Most chest pain is bogus, only occasionally is it legit.  Good triage nurses can tell the difference, which is how this guy ended up being sent straight back to a resuscitation room for evaluation.  His EKG confirmed the heart attack, and we started the standard cocktail of meds.

Since we’re at a small hospital we don’t have an interventional cath lab available to bust up the clot sitting somewhere in his coronary arteries.  Instead we use the one in the big hospital south of us, relying on a helicopter to get him there fast enough to make it worth his while.

The last few times I’ve initiated a helicopter transfer I’ve felt like the flight medics were moving too slow.  With this patient I timed them: it took 20 minutes from their arrival to departure for the helipad.

A calm, collected, professional demeanor is appropriate and reassuring, but I think they’ve moved too far down this spectrum to cavalier, and are missing a sense of urgency.  I transfer out a fair amount of patients but rarely by helicopter, only when time is of the absolute essence.  It’s a cliche, but time is myocardium, particularly in this guy who by history and EKG we happened to catch really early leaving that much more heart muscle available to save.

No meds to give, no vent to manage, just sliding an alert patient from stretcher to stretcher.  This shouldn’t take longer than 10 minutes, right?  Time to light a fire.