Miguel: Hebrew origin: one who resembles God, Part 1

It’s the rainy season, but more so this year than in the past few years.  The rain seems relentless at times.  Downpours last for days at a time, a constant drone on the metal roof.  Roads resemble rivers more so than streets.  Mudslides have replaced villages with mud and boulders and there is a general sense from the populace of a heavy coat blanketing all the senses.  But even with all of the rain a "Buenos Dias" is never far from the lips of all we pass by.
 
Miguel’s parents were up with their child late into the night reflecting on the past few days.  It started as a runny nose, followed by a dry hacking cough and then the rapid breathing, each breath an effort to get more air.  They went to the local health center and received various remedies that seemed to help initially, but now, as their child looked up at them with a plea for help and fear of the unknown, they knew he was getting worse.

They say an asthma exacerbation is like trying to breath through a straw, as it worsens the diameter of the straw grows smaller and smaller........

Jennifer had just laid down in bed during a 24 hour in-hospital call.  She’d seen and treated numerous patients that day.  Routine stuff mostly, but now as she laid down at 4 AM she heard the unforgettable "clack, clack, clack" of the tuc-tuc coming down the dirt road to Hospitalito.  At this hour of the day it could mean only one thing -- a patient in need of acute care. 

She gets up before the guardian can knock on her door, fumbling around in the dark in a place that is becoming less foreign each day.  She hears a rooster crow, a dog barking at some unknown nemesis as she puts on her doctor’s coat --loaded with all the “essential” paraphernalia from 15 years of practice.  She grabs her stethoscope, a close friend since her days in medical school, and heads down the stairs to the ER. 

Andrea, the nurse, had already placed oxygen and gotten vitals when Jennifer entered the room.  Miguel’s eyes were bulging and wide with panic as his chest wall heaved with every breath.  Sensing the acuity of the situation, Jennifer questioned, examined, and gave orders almost simultaneously -- pulse oximetry, intravenous access, nebulizer treatments, I.V. steroids.  With treatment, Miguel’s pulse oximetry began to rise from the low 80’s to low 90’s.  His respiratory rate began to drop from the 80’s to 50’s and his lungs began to open up.  He looked a bit better now.  

It was almost 7:30AM and time for morning report.