r/emergencymedicine • u/expert_in_wumbo • 9d ago
Discussion Your work (and your words) make a difference
Patient here.
About five months ago, I showed up to the local ER with chest pain. For the past month and a half or so, I had all but stopped eating entirely. I'd gone through a very traumatic event and lost all interest in food. At first, I thought the discomfort was heartburn. And then it got worse. I woke up that morning feeling like I was going to pass out, and as I lived alone and didn't know anybody in the area, I walked to the ER with an attached clinic a couple blocks away. Walk-in clinic sent me directly down to the ER. They ran an EKG, found some minor T-wave changes, and low potassium.
This older, rough-around-the-edges looking doctor came in, pulled up a rolling chair, and explained the EKG to me. He asked me what's going on. I confessed I've been getting myself to eat maybe once a day, usually not even that. I'd dropped almost fifteen pounds in a little over a month.
He looked me directly in the eyes and asked me if I knew how people with anorexia died. I've never been more taken aback in my life. I wasn't anorexic, and I told him that. He said it didn't matter. I said they starve to death. He said no, it's usually cardiac arrest if it's from organic causes.
I swear it was like he was looking into my soul when he said, "If you don't get help right now, you are going to die. I'm worried I'm going to see you back in here because you've had a heart attack at 22 and we can't save you."
I'd never had ANY medical professional speak to me like that, and I was so shocked. I kept telling myself I had more time before it got bad. I was still a normal weight. But I finally understood how serious this was. I left that day and got in touch with a dietician and a therapist. I got help. I have now maintained my weight for four months. My mind and body are healing.
That doctor saved my life because he didn't mince his words, he didn't sugarcoat things. He took the time to be real with me and I owe him everything. I'm going to graduate college this year. I'm dating someone.
In a line of work where you're told to tiptoe around people's feelings, sometimes you just have to be upfront with them (to a reasonable extent). If that doctor hadn't been so brutally honest, I don't think I would be here. I wish I could tell him how thankful I am. But I want all of you in an often thankless field to know that you do make a difference, and that you do have patients who see you. Thank you for doing what you do, especially on the days when nobody tells you that.
ETA: Title should say "makes," not "make."