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The Cast of the Walking Dead come to Agok- a little fun with the Mass Casualty Drill

The Cast of the Walking Dead come to Agok- a little fun with the Mass Casualty Drill

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This Saturday morning was different than the ones which have gone before. Instead of heading to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast, I woke early to search the shelves of our storeroom in hopes of finding some useful ingredients which I could use to make a large batch of fake blood. I thought I would have to rely on the natural dye from the local karkade tea, however was pleasantly surprised to find several small containers of food coloring powder. I found myself wondering which meal the cooks had dyed artificially red, then thought better to not think about this. I grabbed a box of corn starch, some karkade remnants, instant coffee crystals (to give the blood a darker hue), sugar and set the water to boil. The color and consistency was not exactly as I had hoped, but it would suffice. We gathered 30 or so ‘volunteer’ patients and another 20 caregivers into our crowded training room, and with the help of a couple translators, began assigning diagnoses. There was playful banter and negotiating of diagnosis cards. Some wanted the severe, penetrating chest wound, while others preferred to have more minor injuries. I then distributed used clothing to everyone as most people had come wearing dresses or slacks. The last thing I wanted to do was destroy people’s only clothing with my batch of fake blood. I then led the crew outside where I had everyone line up and present their card to me. Now for the fun part; painting on blood according to each patient’s injury. Once the team was good and bloody, I attempted to divide up the group according to severity of injury so as to be able to properly assign caregivers as we had fewer caregivers than patients. By the time we were through, the team looked like the cast from the Walking Dead.

The cast of the Walking Dead. 

The cast of the Walking Dead. 

Once the blood was in place, the patients dove fully into their new characters. We had them load up into a line of waiting Land Rovers which would escort them outside the MSF gates in preparation for the beginning of the drill. I assumed they would walk to the waiting vehicles, but that is not what happened. Instead, people began to limp, fall on the ground, dragging themselves, yelling out in pain, asking to be carried, flailing their arms dramatically. It was crazy to say the least. 

There's nothing like a good ol' batch fake blood. 

There's nothing like a good ol' batch fake blood. 

Once the drill was officially underway, we ran to our ‘assigned’ places. My job was to supervise the nurses and nursing care in the yellow and blue zones. Yellow patients are those who are injured (broken leg, lacerations/wounds, etc.) but whose injuries can wait; i.e. they are not imminently life threatening. Yellow patients should be closely monitored as they can quickly become Red patients (those patients requiring immediate life-saving intervention). Blue patients are those whose injuries are too severe to justify expending hours of time and care to save; they will most likely not make it, however once all of the other patients are treated, blue patients who are still living can then be taken to surgery if resources permit. The normal hospital patients must have thought we were crazy and wondered what the heck we were doing, bringing in loads of fake patients covered in fake blood. Crowd control was most certainly an issue as everyone wanted to see what was going on.  As soon as the patients were carried in on stretchers, chaos ensued. I thought I had clearly explained to the nurses under my supervision where they should be working, however any direction given was quickly forgotten once the patients started pouring in. Communication was further hampered by language barriers and lack of available translators. It was a struggle to keep staff away from the ‘Red’ side as emergency patients were much more exciting than ‘blue’ patients for example who would most likely die. Keeping a nurse in the blue tent was quite the challenge. The most surprising part about the whole event was the degree of seriousness assumed by our fake patients. It was actually a bit out of control. Everyone wanted to pretend that they were dying! Patients laid on mats covering the floor, groaning, moaning, wailing, curled up in a fetal position. I would go look at their ‘diagnosis/story’ card and it would read, ‘Patient can walk and talk. They have a broken tibia fracture but are stable’. Instead I would find this patient barely able to move, pretending that they were dead. Transferring and lifting patients was a whole other ordeal as patients who should have been able to walk refused to move. It’s no wonder we didn’t all break our backs. One young girl became so wrapped up in her ‘role’ that she actually started to hyperventilate and almost passed out! It was unbelievable how serious the patients took something which was meant to be a drill. Hollywood, if you need some fresh talent in your acting pool, I suggest you come to South Sudan for recruitment. 

© Amy Nielson/MSF  Attending to patients in the Blue Zone. 

© Amy Nielson/MSF

Attending to patients in the Blue Zone. 

In addition to the onslaught of fake patients, we also had ‘armed’ soldiers, combative caregivers and someone from the media. Our news ‘anchor’ had a particularly lucky day as many of our patients gave her interviews before someone noticed what was going on and kicked her out. And, just as I was wondering when it would all end, our surgeon was rushed in to the red tent on a stretcher carried by the entire scrubbed-up OT department. He had passed out and required resuscitating (again, mock drill), but quite believable.

Although an actual mass casualty situation would be much more intense, I was struck by the realistic nature of the drill. I came away with a good handle on what I should have done different and better. Of course we all hope we will never have to initiate our MCP, however if the time comes, our staff will be ready.

Giving Thanks.

Giving Thanks.

May We Continue to Pursue Peace.

May We Continue to Pursue Peace.

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