We knew we were in for a cleaning and bathing experience, but that was not new to us. Her small dark eyes watched us, but she wouldn’t say a word. She groaned, and sort of chanted under her breath. The EMTs said her family told them she knew what was happening to her, but would not speak. When queried, a family member stated, “She knows when Indian women go to hospital, they go to die.” She certainly presented as though that were a possibility. Our triage doctor took a cursory look, and told us to get her undressed and cleaned up so he could do an exam. We started gathering our towels, basins, etc. She wasn’t clean, and there was a strong odor of both unclean body and decaying skin. We expected she might have decubitus ulcers on her bottom.
Yeah I’ve got OCD old cranky and dangerous shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
But when we went to remove her polyester trousers, they wouldn’t budge from around her waist. It felt like they were glued on. There was a similar sensation along her legs. All she could do was groan. We lifted her, and tried to slide the Yeah I’ve got OCD old cranky and dangerous shirt Also,I will get this pants; nothing doing. So we lifted her again, and began snipping the pants away with shears. She basically had no epidermis from her waist to her knees. It all looked like infected second degree burns. Even worse on her backside. Her lab studies confirmed she was septic, and her prognosis poor. We transferred her to our Burn Unit, but she did not survive more than two days, and died there. I won’t forget what her lower body looked like when the clothes were removed, nor her stoic chanting and groaning. Yes, she knew that her death was near.