Someone dislocated something the other day, so I asked for some etomidate.

This is my go-to med for conscious sedations (this new term, “procedural sedation & analgesia,” I don’t see ever catching on because it’s so much easier to say conscious than procedural).  Usually this involves someone presenting with a bone pointing the wrong way.  Etomidate in, and five minutes later they wake up with everything realigned.

So great for patients, and fun for me too.  After I give it, I ask the patients to count back from 100.  Usually they’re good until 94 or so, then it’s nine-tee-threeeeeeee, their voice trailing off like a record slowly coming to a stop.  Or their eyes glaze over and just before they go out they say “oh my god!”  I always wonder what they are seeing/feeling to make them say this, they never can remember after waking up.

This is, incidently, the only medicine that I have to push through the IV myself.  Our nurses have been given the ok to go over the risks of etomidate, obtain consent to give it, set up all of the monitoring equipment, get the suction and bag-valve mask ready, place the IV, and take responsibility for monitoring the patient until it’s worn off.  But going so far as to push the etomidate through the IV?  Well, that’s just a little too reckless.  Nevermind that I give meds about as gracefully as I handled riding a bike for the first time.  Nurse can you give this IV epinephrine to this dying patient?  No problem.  Thrombolytics?  Head bleed schmed bleed.  DilaudidAdenosineLevophed?  Yes, yes, and yes.  But trying to give a nurse a syringe full of etomidate is like trying to give a vampire a cross made out of garlic.  They know it’s ridiculous too, of course, and I understand that they have to follow protocol.  No matter how stupid it might be.

Anyways, since I give it myself I was drawing some up the other day.  We have these new plastic cannulas that we use in lieu of needles to draw up meds.  When I took the cannula out it left a little hole in the rubber stopper of the etomidate bottle, and since I had pushed a bunch of air in there a lot of it came squirting out onto my gloveless hands.  After a few seconds I thought to myself “hmm can this soak through my skin?  Maybe I better wash it off.”  As I started towards the sink I felt my heart drop down into my stomach and my legs get really weak.  It only lasted for a second or so and I felt better by the time I reached the sink, where I rinsed it off without further incident.

So I’m wondering did I almost do a conscious sedation on myself?  Or was this all psychosomatic?  I really couldn’t find any literature on this either way.  All the same, I think I’ll be gloving up from now on.