sir, sir, can you tell me where you hurt?” one resident asked a man on a gurney.
Then, moments later, “we’ve got another patient here” and in came a mannequin with his lower right leg blown off, burns on an arm and a testicle ripped open. He eventually died, but not from the bleeding. The residents hadn’t treated a lung problem quickly enough.
Other patients continued to trickle in dazed, dripping blood and stumbling. One mannequin’s wounds looked small from the outside, but he was gushing blood all over the floor.
A teenager with a forearm wound and a tourniquet repeatedly got up and tried to leave. Each time, a resident correctly stopped him.
Throughout the 45-minute drill, no one raised a voice. The residents moved methodically and calmly, their treatment creating a stream of queries and statements.
“No breath sounds even though he’s on a ventilator?”
“That’s just the bladder, not the spine.”
“His pressure’s dropping; he’s about to pass out. He’s got a penetrating abdominal wound.”
“We’ve got two liters of blood going, we need to go to the OR [operating room].”
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