Risus Sardonicus
I have seen many patients in my career in Medicine.
Some of these stay in my memory long after my interactions with them. This is
the story of one such patient who still haunts me today.
It was the early 1990’s. I was a newly graduated doctor
in the Northern Nigerian city of Zaria. I had started my internship at our
local teaching hospital. It was a very exciting time for me as I was finally
working and every time I was addressed as ‘doctor', I felt a great sense of
satisfaction.
I was assigned to Internal Medicine Ward Two. This
was one of our four wards. The patients on admission had a wide variety of
diseases, and I was kept very busy.
One day, a new admission came in. He was a young
boy, perhaps fourteen years old. Some days previously, he had sustained a cut
on his leg from a rusty piece of metal. The wound festered a little, but he did
not seek medical attention.
About a week later, he developed spasms in his
muscles. These were the classic signs of tetanus. The bacteria
get into the body by a deep penetrating injury. They then subsequently
produce spores which produce the toxin that causes the muscle
spasms.
This disease is practically unheard of in developed countries because
of widespread immunization against tetanus. Even today, if you go to the doctor
in the United States after a cut, you may be given a booster tetanus vaccine, although everyone gets vaccinated as a child. This young boy
had never been vaccinated. The mortality in such cases is very high.
He was having frequent spasms when he came in. We
gave him large doses of valium to stop the spasms and also gave him anti
tetanus serum intravenously. This was supposed to help neutralize the toxin.
However, this did not help and he kept having frequent spasms.
We had a meeting of the Internal Medicine team. It
was decided that we will attempt to inject anti-tetanus serum into his
spinal fluid. This would hopefully get at the toxin better, and was a technique
that had been used successfully in other patients. I was his house officer and
was assigned to do the lumbar puncture and administer the serum. I was
proficient at lumbar punctures and had done many during my training.
This was however a different challenge. Usually in
order to do a lumbar puncture, we get the patient to bend forwards so that the
needle can easily be passed into the spinal fluid. In this patient however, he
was having muscle spasms and he was arched backwards. This was the opposite of
the position we wanted him to be and is known as ‘opisthotonus’, which is
another sign of tetanus.
I was however fairly confident in my ability to do
the lumbar puncture. I gave him a large dose of valium to help relax his
muscles and got the assistance of some of the ward nurses to help position him.
It was difficult as he remained very stiff.
I got my lumbar puncture kit ready and was elated to
get the needle in on the first try. I drained some of the spinal fluid and then
injected the anti-tetanus serum. It took a few seconds.
As the serum went in, I suddenly realized that his
spasms had stopped. I quickly turned him over and realized that he had stopped
breathing. Such periods of apnea or lack of breathing are known to happen in tetanus patients.
We called an emergency response and tried to revive him.
I still remember the look on his face while we were
attempting to do a cardio pulmonary resuscitation on him. His face was
contorted by the spasms and appeared to be smiling sardonically. This is a
classic sign of tetanus and is known as ‘Risus Sardonicus’.
This word has it's
roots in the Mediterranean island of Sardinia, and derives from the appearance
of raised eyebrows and an open "grin”, which can appear sardonic, or
malevolent to the lay observer. This was first observed in people poisoned by
the ancient poison ‘hemlock’, but is more usually seen in patients with
tetanus. Another name for this in lay terms is 'lockjaw'. This refers to the tight clenching of the jaws due to the muscle spasms.
We were unable to
revive our patient. His eyes were open and glazed over as he died with the
smile still on his face. On that day I became painfully aware of my own limitations as a physician. That sardonic smile still haunts me and will be forever etched in my memory.
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