Thanks G and BK. I always replay the scenario in my head with me being the hero doctor. Take her to the ER and stick around reliving my glory days as an ER doc.
Yes, it's hard to have this happen. I've been around plenty of people who died; but this was a bit different. She was like 50 yards from where she belonged to have a chance.
The main emotion is frustration.
As for what would have happened, I think that she would have likely survived the stabilization process, but stayed really ill for a long time. There is a good chance though that she might have perished in the next hour of care. I'd say 60/40, maybe 40/60. Sepsis protocol is pretty much newer than my time in the ER. Very aggressive attempts at reversing the catastrophe.
Her quality of life was "meh". Dialysis patients don't love their plight. You have to fluid restrict to about 1.5 quarts per day. Any more doesn't get lost by breathing, sweating and pooping. And then they take off extra fluid at dialysis based on weight. So if you go in say 4-8 pounds over your dry weight, they'll take off 2-4 liters of fluid. That roughly the 4-8 pounds. So imagine going out when it's 95 degrees, working/playing and sweating off 2 quarts of fluid and then NOT drinking it back. You'd feel very shitty. Then do that 3 times a week.
So dialysis sucks. Her wound condition was also somewhat sucky, having been chronic for several years. The wounds are a complication of her renal failure and are plenty painful.
She was eligible for a transplant; but needed to be free of wounds before proceeding.
After this happened her sister called to inform us and THANKED us for our years of compassionate care. Classy person.
Being a caring provider team yields all kinds of good result. One is that when things for south people don't jump to immediately blame you. You also get better patient buy-in with participating in their care.
Since I've done wound care I get a patient every couple of weeks that needs a trip to the ER. Hear attack in progress, pulmonary embolus, sepsis not quite so fatally ill. I thought I was over that shit; but they keep pulling me back in. (Sorry Pacino).