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Best First wrote:I didn't like it. They don't have mums, or dads, or children. And they turn into stuff. And they don't eat Monster Munch or watch Xena: Warrior Princess. Or do one big poo in the morning and another one in the afternoon. I bet they weren't even excited by and then subsequently disappointed by Star Wars Prequels. Or have a glass full of spare change near their beds. That they don't have.
Best First wrote:I didn't like it. They don't have mums, or dads, or children. And they turn into stuff. And they don't eat Monster Munch or watch Xena: Warrior Princess. Or do one big poo in the morning and another one in the afternoon. I bet they weren't even excited by and then subsequently disappointed by Star Wars Prequels. Or have a glass full of spare change near their beds. That they don't have.
So now you know the truth. Birth isn't beautiful like they say.bumblemusprime wrote:Seriously. I caught the little hobbit and got amniotic fluid all over my hands.
Best First wrote:I didn't like it. They don't have mums, or dads, or children. And they turn into stuff. And they don't eat Monster Munch or watch Xena: Warrior Princess. Or do one big poo in the morning and another one in the afternoon. I bet they weren't even excited by and then subsequently disappointed by Star Wars Prequels. Or have a glass full of spare change near their beds. That they don't have.
All of these incidents occurred over twenty years ago as a medical student. It's against the law to divulge personal medical info in any form in the US, so I would never give info that would reveal the identity of a patient.saysadie wrote:Yaya- I hope one of "your patients" finds out you tell stories about them on the internet.
Yaya wrote:Another medical incident. Again, during my OB rotation.
This women came in for complaints of abdominal swelling over the past year. A CT scan confirmed a huge ovarian cyst. We went to surgery and opened her up. "Huge" isn't the word. It was literally the size of a basketball. I remember one of the residents commenting it looked like a human head because it had a bump like a "nose". It was quite gross to behold. It was green and veiny. Anyway, I was instructed to retract it away from it's stalk at the ovary. So I pulled it towards me. The attending said he couldn't get a good enough view, so he asked me to pull harder. Big mistake. I pulled harder, and POP!, it burst and a wave, yes, a wave, of green fluid poured over the table onto the OR floor and onto the resident. (Miraculously, I was spared). I laughed out loud and was reprimanded for it. Fortunately, there was no associated odor, but twas a sight I'll never forget.
Another incident. As the medical student, you're at the bottom of the ladder, the lowest rung. As such, when a dirty job arises, you're the first to be asked, and if you want good marks, you're the first to offer. Well, there's a thing we do for all the old people who are too constipated to **** called a disimpaction. Essentially, it entails manually reaching into the rectal vault and literally grabbing feces that are too stubborn to come out, disimpacting the obstruction. I was called upon for this dubious task, but of course, did not offer (good marks be damned). But when ordered to do something, you do it. So I did it. I know some here like to talk about the places they've been, places no one else has been. But let me tell you, sometimes 'going where no man has gone before' isn't something to brag about.
Another funny incident. I was on my psychiatry rotation. It was my very first clinical rotation as a medical student. I was asked to counsel one of the patients who was severely depressed. During my first session with him, he mentions to me that Lincoln comes to him during the night and fondles his genitals. I act unsurprised, play the poker face. I picture in my mind Abraham Lincoln approaching this man in the wee hours of the night and grabbing the patient's crotch. I realize this man's psychosis runs deeper than I was originally led to believe. I start asking him about why he thinks this happens. He says "hell if I know, I think he's always been a pervert." I've read a lot of things about Abraham Lincoln, but being a perv was never mentioned. We talk about this problem for about an hour. Finally, I say "should I tell the attending that you see Abraham Lincoln doing this to you?" The patient gets this quizzical expression on his face and asks "Abraham? I'm talking about Lincoln. Lincoln Hampton. The patient I share a room with." I look over at the patient's room info. Yep. His roommate is Lincoln Hampton.To this day I can't help but laugh at this. I mean, the guy was depressed, not psychotic. He's telling me all this, and I'm picturing Abraham Lincoln, top hat and all, fondling this man. Sigh.
Best First wrote:I didn't like it. They don't have mums, or dads, or children. And they turn into stuff. And they don't eat Monster Munch or watch Xena: Warrior Princess. Or do one big poo in the morning and another one in the afternoon. I bet they weren't even excited by and then subsequently disappointed by Star Wars Prequels. Or have a glass full of spare change near their beds. That they don't have.
Ha!Optimus Prime Rib wrote:grats man! You can imagine my surprise at this topic. I was thinking "After OPR? does this mean PVP just became the real deal? should I be afraid? what is he after me for? more importantly, what is he after me WITH?"
Best First wrote:I didn't like it. They don't have mums, or dads, or children. And they turn into stuff. And they don't eat Monster Munch or watch Xena: Warrior Princess. Or do one big poo in the morning and another one in the afternoon. I bet they weren't even excited by and then subsequently disappointed by Star Wars Prequels. Or have a glass full of spare change near their beds. That they don't have.
You should see my parents. They won't stop with that last story. Always gets a big laugh with that one, but I deserve it. That guy must have thought I'm the one who should have been admitted to the psych ward.bumblemusprime wrote:Yaya wrote:Another medical incident. Again, during my OB rotation.
This women came in for complaints of abdominal swelling over the past year. A CT scan confirmed a huge ovarian cyst. We went to surgery and opened her up. "Huge" isn't the word. It was literally the size of a basketball. I remember one of the residents commenting it looked like a human head because it had a bump like a "nose". It was quite gross to behold. It was green and veiny. Anyway, I was instructed to retract it away from it's stalk at the ovary. So I pulled it towards me. The attending said he couldn't get a good enough view, so he asked me to pull harder. Big mistake. I pulled harder, and POP!, it burst and a wave, yes, a wave, of green fluid poured over the table onto the OR floor and onto the resident. (Miraculously, I was spared). I laughed out loud and was reprimanded for it. Fortunately, there was no associated odor, but twas a sight I'll never forget.
Another incident. As the medical student, you're at the bottom of the ladder, the lowest rung. As such, when a dirty job arises, you're the first to be asked, and if you want good marks, you're the first to offer. Well, there's a thing we do for all the old people who are too constipated to **** called a disimpaction. Essentially, it entails manually reaching into the rectal vault and literally grabbing feces that are too stubborn to come out, disimpacting the obstruction. I was called upon for this dubious task, but of course, did not offer (good marks be damned). But when ordered to do something, you do it. So I did it. I know some here like to talk about the places they've been, places no one else has been. But let me tell you, sometimes 'going where no man has gone before' isn't something to brag about.
Another funny incident. I was on my psychiatry rotation. It was my very first clinical rotation as a medical student. I was asked to counsel one of the patients who was severely depressed. During my first session with him, he mentions to me that Lincoln comes to him during the night and fondles his genitals. I act unsurprised, play the poker face. I picture in my mind Abraham Lincoln approaching this man in the wee hours of the night and grabbing the patient's crotch. I realize this man's psychosis runs deeper than I was originally led to believe. I start asking him about why he thinks this happens. He says "hell if I know, I think he's always been a pervert." I've read a lot of things about Abraham Lincoln, but being a perv was never mentioned. We talk about this problem for about an hour. Finally, I say "should I tell the attending that you see Abraham Lincoln doing this to you?" The patient gets this quizzical expression on his face and asks "Abraham? I'm talking about Lincoln. Lincoln Hampton. The patient I share a room with." I look over at the patient's room info. Yep. His roommate is Lincoln Hampton.To this day I can't help but laugh at this. I mean, the guy was depressed, not psychotic. He's telling me all this, and I'm picturing Abraham Lincoln, top hat and all, fondling this man. Sigh.
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I read the last two to my mom and my wife and my wife almost did more damage to the already damaged parts from laughing so hard.