I had to put a chest tube in an 8 year old Palestinian boy that was hit by a car. He had a hemo thorax of his left lung and I was volunteering as a nursing student at a hospital.
I don't know where the Drs were but the nurses came and got me and told me I had to do it fast or he would die. They weren't allowed to do it or they'd loose their job so they figured they would blame it on the dumb american student.
They showed me where to cut with the scalpel and gave me this giant metal t handle thing with the tube in it. It was a terrible feeling as it popped going between the ribs. I fed the tube in a bit until they told me to stop. Then they brought out what I swear was three mason jars glued to a board with the tubes running from top to top and plugged it into suction. The first jar started filling with blood and the kid started breathing better.
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