Really Good Luck

I was leaving the Universal City Hilton when the elevator stopped. The door opened, and a young man rushed in, blood dripping down his face.

“I have to get to a hospital. How do I get to a hospital?” he cried.

I told him to calm down and peered at his bloody scalp, but the light was too dim to make out anything. “I hit my head on the edge of a table,” he added. “I have to get to an emergency room!”

We left the elevator at the ground floor, and I looked more closely but couldn’t see anything alarming. Introducing myself as a doctor, I led him to the men’s room, and cleaned away the blood. There was no laceration, just a long scratch along his scalp that was oozing blood. I patted it dry, applied a dressing, and assured him that it was not serious and didn’t require a trip to an ER. He felt better.

A Mystery

Universal Assistance asked me to see a young woman with abdominal pain at the Airport Hyatt. According to the dispatcher, she had no other symptoms.

Arriving in the room, I learned things the insurance dispatcher hadn’t mentioned. The woman was three months pregnant and had noticed vaginal bleeding. It’s surprising how often doctors know the diagnosis as soon they set foot in the room, but it looks bad to blurt it out, so I asked questions, performed an exam, and then delivered my conclusions. She was having a miscarriage and had to go to an emergency room. 

The following afternoon, the lady’s husband called. They were back in the hotel. The emergency room doctor had diagnosed a miscarriage. Then he had discharged her. But she was still bleeding. Was that normal?...

Bleeding stops when a miscarriage is complete; if it continues, a doctor performs a D&C to scrape away remaining tissue. I have no explanation of why the doctor sent her out still bleeding. I told the husband that, sadly, he would have to take her back. The second time she received her D&C.