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Emergency Doctor

Emergency Doctor

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by Edward Ziegler, Lewis R. Goldfrank (With), Lewis R. Goldfrank

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Hundreds of people slam through its doors every day: gun-shot cops, battered kids, drug addicts, and suicides, destitute drunks, homeless people, AIDS sufferers, and accident victims. It's a bizarre parade of humanity looking for help — in the one place they know they can find it.

Welcome to the frontline trenches of medicine: the emergency room of


Hundreds of people slam through its doors every day: gun-shot cops, battered kids, drug addicts, and suicides, destitute drunks, homeless people, AIDS sufferers, and accident victims. It's a bizarre parade of humanity looking for help — in the one place they know they can find it.

Welcome to the frontline trenches of medicine: the emergency room of the legendary Bellevue Hospital. Here, an army of doctors and nurses faces the onslaught of young and old, rich and ragged, sick and dying. All day, all night. All year.This is their story — an around-the-clock drama of the unexpected: a crane falling on a hapless pedestrian; a crazed executive wearing two-thirds of a three-piece suit; a pretty paralegal aide struggling with an on-the-job cocaine overdose; a trauma victim of an East River helicopter crash clinging to life. It's terrifying, tragic, triumphant ... and true.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The emergency rooms at Manhattan's Bellevue Hospitalthe country's oldest municipal hospital, founded 250 years agotreat some 300 patients daily; three-fourths of the cases involve alcohol or drug abuse and a disproportionate number of the patients are paupers. It is a matter of pride for Goldfrank, director of the service, that no one is turned away, even as the department's resources are strained with indigent patients ``dumped'' from private clinics. With Reader's Digest editor Ziegler, Goldfrank and other Bellevue medical and housekeeping personnel recreate the somber, heroic, taxing work-a-day demands of saving lives under emergency conditions, including the lives of ``regulars'' like Eighth Street Eddie who needs to be deloused as well as treated and prisoners handcuffed to guards. The book is at once a social and medical document, overlong and, on occasion, tediously repetitious but gut-wrenching, heartwarming and instructive about the exigencies of this branch of medicine as practiced at the legendary institution. 25,000 first printing; $25,000 ad/promo; author tour. (September 2)
Library Journal
New York City's Bellevue Hospital is one of a dwindling number of American hospitals which care for everyone who comes to them, regardless of the patient's ability to pay. On Bellevue's front line is its highly acclaimed Emergency Department, directed by Dr. Lewis Goldfrank. This chilling account of the daily activity here is less a biography of Goldfrank than a paean to the staff of the Emergency Department, and an indictment of the American health care system. Accounts of some of the cases Goldfrank's team has treated are interspersed with the frightening facts about AIDS, cocaine abuse, and the plight of the poor in modern American cities. Fascinating and profoundly disturbing, this belongs in most public libraries. Susan B. Hagloch, Tuscarawas Cty. P.L., New Philadelphia, Ohio

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Emergency Doctor

Chapter One

An Overturned Crane

It was almost noon on a bright spring day when the thirty-five-ton crane began to unload steel rods from a flat-bed truck idling at curb side. The site was that of a projected forty-two-story luxury condominium on Third Avenue between Sixty-third and Sixty-fourth streets in Manhattan.

As the extended arm of the machine began to lift a load of rods and swing them over toward the construction excavation, lunchtime pedestrians scurried uncomfortably along a sidewalk bordered by plywood barrier, behind which was the pit from which the building would rise. Two women brushed past a third. This third woman was virtually in the shadow of the machine as its loaded arm began to counterbalance the base of the crane, causing it to tip up on two of its giant wheels.

For an instant, the machine wavered, angled oddly toward the excavation. The first two women sensed something amiss and rushed to get away. The third, Brigitte Gerney, was not so fortunate. She tried to retrace her steps toward Sixty-fourth Street.

"Get out of the way! We're going over!" a voice close to her shouted. It was the twenty-nine-year-old construction worker who was at the controls of the heavy machine. Below him, the sidewalk which had been undermined by the excavation of the past few days began to cave in. Then, amid the splintering of wood and the screech of bending metal, the crane turned over, trapping Mrs. Gerney suddenly underneath and coming to rest upside down at the edge of the abyss. Only a thin course of lightly framed plywood resting atop an I-beam seemed to be keeping the crane from plunging with its victim some thirty feet into the construction pit below.

"It was like an earthquake," Mrs. Gerney later recalled. "I remember my bag flying out of my hands. I heard the noise of all the bones cracking in my legs."

For the forty-nine-year-old Manhattan mother of two, it was the beginning of a seemingly endless ordeal. Both of her legs were pinned at a point ten inches above the knees between an edge of the giant machine and the crumbled sidewalk. As the crane came to rest, her right leg seemed to be almost severed, her left severely crushed. "I felt the warm blood going out and I had the impression that my legs wer completely cut off," she would remember months later. After a moment of shocked disbelief, she cried out: "Get this off me!" Her cries set in motion one of the most intensely observed rescue attempts New York had experienced in years.

* * *

The fate of Mrs. Gerney would depend in some significant degree on a doctor who as yet had no awareness of her predicament. Some forty blocks downtown, at Bellevue Hospital, on First Avenue and Twenty-sixth Street, a phone rang in the crowded doctors' station just behind the triage* desk, at the principal entry into the Emergency Department. It is here that emergency medical specialists make their initial judgments, separating all cases into one of three categories: "emergent" (gunshot wounds, heart attacks), "urgent" (broken bone, minor cuts) and "non-urgent" (sore throats, rashes).

The attending physician on duty immediately acknowledged the message and made his triage decision, "emergent," and set in motioin the machinery to dispatch a physician in the mobile emergency rescue van (MERVan) to the scene. Whenever the Bellevue MERVan, rolls, the first person to be apprised is Dr. Lewis Goldfrank, Director of the Emergency Department (ED) at Bellevue.

Goldfrank is a tall and vigorous man in his mid-forties who had been striding swiftly toward one of the trauma slots to look in on a seven-year-old girl who had been hit by a taxi and had just been brought in. As her stretcher was wheeled by, he could tell at a glance that the girl's color was good but her breathing was labored -- sounding like the muted squealing associated with airway compromise. He swiftly assigned a team of physicians and nurses to the little girl's care, then paused momentarily to hear the specifics about the crane.

At least one person was trapped. Two others had just been freed with superficial injuries. One of the city's Emergency Medical Services ambulances was on its way to the scene and police paramedics were even then burrowing their way toward Mrs. Gerney.

Goldfrank sought out the senior attending physician on duty. That was Kathleen Delaney, a Los Angeles native who, after progressing toward a Ph.D. in biochemistry at UCLA, had applied instead to medical school, and enrolled at Columbia University's College of Physicians and Surgeons. Now, nine years later, she was board certified in internal medicine and was just completing her second year of full-time service at Bellevue's Emergency Department.

"Kathy? Can you go with the MERVan to that crane accident?

"Sure. Where?"

The attending physician at the doctors' station gave the particulars and sent word to the parking area, tucked into a courtyard behind a neighboring building, where the MERVan was parked, ready to go at a moment's notice. This kind of van, a small replica of an emergency room, extends the walls of Bellevue Hospital's Emergency Department into the streets. Two or three times a week, the MERVan is called on to augment the service that Emergency Medical Service (EMS) ambulances normally provide.

So successful has been the experience with such emergency medical services that the familiar term "DOA" -- dead on arrival -- has be come something of a rarity on the Bellevue Emergency Department charts. Dr. Delaney ran out the sliding doors of the ambulance entrance and stepped into the MERVan, which then made a wide swing around the hospital drive and went howling off up First Avenue.

Goldfrank continued with his tasks -- overseeing the work of the trauma team and pediatric staff working on the little girl ...

Emergency Doctor. Copyright © by Edward Ziegler. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Edward Ziegler is a former editor at Reader’s Digest.

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prone777 More than 1 year ago
i really loved this book it taught me alot of thing i didn't know and refreshed a lot that i knew it really made me interested in toxicology, and the way different drugs work..it also made me want to work at bellevue to get some great ed experience I've hi lited almost the whole book and always go back to it for info dr gold frank has inspired me to continue my goals in the medical field,,to go to nursing school and work in toxicology dept so many drugs and interactions and reactions and just knowing what to give and do..i'll probally would buy his toxicology books and read them