So it's been a while since the last Medical Monday... partly because it's been an (insanely) busy winter at work, and partly because we've done a lot of Obs and Gynae stuff, which I really, really, can't post on here because it is (insanely) rude. So how about some paediatrics?
Poor little Hallie, she's had a rough start to the year. My little robot-child (or my 'Work Daughter' as at least one of my family refer to her) has been through the wars, with a number of trauma sims.
Oh and quick shout of appreciation for the makers of this stuff, these wound-effect makeup kits have really enabled me to raise my game with the fidelity of the sims. Still learning, of course, but these are just terrific, and won't stain the robots either, but don't come off on the trainee's hands. Except the blood, and the pus (more on that in the next Medical Monday. Something to look forward to eh?)
So, to start with, Hallie needed a broken arm. Basing this very much off real life with Younger Child, as two out of three of The Childs were Disaster Magnets in their youths, and a job made considerably easier here by Hallie having detachable arms.
The plan was to use the same broken-leg wound, with the grating-bones, made for the broken leg injury last year.
This one, as featured in an earlier instalment. The trouble was, it was too big for her petite little arm, forcing me to need to build a new one. On top of which, the rubber bladder that gives it the toe-curling squishyness (medical term there) made it project up too much under the latex flesh.
Time to raid the bone box, for more fibreglass leftovers.
Once again, I was operating on a budget of roughly Sweet F-A, because NHS, so raided whatever I could to cobble something together. A base plate for...
...a set of plastic tweezers. The plan was, one arm (leg?) of the tweezers would be glued to the wooden knife, the bone inserted around the other leg, meaning it would be lightly sprung when you pushed down on the projecting bone. The whole lot secured to more vinyl, to wrap around the inside of the-
SNAP. Yeah exactly what you want after two wasted hours, and with only one night to go before the Insitu, with a dozen people counting on you pulling off a convincing effect.
So I turned instead to this- a sponge skin pad, for the squishiness factor. The bones were cut to shape then hot-glued to pieces of the foam.
Suitably cut-down, then attached with 3M tape, the do-all adhesive of the medical world.
Not the most sophisticated job, but...
...with the skin rolled back up, and a hell of a lot of wound make-up, it looked the part.
So Hallie had been riding her bike, and had been catapulted off it by a D*ck in an Audi (how often those words are synonymous) who hadn't stopped. Poor girl had a broken arm, grazes all over her, but the real wound was internal bleeding from the handlebars thumping into her stomach. Also, given Sim is on the opposite side of the site and four-floors above the A&E Basement, you don't half get some puzzled looks strolling past everyone in the main entrance with this.
Look at her, the little Diva. "Oh, I love being on the stage, but I'm just exhausted, Darlings... wait, another Sim?!"
Yeah I probably should have warned people I'd run out of bed spaces, and sat her on a chair in the control room. Nearly gave two of my colleagues heart attacks, finding her sat there.
"Back to the stage, Darlings, for the next one"
So, anyway, CT3Pem; this one required the broken leg. Now, we've had trouble with that broken leg I made, in that whilst A&E have proper equipment, our Thomas Splint in the Sim Centre is old as God's dog, is too small, and won't quite fit over the break, so I needed to make a smaller one. Or rather, with next to no time to prep for it, re-use the Arm bones.
Same patented 3M Tape securing method.
Still, looked good.
But amused, she was not. Funny how her default expression when on is RBF.
Similar injuries to the arm break scenario; the real damage was her abdomen. Also note the battered plushie as well, which she was holding during the accident. Details, details, make the scenario.
"I swear, I need to call my agent. Wonder if there's opening for Robot Child No.3 at "It's A Small World?"
A happier Hallie, up on the whiteboard.


























































