Ship’s Doctor on an Antarctic Icebreaker

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A  PHYSICIAN on smaller vessels  usually faces few challenges; but when trouble comes it can be overwhelming . Then we are in danger of being revealed as puny and inconsequential individuals feigning the ability to stand up to the hugeness of nature. A friend encouraged me to fill that role on an Antarctic icebreaker. I had always wanted to make the journey, had learned to love and respect the sea during two shipboard years in the US Navy, and had worked as ship’s physician along the West coast of South America.

The application process was straightforward, but experience and emergency medicine qualifications were required. Although my checked baggage had been detoured to London, it  arrived in Ushuaia Argentina, during a summer snowstorm, a day late. But at 7 a.m. on January 27, after immigration and screening, I found myself dragging my gear down a long, cold, rain-lashed dock to find my ship and relieve the returning docs.1

It was a 90-passenger shallow draft, heavy hulled vessel,2 completely refurbished in Gdansk, Poland, in 1992. The captain was a Finn whose English was filtered through a very non Indo-European native tongue. The expedition staff consisted of eight naturalists of various stripes, two expedition leaders, a historian, a computer geek, and a physician. We were so culturally diverse that no two staff people spoke the same native language, all resorted to some form of English.

The crew were five able bodied seamen, a purser/manager, about 20 kitchen/cleaning staff, and various engineers and senior officers. The ship had large fore and aft audiovisual observation rooms, and a library; all cabins were exterior, scattered over three decks. With a shallow draft and no stabilizer, she rolled in heavy seas. However, the advantages of this anatomy would later become apparent.  It allowed close approach to shore in shallow water and advantages in ice floes.  She carried two pairs of side and down-looking sonar permitting close approach land, and to icebergs.  The lifeboats were self-propelled, entirely enclosed, sporting an ecologically shameful toilet that empties directly into the sea, food, water, communication equipment, and fuel. Looking like big orange watermelons each held up to 70 people.

A  doc   on a small ship is usually the only person aboard without a physician, and is also expected to respond 24-7. Considering the arrogance of assuming medical responsibility for people at sea, it’s best to try everything possible to prevent embarrassment or disillusion.   So there are four things I attend to when first going aboard. First, what medical gear is there and where is it? Second, who can I identify to help in the case of need? Third, who has what health problem? And fourth, what on board hazards are sailing with us?  For the next four hours after boarding I did inventory, checked records and tried out equipment. I started with the doctor’s office, or “sick bay.” It was ample and well equipped, with toilet, shower over tub, desk with PC printer and CD drives, reference books, refrigerator, and a daunting cache of supplies and equipment. Some unfamiliar medications were from Nordic countries. The Svornab defibrillator was straightforward enough, but the Gufengrod repeat-action pump that shot sterile needles like a machine gun baffled me. (OK, that’s fictional. But that’s the feeling I had.)

Adjacent were two unadorned rooms, each with two patient beds, one of which I would use. All the portholes were still dogged tight after the infamous “Drake Crossing.” The passengers were not due to arrive until about 4 p.m., an hour before we weighed anchor. Accordingly, I spent the early afternoon going over staff, crew and passenger medical records. If a record indicates a significant medical risk, it is best to speak with the passenger before leaving port. On a previous trip this year, a man with a complicated set of medical problems left his medication behind. The ship had to return to port. Gratefully, I noted that among the passengers was an interpreter for each of two large ethnic/language groups: Japanese, and French. In an astonishing coincidence,3 an ED nurse was expected who works in the same ED as my daughter in Monterrey County!

Last, I looked over the kitchen, refrigeration, water system, bathrooms, supply of alcohol hand gel, the ladders, hatches and physical layout of the ship. I met the captain, first officer, and senior crew and expedition staff. I was informed that I was expected to attend all staff meetings, carry a two-way radio at all times, be in every first landing boat ashore and on the last boat to return to the ship, with gear for cardiopulmonary resuscitation and for treating injuries; some shore activities are strenuous. As we headed into the Straits of Magellan on day zero, I took my turn with the rest of the staff to introduce myself, welcome the passengers, and speak of hygiene, norovirus, safety, and the coming 1½ days when even the French might expect some non lethal mal de mer that can be minimized by rest, sleep, and possibly, medication. I had previously prepared a number of packets of four 25 mg tablets of phenergan and cloned the instructions on the printer. Many passengers had their own scopolamine patches as well.

The Antarctic Circumpolar Current, the Arctic Convergence, and the Drake Passage are three physical features of the area that are so unearthly as to seem living mythic beings. The world’s 4th largest continent4 sits at the south axis of the rotating earth. The earth spins Antarctica around itself, promoting wind always from the West as well as inertial forces resulting in an ocean current 13,000 miles long that continuously circles Antarctica from East to West. It carries 34 billion gallons of water per second – 150 times the flow of all the Earth’s rivers. The current is thousands of feet deep and wide, narrowest and strongest at the Drake Passage between Cape Horn and the Antarctic Archipelago/Peninsula. Fresh water at near freezing converges with warmer seawater. The net result is apparent on Weather Satellite photos which at any time reveal several hurricanes circling Antarctica.  As we left the Straits of Magellan the captain announced we would be privileged to make the crossing at the lead edge of one. He altered the planned course so that we could reach shelter in a shallow bay on the east side the Shetland Islands.

In recent years, tens of thousands “do” Antarctica on mega cruise ships, attracted by comparatively reasonable pricing. However, because of size and draft, titanic ships should not closely approach shore or icebergs. Equally important,  2,000  or 4,000 people going ashore in small boats is a tedious, wearing experience, and the process cannot be quickly reversed in case of sudden weather change. Better to pay the price of smaller ships, or see more for less at a movie, or on TV. Nearby, a large cruise ship carrying only 1800 passengers had tried to escape the weather but went aground; another attempted to  ride out the weather, sustaining much structural damage and 40 injuries, so it returned to Ushuaia. Just another advantage to smaller ships in Antarctic waters.

Every day there were at least three lectures by staff naturalists directed at the day’s scheduled landings: topics included glaciology, geography, archeology, sea birds, geology, fossils, history, oceanography, whales, seals, penguins, and the teeming Antarctic sea life. Global warming was not neglected. Al Gore’s movie was shown twice. His plodding, patronizing pedantic style was easy for non-English speakers to understand.  They loved it. It seemed ironic, however, that we were weeping and ranting over global warming while our expedition burned more fossil fuel in two weeks than some small countries!

Appropriate nature films preceded lectures. Antarctica is the highest, driest, coldest, windiest continent. It is technically a desert, with less than 7 cm precipitation yearly.  Yet there is precipitation on the Antarctic Peninsula and island archipelago where most of the life is found. During our visit it snowed twice, though it was never terribly cold. Landings were made in Zodiacs, 20-passenger motorized inflatable reinforced rubber rafts. They were offloaded by a crane next to a portside ramp when it was safe to do so. Usually we spent a few hours ashore with optional excursions; we occasionally made close approaches to whale pods and individuals, or explored shallow water where unusual ice formations or wildlife were to be found. Penguins were almost always present, waddling about on land with fin-like wings wide to keep cool, standing stoically on icebergs, or porpoising over the sea surface. They are unafraid of people5 and immature penguins are irrepressibly curious. Rookeries sometimes were quite high on a ridge, requiring laborious trips by the parents carrying food from the sea. Seals were common as were the sound and flight of varied birds.

We visited Argentine and Chilean “research” stations6. A passport can be stamped at the stations, which are not devoted only to research, but to keeping alive cherished claims to sovereignty. Passport stamps of the two stations are metaphoric for the idiosyncrasies of two wonderful but very different cultures: The Chilean stamp is one color, austere, and precisely confined to the rectangle provided. The Argentine stamp is four-color, elaborate, and fills the entire page.

A particularly welcome aspect of the trip was that the captain, confident in his reinforced hull and hi tech sonar, often took us into shallow water, and always tried to slide by within a few feet of huge floating icebergs that dwarfed the ship. As for physician duties, I was fortunate. There were no serious injuries; I confined one lady and her companion to their cabin for nearly two days, with vomiting and diarrhea, until I felt sure she did not have norovirus; if she had, of course,  the effort would have likely been futile. But that is the standard procedure. As usual, once the passengers and crew feel comfortable with the doctor they sing choruses of aches, pains and curious or dubious requests; but that goes with the territory.

The return crossing of the Drake was actually worse than the first, but by then we were all somewhat adapted and reasonably wise in the ways of seasickness. There are few more existential experiences than the feel and sound and fear of 40-foot seas. As a member of every landing, and a solo doc who was unable to resist the numerous lectures and activities, I was tired by the end of the trip.  I wondered if it might have been better to have gone as a passenger. But I have always preferred work/travel to tourism because I tend to be reserved and solitary. To offer a service as a physician in unusual circumstances, as I see it, is to be granted  a privilege, and automatic access to a selected group of people. It is a microcosm of what it is to be a practicing physician, but usually less demanding.  It tends to make those years of training worth the trouble. So in six or eight months I may forget the Drake passage, and think of going again.

1. Two docs, or an ED doc-nurse team, is desirable; I replaced two E.D, physicians from Washington State. and
was replaced by husband/wife physicians from Australia.
2. This was a small ice breaker, unlike those that can chew through heavy ice, like that found at the North Pole. The Russians operate a nuclear powered breaker to the pole.
3. Or is it coincidence? Such things seem to happen very often. I stayed in Argentina afterward to organize a tour for a travel agent friend. Alone at a tango gala in Buenos Aires, I sat next to a man who was also alone –  he was an ED doc from Los Angeles, planning to move to Sacramento.
4. Most consider it the 5th largest continent. But who made Europe a continent when it is only a western appendage to Asia? I find it satisfying to contradict that claim; by that measure, India should be a
continent also. Besides, if Europe is crossed off, all continents begin with A!
5. Some say that penguins are unafraid of humans because they have never had met a tort lawyer or politician.
6. Uruguayan joke about Argentineans: “How does an Argentino commit suicide?” Answer: “By leaping from the height of his own self importance.”

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4 thoughts on “Ship’s Doctor on an Antarctic Icebreaker

    Rossi said:
    April 21, 2010 at 12:26

    Dear colleague,
    with great interest I read your experience as a ship doctor to the Antarctica. I have always been fascinated by the landscape there and so I was very excited to learn that Medical Doctors can accompany ships to the Antarctica. I found your blog while researching applications and options to go there, so my question is, do you have any contact details or further information that could help me with application? I would be very pleased if you would take the time to send me a short reply.
    Thanks ahead and kind regards,
    R. Jehle

      lufboro responded:
      April 21, 2010 at 15:41

      Thanks for your note. The article pretty well describes the trip i worked. That cruise is one of a number that are operated in arctic water, north and south, by Quark.
      Send me an email at jlufboro@gmail.com and i´ll forward you the contact information, and forward current information packet. They prefer boarded ED docs, but also sometimes take two FP docs at a time, and actually that is preferable for the docs as well. I recommend the experience highly, hope you will enjoy it as much as i did.

    Neon Light said:
    January 25, 2011 at 20:12

    ~:’ I am very thankful to this topic because it really gives up to date information :~’

      lufboro responded:
      March 8, 2015 at 07:39

      I am in South America in Brazil and Chile where I have time to look over comments. My question is …did you ever go to Antarctica?
      Jl

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