Evening shift. All the rooms are full and there’s an unspeakable number of patients in the waiting area. Triage calls with a simple request. “I have this fellow here,” he narrates, “who says he was hit with a bat in the left chest. Vitals are OK, he’s all swollen on that side. He’s a little juiced-up, but I think he might have some broken ribs. I’m going to order up a chest X-ray while he waits.” Sounds reasonable, you think. The other phone rings – Dr. Somebody-on-Call for an admission story. “OK, go with it. I’ll check him in a little while.” Maybe tomorrow, you think, as you plan your phone strategy for the four admission charts sitting on your desk. You jot down the fellow’s name so you don’t forget to check the X-ray.A short while later, the tracking board happily informs you that bat-man’s X-ray is done. Between phone calls, you pull up the X-ray on the viewer (see below). You curse under your breath, drawing a smile from a neighboring nurse and a glare from the unit clerk. The phone rings again. “Let me call you back,” you tell one of the hospitalists. A brief stroll to the waiting area and you find the patient in question. Under his shirt you feel some tenderness and compressible swelling on the affected side. He is breathing comfortably despite the injury. “Hey doc, can you do something? This swelling is getting worse.” Yeah, no kidding, you think. “We’ll get you right back sir.”
What does the X-ray show? What is the next move?