Physicians as First Responders I

When I was an intern and junior resident there was a fellow house officer who seemed to be a magnet for out-of-hospital emergencies. There were a couple of car accidents, a baby to be delivered, an elderly neighbor with alarming chest pain, and a little old lady with syncope, plus a few playground incidents that required more than a little on-site tending and triage. It got to the point where he felt he needed to raid the hospital supply closets to build himself a proper emergency kit.

Envious of his excitement I, of course, followed suit. However, my well-appointed plastic tackle box remained unopened on the floor behind the driver’s seat in my car. Sure, there were Band-Aids to be dispensed from time to time but mostly I was the on-site reassurer and triage consultant at the playground. I almost never suggested a trip to the emergency room. No little old ladies crumpled to the floor in front of me in the checkout line at the grocery store. No distracted teenage drivers plowed into telephone poles anywhere within earshot.

When I began my practice here on the midcoast of Maine, my protective aura traveled with me. I went looking for excitement by signing on as the team physician for the local high school football team. But, other than a few minor concussions, which in those days we “treated” with a “sit on the bench for awhile and I’ll ask you a few questions,” my first responder experiences continued to be boringly undramatic. Not even any obvious dislocations or angulated fractures on the playground or athletic fields I frequented.

My professional adventures were confined to the hospital, where every physician regardless of specialty training was required to take a shift covering the emergency room. Talk about a situation looking for trouble. The concept of physicians with specialty training in emergency room medicine had not yet occurred to anyone in rural Maine. Although there were anxiety-provoking nights waiting for the disasters to arrive, somehow the shit never hit the fan while I was on duty.

Finally, after several more years of this bad (or good) fortune I was on a bike ride out in the country alone on a back road and came upon a fresh single-vehicle-single-occupant accident. Steam and smoke coming out of the engine compartment, the young driver slumped over the steering wheel. I was able to pry the door open but couldn’t find a pulse. I thumped him three times on the chest and eventually could detect a pulse and he began to stir. When the ambulance arrived I dragged my bike into the back of the ambulance with me and monitored him on the way to the hospital. He did fine, only to die in another accident a few years later.

A recent article in one of our local newspapers described a fledgling program in which three emergency room physicians are being equipped with supplies and communication links that will allow them to respond to emergent situations in the field. The program is currently seeking to extend its funding for another year. Its advocates argue that the need is twofold. There is currently a regional shortage of fully trained first responder EMTs. And having an extra pair of hands in the field could ease the burden of the already overutilized emergency rooms.

I am sure the physicians who have signed on to become first responders are passionate about the need and probably enjoy the excitement of in-the-field professional experiences, much as my fellow house officer did. However, were I sitting on the committee that controls the funding of programs like this I would want to take a step back and consider whether using primary care physicians, who are already in short supply, as first responders made sense. Some of the scenarios may be dramatic and the physician’s contribution may be life saving. But I suspect in the long run these headline-making stories will be few and far between.

The argument that putting physicians in the field will make a significant dent in the emergency room overutilization crisis we have in this country doesn’t hold water. Extending outpatient office hours, education, and improved phone triage to name just a few would have a bigger impact. I suspect there are other countries and even some counties in this country that may already use physicians as first responders. It just doesn’t seem to be a model that will work well given the realities in most semirural and suburban locales.

The real question that must wait for another Letters From Maine column is how well prepared should all of us who have graduated from medical school be to function as first responders. There are thousands of us out there who initially had the training and could, with some updating, become a valuable source of first-responders. Where do issues like continuing education requirements and Good Samaritan protection fit into the equation? The answers in a future Letter.

Dr. Wilkoff practiced primary care pediatrics in Brunswick, Maine, for nearly 40 years. He has authored several books on behavioral pediatrics, including “How to Say No to Your Toddler.” Other than a Littman stethoscope he accepted as a first-year medical student in 1966, Dr. Wilkoff reports having nothing to disclose. Email him at pdnews@mdedge.com.

When I was an intern and junior resident there was a fellow house officer who seemed to be a magnet for out-of-hospital emergencies. There were a couple of car accidents, a baby to be delivered, an elderly neighbor with alarming chest pain, and a little old lady with syncope, plus a few playground incidents that required more than a little on-site tending and triage. It got to the point where he felt he needed to raid the hospital supply closets to build himself a proper emergency kit.

Envious of his excitement I, of course, followed suit. However, my well-appointed plastic tackle box remained unopened on the floor behind the driver’s seat in my car. Sure, there were Band-Aids to be dispensed from time to time but mostly I was the on-site reassurer and triage consultant at the playground. I almost never suggested a trip to the emergency room. No little old ladies crumpled to the floor in front of me in the checkout line at the grocery store. No distracted teenage drivers plowed into telephone poles anywhere within earshot.

When I began my practice here on the midcoast of Maine, my protective aura traveled with me. I went looking for excitement by signing on as the team physician for the local high school football team. But, other than a few minor concussions, which in those days we “treated” with a “sit on the bench for awhile and I’ll ask you a few questions,” my first responder experiences continued to be boringly undramatic. Not even any obvious dislocations or angulated fractures on the playground or athletic fields I frequented.

My professional adventures were confined to the hospital, where every physician regardless of specialty training was required to take a shift covering the emergency room. Talk about a situation looking for trouble. The concept of physicians with specialty training in emergency room medicine had not yet occurred to anyone in rural Maine. Although there were anxiety-provoking nights waiting for the disasters to arrive, somehow the shit never hit the fan while I was on duty.

Finally, after several more years of this bad (or good) fortune I was on a bike ride out in the country alone on a back road and came upon a fresh single-vehicle-single-occupant accident. Steam and smoke coming out of the engine compartment, the young driver slumped over the steering wheel. I was able to pry the door open but couldn’t find a pulse. I thumped him three times on the chest and eventually could detect a pulse and he began to stir. When the ambulance arrived I dragged my bike into the back of the ambulance with me and monitored him on the way to the hospital. He did fine, only to die in another accident a few years later.

A recent article in one of our local newspapers described a fledgling program in which three emergency room physicians are being equipped with supplies and communication links that will allow them to respond to emergent situations in the field. The program is currently seeking to extend its funding for another year. Its advocates argue that the need is twofold. There is currently a regional shortage of fully trained first responder EMTs. And having an extra pair of hands in the field could ease the burden of the already overutilized emergency rooms.

I am sure the physicians who have signed on to become first responders are passionate about the need and probably enjoy the excitement of in-the-field professional experiences, much as my fellow house officer did. However, were I sitting on the committee that controls the funding of programs like this I would want to take a step back and consider whether using primary care physicians, who are already in short supply, as first responders made sense. Some of the scenarios may be dramatic and the physician’s contribution may be life saving. But I suspect in the long run these headline-making stories will be few and far between.

The argument that putting physicians in the field will make a significant dent in the emergency room overutilization crisis we have in this country doesn’t hold water. Extending outpatient office hours, education, and improved phone triage to name just a few would have a bigger impact. I suspect there are other countries and even some counties in this country that may already use physicians as first responders. It just doesn’t seem to be a model that will work well given the realities in most semirural and suburban locales.

The real question that must wait for another Letters From Maine column is how well prepared should all of us who have graduated from medical school be to function as first responders. There are thousands of us out there who initially had the training and could, with some updating, become a valuable source of first-responders. Where do issues like continuing education requirements and Good Samaritan protection fit into the equation? The answers in a future Letter.

Dr. Wilkoff practiced primary care pediatrics in Brunswick, Maine, for nearly 40 years. He has authored several books on behavioral pediatrics, including “How to Say No to Your Toddler.” Other than a Littman stethoscope he accepted as a first-year medical student in 1966, Dr. Wilkoff reports having nothing to disclose. Email him at pdnews@mdedge.com.

When I was an intern and junior resident there was a fellow house officer who seemed to be a magnet for out-of-hospital emergencies. There were a couple of car accidents, a baby to be delivered, an elderly neighbor with alarming chest pain, and a little old lady with syncope, plus a few playground incidents that required more than a little on-site tending and triage. It got to the point where he felt he needed to raid the hospital supply closets to build himself a proper emergency kit.

Envious of his excitement I, of course, followed suit. However, my well-appointed plastic tackle box remained unopened on the floor behind the driver’s seat in my car. Sure, there were Band-Aids to be dispensed from time to time but mostly I was the on-site reassurer and triage consultant at the playground. I almost never suggested a trip to the emergency room. No little old ladies crumpled to the floor in front of me in the checkout line at the grocery store. No distracted teenage drivers plowed into telephone poles anywhere within earshot.

When I began my practice here on the midcoast of Maine, my protective aura traveled with me. I went looking for excitement by signing on as the team physician for the local high school football team. But, other than a few minor concussions, which in those days we “treated” with a “sit on the bench for awhile and I’ll ask you a few questions,” my first responder experiences continued to be boringly undramatic. Not even any obvious dislocations or angulated fractures on the playground or athletic fields I frequented.

My professional adventures were confined to the hospital, where every physician regardless of specialty training was required to take a shift covering the emergency room. Talk about a situation looking for trouble. The concept of physicians with specialty training in emergency room medicine had not yet occurred to anyone in rural Maine. Although there were anxiety-provoking nights waiting for the disasters to arrive, somehow the shit never hit the fan while I was on duty.

Finally, after several more years of this bad (or good) fortune I was on a bike ride out in the country alone on a back road and came upon a fresh single-vehicle-single-occupant accident. Steam and smoke coming out of the engine compartment, the young driver slumped over the steering wheel. I was able to pry the door open but couldn’t find a pulse. I thumped him three times on the chest and eventually could detect a pulse and he began to stir. When the ambulance arrived I dragged my bike into the back of the ambulance with me and monitored him on the way to the hospital. He did fine, only to die in another accident a few years later.

A recent article in one of our local newspapers described a fledgling program in which three emergency room physicians are being equipped with supplies and communication links that will allow them to respond to emergent situations in the field. The program is currently seeking to extend its funding for another year. Its advocates argue that the need is twofold. There is currently a regional shortage of fully trained first responder EMTs. And having an extra pair of hands in the field could ease the burden of the already overutilized emergency rooms.

I am sure the physicians who have signed on to become first responders are passionate about the need and probably enjoy the excitement of in-the-field professional experiences, much as my fellow house officer did. However, were I sitting on the committee that controls the funding of programs like this I would want to take a step back and consider whether using primary care physicians, who are already in short supply, as first responders made sense. Some of the scenarios may be dramatic and the physician’s contribution may be life saving. But I suspect in the long run these headline-making stories will be few and far between.

The argument that putting physicians in the field will make a significant dent in the emergency room overutilization crisis we have in this country doesn’t hold water. Extending outpatient office hours, education, and improved phone triage to name just a few would have a bigger impact. I suspect there are other countries and even some counties in this country that may already use physicians as first responders. It just doesn’t seem to be a model that will work well given the realities in most semirural and suburban locales.

The real question that must wait for another Letters From Maine column is how well prepared should all of us who have graduated from medical school be to function as first responders. There are thousands of us out there who initially had the training and could, with some updating, become a valuable source of first-responders. Where do issues like continuing education requirements and Good Samaritan protection fit into the equation? The answers in a future Letter.

Dr. Wilkoff practiced primary care pediatrics in Brunswick, Maine, for nearly 40 years. He has authored several books on behavioral pediatrics, including “How to Say No to Your Toddler.” Other than a Littman stethoscope he accepted as a first-year medical student in 1966, Dr. Wilkoff reports having nothing to disclose. Email him at pdnews@mdedge.com.