I was there, and I heard it all.
It was during my second call, to conclude on a grim possibility of Methotrexate overdose in a very sick child.
Multiple co-morbidities.
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It’s never happened of course.
I feel a little mentally drained, I sip my cold coffee and wince.
Must get that thermal mug I keep promising myself.
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The case came through with some haste.
I start my call.
The caller: a father.
I start to hear that "whoosh" sound in my ears.
Fight and flight response. I grab my paper pad and pen, start scribbling down notes.
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While the pharmacist in me wants to dispense with details of in-depth pharmacokinetics around MTX toxicology & overdose in a young child..
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He becomes my priority to help me manage this crisis.
He didn't realise he'd made a dose miscalculation. Something just didn't seem right after he'd done it for a few days.
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I completely understand how that feeling translates.
When you have a child, an internal alert beacon flicks on. Even when on autopilot the sensor never sleeps.
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I know 2 things.
The ‘what’ and ‘how’ it happened.
I don't yet know the ‘why’?
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The HCP's I speak to are swift, efficient, zero emotion.
Numbers are exchanged at a precise pace including which hospital they need to present.
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Yet I am morose.
I arrange a CAT1 ambulance.
I have specific instructions for the paramedics.
Time is of the essence.
We’re at 32 mins post recent dose.
"We've already left" they confirm.
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"He's gone to sleep," he says.
"It's his bedtime now, so I let him sleep."
I’m calculating what that could mean?
My pulse picks up again.
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Get him to drink something if you can.
The ambulance are on their way.
Mum is with child, please go outside and flag the ambulance down. I'm going to stay on the line with you.”
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I start “In your own words, tell me everything from before your son started the methotrexate?”
Silence.
“Dad are you there?
Can you hear me? If we get cut off I'll....”
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I give him a minute.
"I've done this to him, it's my fault, its mine.
I’VE DONE this to him."
I sense his grief beyond my own realm of parenting.
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Some of his words hit home like a salty breeze.
It's his truth.
I listen.
"I didn't realise"
“#COVID Lockdown”
"He's so little"
"I haven’t slept in weeks"
"I failed him"
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There are some acutely tough days.
Moments that push you to an edge.
I’ve been there.
No help.
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Yet if you voice this, then let the backlash save you that self-serving anguish.
"How could you even think..."
"You're a parent...."
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being asked to extrapolate up-titration of dosages from an external practice without adequate support during #COVID....is the alternative cost of this pandemic.
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This is not your fault, you’re doing the very best you can." I'm clear and certain.
"I'm ashamed of myself - I risk manage others yet I failed him." He says.
We’re only human, we learn & heal, I relay.
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My final words to the father.
"Your son is in good hands.
You are strong enough to see this through.
Your son knows everything you do for him.
You both make him proud.”
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The consult details were more detailed but protected for anonymity.
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