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04-01-2022
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#901
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Operating Under Confusion
Children, Hospital, Nevada, Parents/Guardians, Stupid, USA | Healthy | November 20, 2019
(I work for a pediatric dental practice. We are currently at our surgical center where kids get put to sleep so we can do all of the work necessary. There’s loads of paperwork, normal doctor check-ups, and numerous confirmations that patients’ parents need to go through before we see them. We have a two-year-old girl that needs work on every single tooth; she’s been on our waitlist for surgery for two months. We are about to bring her back to the OR.)
Nurse: “Okay, sweetheart, time to say bye to Mommy.”
Mom: *looking so confused* “Wait, why is she saying bye?”
Nurse: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you aren’t allowed into the OR for sterilization purposes.”
Mom: “But how is she supposed to fall asleep without me reading her a story?”
Nurse: “The anesthesiologist–”
Mom: “The what?!”
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04-03-2022
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#902
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Assign The Doctor A Memory Test
Australia, Doctor/Physician, Ignoring & Inattentive, Medical Office, New South Wales, Sydney | Healthy | December 27, 2019
(I have been going to the same GP since I was about fifteen, my daughter since she was born, but it seems to be time to find a new one as ours is showing his age; he has been getting more and more forgetful. I have ordered blood tests as I have developed some allergies recently; my daughter needs hers done for a heart issue and also needs a script for heart meds. He asks her what she needs this particular medicine for and we have to explain, even though he has been doing the scripts for the past five years. We get our bloods at the same time. He starts with my daughter’s and tells her that everything but her iron levels is in the normal range. He gives her the printed results to take to her cardiologist; he is going to print a copy for himself but he writes the results into her file. Then, he goes over mine. He reads out everything as good, but when he gets to my liver results…)
GP: “Oh, no, we need to get you some tests right away; your liver results are not good.”
Me: “Yes, I know. I have [liver disease].”
GP: “You have [liver disease]? Who told you that?”
Me: “You did.”
GP: “Not me. I would have remembered that. There would be notes and paperwork in your file.” *rifles through files to prove it isn’t there and finds the paperwork* “Oh, I did tell you.”
(We realise that he’s not given us a new referral letter for the cardiologist appointment, so we go back.)
GP: “Okay, [Daughter], we need to get blood tests done for you to take to your appointment.”
Daughter: “I had the blood tests done already.”
GP: “Who with?”
Daughter: “Uh, you.”
GP: *rifles through her files and after looking over some paperwork* “Oh, looks like you have to get more sun; you have very low Vitamin D.”
Daughter: “No, you said low iron.”
GP: “No it’s Vitamin D. Look; it’s only sixteen.” *hands her a blood test result*
Me: “No, she had low Vitamin D last year; this time it was low iron.”
GP: “It says it right there.”
Daughter: “Um, this is last year’s result; look at the date.”
GP: “It has it on this result, too. You had the test in September.” *holds up another sheet that I take off him*
Me: “This is last year’s, too — September 2018. Her last one was in October this year.”
GP: “But the results aren’t here; if I did them they would be.”
Daughter: “You gave them to me.”
GP: “Why did I do that?”
Daughter: “I needed them for the cardiologist.”
GP: “But I would have written the results on your file and printed up a copy, as well; I definitely didn’t write anything.” *runs his finger up the writing on her files* “Oh, so I did.”
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04-03-2022
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#903
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Quite The Operation Santa’s Got Going
Adorable Children, Awesome, California, Coworkers, Holidays, Inspirational, USA, Vet | Healthy | December 25, 2019
(I work at a vet clinic that is open late night for emergencies and offers boarding. A couple of years ago, [Former Coworker] had to stop working in order to care for a disabled family member, but she left on good terms with the doctor and still has coffee with the manager regularly. Her son has been asking for a dog for quite a while now. Not just any dog, he knows the exact breed and color pattern he wants. At the staff meeting Monday, the doctor let us all know that [Former Coworker] was going to be surprising her son with a puppy for Christmas. She had found the exact dog he wanted and would be adopting it later this week and bringing it here to board with us until late Christmas Eve when she would pick it up. The morning she brings the puppy in, [Coworker] and I are working at the front desk. She is greeting people as they walk in and handling check-ins. I am checking out a family who just finished their cat’s exam. They have a little girl about six years old, too short to be seen over the counter from where [Coworker] is.)
Coworker: “Hello, how can I… Oh, hey, [Former Coworker], long time no see. So, this is the puppy Santa is bringing [Son]? He’s gonna be so thrilled; it’s exactly what he’s been asking for.”
Young Girl: *very loudly* “If Santa is bringing that puppy to someone, why is he here? Shouldn’t he be at the North Pole?”
(My coworker is clearly at a loss for words and starts sputtering.)
Former Coworker: *just hands [Coworker] the puppy and bends down to the girl* “Your parents haven’t told you? See, when Santa brings a child a pet he calls the parents first to make sure the house has everything that it needs, like food and toys and a dog bed, and space for the animal, and that the kid can take care of it. Then, if the parents say it’s okay, Santa looks all over the world to find the perfect animal, and then, because he doesn’t want the puppies and kittens to get bored in the sleigh and eat other kid’s presents, he has his helpers take them to a safe place near the kid’s house. So, Christmas Eve, Santa will come here and pick up the puppy right before coming to [Son]’s house.”
Little Girl: “Oh, so, that’s why when I got [Cat], Santa just brought her bed and food and had Mommy take me to the shelter after Christmas?”
Former Coworker: “Exactly, he knew [Cat] would be happier playing at the shelter rather than being stuck in his sleigh all night, and that she would just get into trouble with all the wrapping paper on Christmas morning.”
Mom: “That’s right; we got a call from an elf letting us know where [Cat] was.”
Former Coworker: “Yep, the elves have every parent’s phone number. Parents get calls from the elves to make sure they have the batteries and other things needed for the toys, helmets for when they get bikes, that sort of thing.”
(At this point, the girl’s family finishes paying and leaves, the little girl happily asking her parents if Santa has called them about presents this year.)
Coworker: *sighs in relief* “I can’t believe you thought of that so fast; I was so worried I’d just ruined Christmas.”
Former Coworker: *laughs* “Last year, my sister got caught by her girls setting up a playhouse, she told them that Santa was behind schedule and woke her up and asked her to put it together so it would be all ready in the morning. The girls just nodded and went back to bed, but in the morning, the oldest said it was a bit rude of Santa not to tell Mommy she would need to set it up. And we all agreed that Santa should have had an elf call first.”
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04-03-2022
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#904
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Will Pass That Class Kicking And Screaming
High School, New Jersey, Non-Dialogue, Pranks, Silly, Teachers, USA | Healthy | December 22, 2019
Many years ago, when I am in high school, I join my local volunteer first aid squad and sign up for EMT training. The classes are largely interesting, and I learn a lot. However, EMTs have a strange sense of humor sometimes.
When we get to the maternity section, the final exam for that part of the course consists of delivering a baby. This is accomplished with a set of special dummies: one which is made to replicate the lower body of a woman, and of course, the infant doll which the instructor pushes out for the person to deliver. The proper procedure is to “catch” the infant as it comes out, clean it gently, and then lay it on the mother’s chest for her to hold.
All is going well in the exam, the students having been broken up into groups and assigned to the dummy on which they will take the exam… until, that is, one of the instructors quietly goes around the room, collecting all of the infant dummies and secreting them away.
At this point, only one group is still testing, as there are no baby dummies to be had anywhere else. One young man approaches to begin his test, and the instructor who’d been taking the dummies steps up to administer it…
And proceeds to begin screaming at the top of his lungs.
The instructor is wailing like he’s being murdered, which, of course, causes the entire room to look over at what is going on. Never breaking his cry, he begins to push the infant doll through. The poor student is terrified, but he still follows procedure admirably.
But the instructor doesn’t stop screaming.
Not sure what to do, the boy is standing there when another infant starts to come out. So he catches that one, too. Then, the next one. And the one after that. Each time they come faster and faster. It looks like an “I Love Lucy” routine as the poor boy is struggling to catch the dolls, clean them, and place them before the next one comes. It’s to the point where he is stacking the babies like logs on the “mother” because there is no room for them, and he barely manages to put one down before the next one is out.
All the while, the instructor never stops wailing.
The rest of the class is, of course, cracking up. We’re all laughing so hard we can’t breathe. The poor student is handling it admirably, though, never giving up or getting mad. Finally, about two dozen babies later, the instructor runs out of dummies. The test is allowed to end, and the instructor ceases screaming.
The student does pass the exam, but he is admonished that in the future he probably shouldn’t stack newborn infants like Jenga blocks.
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04-03-2022
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#905
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Welcome To The Stage, Ma’am-O-Gram!
Editors' Choice, Hospital, Indianapolis, Non-Dialogue, Rude & Risque, USA, Wordplay | Healthy | December 20, 2019
During my regular mammogram, the doctor saw a lump that they wanted better images of, so I went to the clinic for the diagnostic mammogram follow-up. In my mid-forties now, I used to be an exotic dancer years ago, and I’m not exactly shy.
The nurse was getting me prepped for the diagnostic mammogram. This involved a couple of magic marker lines for orientation. She also applied some kind of metal sticker to point to the area of interest.
She turned to put a note in the file and told me, “Give me two shakes and we’ll get this done and over with.”
Odd directions… but I gave her my best shimmy, making sure that the sticker stayed attached to my swinging breasts.
She laughed so hard that she dropped her pen and needed a minute to recollect her professional cool.
Apparently, she meant the phrase “in two shakes of a lamb’s tail,” meaning, “in a short time.” She wasn’t expecting a show!
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04-03-2022
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#906
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Emergency Services Needs To Address This Issue
Colorado, Emergency Services, Geography, Lafayette, Lazy/Unhelpful, USA | Healthy | December 18, 2019
(Leaving the fast-food drive-thru window, I am overwhelmed with a wave of nausea and dizziness. I manage to pull across several parking spaces and wait, hoping I’ll feel better. I don’t. I think I might pass out, and wish I’d throw up because that might make me feel better. Clearly, I can’t drive, and I have no idea what was wrong. Dizzy, scared, and disoriented, I call 911.)
911: “911! What’s the address of your emergency?”
Me: “I have no idea. I’m at the [Fast Food Restaurant] on the corner of [Highway] and [Cross street].”
911: “But I need a specific address.”
Me: “I can’t give you a specific address. I’m in pain and scared. I’m at–” *repeats cross streets* “Please help me!”
911: “We cannot help you without a street address, ma’am.”
Me: *losing my cool completely* “Okay, start at the hospital. Drive north on [Highway] a few blocks. When you get to [Major Store], look to the east, to your right. You will see [Fast Food Place] with a car parked across several spots. That’s me!”
(Funniest thing, they did find me! It turned out to be a kidney stone.)
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04-03-2022
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#907
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Deck The Halls With Bouts Of Nausea
Lazy/Unhelpful, Non-Dialogue, Pharmacy, Texas, USA | Healthy | December 16, 2019
I have chronic nausea. I take a prescription nausea medication to keep it under control so I can eat and function. The nausea is related to stress, as well as my diagnosed depression and anxiety.
Six days ago at the time of writing, two days before Thanksgiving, my grandmother, who has to handle most phone calls for me due to my hearing issues, called the pharmacy to request a refill of my meds because I was almost out. Later, we got a call telling us that the refill request had been denied because my doctor’s office said I had to see the doctor before I could get a refill. I called the doctor the next day and was told that they had sent in an approval, but they would send another one to be sure.
Pharmacy still said they had no approvals, only a denial.
Thanksgiving came and the office was closed. I checked the pharmacy again, and they still said they only had a denial and couldn’t fill it.
Black Friday, same deal, but we got a call from someone at my doctor’s office informing us that they’d be closed until Monday. I only had enough of my meds to get me through Black Friday. I ended up skipping my second dose so I would have one for Saturday morning, and was unable to eat dinner on Friday.
Same deal with the pharmacy on both Saturday and Sunday. No approvals received, only one denial, and they still couldn’t fill it even though I was unable to eat or drink without it at this time. I even got on the phone myself and cry and beg the pharmacist to give me an emergency three-day supply that the law allows, and was told no because of the “denial.”
This morning, Cyber Monday, after going the entire weekend feeling like I was in Hell since eating was pretty much impossible, my grandmother called my doctor’s office to set up an appointment for the first time slot they could fit me into today.
She was informed that they absolutely did not send in a denial, I did not need to see my doctor before getting a refill, and that their system says I don’t have to see my doctor for a refill on my medication until sometime next year. My doctor knows that I need the medication every single day to be able to eat, and I’m about twenty pounds underweight right now due to stress-induced illness that lasted for three months solid, so I need to be able to get a refill at any time until I gain some weight back.
It turns out that someone at the pharmacy put it on my file that they were sent a denial and got no approvals whatsoever. A few hours ago, I got a text saying that I had a prescription ready for pickup, which would be done first thing in the morning because we couldn’t get to the store.
I have filed a complaint with corporate for the store the pharmacy is in, and my complaint has been forwarded to the store manager with the assurance that the incident will be investigated and that this absolutely should not have happened. The person I conversed with — via chat — was horrified about it.
I hope that pharmacist gets fired and feels proud of themselves for giving a disabled woman no less than five panic attacks over the course of three days and causing her a lot of unnecessary stress that has likely set back her recovery from illness. I won’t be able to fully enjoy Christmas with my family now because I’ll still be recovering and having trouble eating much food.
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04-03-2022
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#908
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Just Another Kidney Stoner
Bad Behavior, Hospital, Lazy/Unhelpful, Nurses, USA | Healthy | December 15, 2019
(I have a massive kidney stone trying to pass. I’m in the hospital, waiting for surgery to reduce the size. I suddenly have massive pain, bad enough my vision goes fuzzy. I’m crying, unable to really form words. I press my call button. After a moment, a nurse comes in.)
Nurse: “Can I help you?”
Me: “Pain… bad…”
Nurse: “On a scale of one to ten?”
Me: “Ten!”
(Because of the pain, I practically shout the number.)
Nurse: “You don’t need to raise your voice! I’ll get you something!”
(She leaves and comes back a minute later with a pill.)
Nurse: “Here’s some Tylenol.”
(All I can do is look at her, since that won’t be anywhere near enough for how my pain is.)
Nurse: “Well?! Take it!”
Me: “Need more…”
Nurse: “Ugh, you’re probably just a drug seeker! I’m not giving you anything else!”
(At this point, I just break down sobbing. She storms out. A few minutes later, my doctor comes in.)
Doctor: “Are you okay?!”
Me: “Pain bad… help…”
Doctor: “Okay, sweetie, I just need to know if you can tell me what number you’re at.”
Me: “Ten…”
Doctor: “All right. Do you want me to wait here while I have someone bring you medication?”
Me: “Please!”
(She does stay with me. After she calls the pharmacy, she holds my hand and talks to me to calm me back down. Once the medication is brought up and put into my IV, she makes sure it starts working.)
Doctor: “Your nurse said you were asking for drugs?”
Me: “No, I pushed my call light and told her I was in pain. She yelled at me saying that’s all I wanted and then left.”
Doctor: “She apparently thought you were faking something to get pain meds for an addiction. There’s no way you could fake a kidney stone on the imaging results. I’ll make sure you don’t have to deal with her anymore.”
(True to her word, I didn’t see that nurse for the rest of my stay.)
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04-03-2022
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#909
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That Flu Right Over Her Head
Health & Body, High School, Jerk, Louisiana, Parents/Guardians, USA | Healthy | December 13, 2019
(This event happens more than halfway through my junior year in high school. It’s important to note that prior to this, I have only missed about four or five days of school during my ENTIRE high school career, half of which were from when my grandmother died unexpectedly last year. This one particular morning, I wake up feeling like complete and utter crap. I also just so happen to have two major presentations today after lunch and my parents know about both of them. They basically have to fight to get me out of bed, accusing me of either lying or exaggerating to get out of my presentations. I manage to power through the first half of the day before breaking down at lunch and having my counselor essentially force my mother to come and get me. Naturally, she isn’t happy about it as she still thinks I’m purposefully trying to avoid my presentations.)
Mom: *in a very condescending tone* “I hope you’re prepared to go to the doctor. I’m bringing you back right after, too.”
(It’s very clear she’s trying to call my “bluff” and scare me into backing down, but I just quietly shrug. And just as she said, she brings me to a walk-in clinic near my school. After going through the standard procedure, the nurse seeing me takes a snot sample for a flu test.)
Mom: “I’m thinking it’s just a little cold at most.”
Nurse: “If that’s the case, we’ll probably just do a steroid shot, but let’s see the test results first.”
(She leaves and returns a few minutes later. To my mother’s surprise, the nurse is now wearing a procedure mask.)
Nurse: “So, he has the flu. We’re lucky y’all caught it within the first two days so we can write him a prescription for some Tamiflu that y’all can pick up at your preferred pharmacy. We’ll also give you a doctor’s note that says he can’t go to school until at least next Monday. Until then, make sure he gets plenty of rest and that he doesn’t have a fever for at least 48 hours prior to Monday.”
(My mother was horrified and ended up asking to have herself tested, too; she was negative. Although I feel bad for all my friends and classmates who sat by me that morning, I can’t help but gleefully remember my mom’s face when she realized that I wasn’t faking s***.)
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04-03-2022
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#910
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When Laughter Is NOT The Best Medicine
Connecticut, Emergency Services, Punny, Silly, USA | Healthy | December 11, 2019
(I am a paramedic.)
Me: *to a patient* “Let me borrow your arm for a blood pressure check, please.”
(The patient extends their arm.)
Partner: “Don’t worry; she’ll give it back.”
Me: “Yeah. I got in way too much trouble last time for not giving it back. The police even chased me!”
Patient: “The police chased you?”
Me: “Yeah! For armed robbery!”
Partner: *groans and slams back doors of the ambulance while walking away*
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04-03-2022
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#911
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It’s Not Just The Organs That Are Failing
Doctor/Physician, Hospital, Jerk, Lazy/Unhelpful, Uruguay | Healthy | December 9, 2019
(When my brother is around nine, he wakes up screaming in pain. As we have no vehicle of our own and no way of getting a taxi or a lift, my mother has to walk with a screaming child two kilometers to the hospital. She went to nursing school, but is not currently working as a nurse.)
Doctor: *after barely poking him* “Well, seems to be just some gas. He’s probably just using the pain to get attention.”
(My mother looks at her like she’s crazy, while my brother still cries and screams.)
Mom: “My son is not like that. Look, I am a nurse. I’m pretty sure he has appendicitis.”
Doctor: “Oh, nonsense. You don’t know what you are talking about.”
Mom: “But I do–”
Doctor: “Listen. I am a doctor. You are just a nurse. He is fine. Now leave.”
(My mother leaves the hospital furious. Not surprisingly, two days later, my brother’s appendix ruptures. My mom manages to get a passing car to take them to the hospital, and my brother has surgery. Because the hospital has no full anesthesia, they have to use local — the kind that only numbs the area — and my brother is operated on while awake and screaming. While he is still in surgery, my mother runs into the doctor in the hallway.)
Doctor: “Oh, you are here again. What, does your son have a headache now? It might be a tumor, don’t you think?”
(My mother almost attacked her, but her father entered the hospital on time and stopped her. My brother survived and made a full recovery, and my mother reported the doctor; unfortunately, nothing came out of it at the time, but a few years later she was forced into retirement for repeatedly misdiagnosing patients.)
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08-18-2022
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#912
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It’s Not Just In The Media
Emergency Services, Lazy/Unhelpful, Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh, USA | Healthy | March 11, 2021
It is a day or two after my dad has had a pacemaker finally put in after several years of him dying due to an extremely slow heart rate. It is quite early in the morning and I am awoken by my dad telling me to call 911 as he’s experiencing severe chest pain. He goes back to his room and I quickly run to grab the phone and I call 911, which is when things go south.
Operator: “Hello?”
I think I’ve called the wrong number somehow.
Me: “Hello?”
Operator: “Hi. Did you need something?”
Me: “Yeah, is this 911?”
Operator: “Yes. Did you need something?”
Me: “Sorry, it’s just that in the media you guys always say, ‘911, what’s your emergency?’ and you threw me off. Anyway, I need an ambulance to my house.”
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08-18-2022
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#913
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Rise Like A Very Confused Phoenix
Canada, Doctor/Physician, Ontario, Vet | Healthy | March 10, 2021
My indoor tabby cat is ten years old. Recently, we had a little health scare with him that got so bad we thought we were going to lose him. Luckily, he pulled through. We decided from then on we were going to take him for regular vet checks. Yes, I know we should have been taking him regularly before.
After having a bad experience with one clinic, we are recommended to a better clinic. They are great with my boy and super nice.
After the first visit, I talk to the vet.
Vet #1 : “Phoenix is in great health. His ticker is good, his teeth are great, and he is very well-behaved. Since he is ten now, I’d like you to put him on senior food.”
Six months later, we go back to the vet to get some vaccines.
Vet #2 : “I am really concerned about Phoenix’s teeth. He has some bad gingivitis; you won’t be able to see it if you looked but I have a trained eye so I can see it. Also, why do you have him on a senior food?”
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08-18-2022
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#914
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She’d Be Swelling With Pride
Australia, Children, Current Events, Hospital, Victoria | Healthy | March 9, 2021
I’m at the hospital.
Little Boy: “Why aren’t you wearing a mask?”
Me: “Oh, hi, kid. The masks don’t fit me right now. Can you go back to your mum? I can’t talk well right now.”
Little Boy: “Mummy says that everyone has to wear a mask.”
Me: “Normally she’d be right, but the doctor has given me special permission just this once.”
Little Boy: “But Mummy says that people who don’t wear masks are selfish b*****ds.”
Me: “Go back to your mummy and I’m sure she’ll explain it. I can’t fit into the masks right now.”
Little Boy: “Why not?”
Me: “Because my face is all swollen up, see?”
Little Boy: “Isn’t that what you normally look like?”
Me: “No?”
Little Boy: “Oh, all right, then.”
In the mother’s defence, the woman he wandered back to was trying to comfort a little girl with a lot of blood on her face. I think she was a bit preoccupied to realise what had happened.
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08-18-2022
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#915
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Medical Work Can Make You A Little Nutty
Bizarre, Medical Office, Nurses, USA | Healthy | March 8, 2021
I’m at my orthopedist’s office to treat an inflammatory injury to my hand. They assess the damage and decide to give me an anti-inflammatory injection to treat it. I do extremely poorly with shots and realize at the last second that I’ve forgotten to eat breakfast, which makes it worse. Shortly after the injection, I have one coherent moment where I look at my nurse and tell her I think I’m going to puke before I go mostly incoherent and nearly black out.
When I’m feeling a little more lucid, I notice there’s a different nurse than my original nurse, who I find out got freaked out when she realized I might faint and got another nurse to take care of me.
Nurse #2 : “Yeah, she was freaking out. Halfway through, she says, ‘Her lips are blue! They’re blue! They’re blue!’ I had to tell her, ‘Yeah, she’s passing out. They’re gonna do that. She’ll be okay.'”
Me: “Ha, I don’t even remember that… Um, am I able to get some water?”
[Nurse #2 ] calls out the door to [Nurse #1 ].
Nurse #2 : “Can you get her some ice chips, please?”
After a few minutes, the original nurse comes back in and starts to hand me a cup of ice, but she yanks it back from me at the last second.
Nurse #1 : “Wait! Are you allergic to peanuts?”
Me: “Uh… no?”
Nurse #1 : “Oh, good. That’s the last thing we need! I went to get the ice as quick as I could but I realized none of it was crushed so I grabbed a jar of peanuts to crush it with but I broke the jar and got some peanuts on the ice.”
Me: “Oh… thanks.”
[Nurse #2 ] and I stare at her as she leaves the room and I turn to look at my ice, which isn’t crushed and is in giant pieces. I feebly scoop out a giant ice cube with my hand since she didn’t bring me a spoon. [Nurse #2 ] looks exhausted as she sighs.
Nurse #2 : “Let me find you a spoon.”
Me: “Thanks. Oh! There’re— She wasn’t kidding. There are peanuts in this ice.”
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08-18-2022
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#916
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Brace For Impact!
Bizarre, Dentist, Funny, South Carolina, USA | Healthy | March 6, 2021
I got braces a week ago. It’s a rather boring day, so my friends and I decide to goof off on the trampoline. While doing a flip, I fall and faceplant, and my braces get caught in the mesh.
We’re all laughing like idiots until it becomes apparent that I cannot free myself. One of my friends runs and grabs a pair of wire cutters and uses it to remove the wire from my braces, freeing me. In the process, a few brackets pop off, but it’s far better than having to call emergency services for help.
A few days later, I’m at the orthodontist, getting the wire and brackets put back on.
Orthodontist: “Good lord, what did you eat?”
Me: “Uh, actually, I got my face caught in a trampoline.”
Orthodontist: “What?”
Me: “Yeah. My friend was doing flips and I tried to copy them and landed on my face. And, uh, we had to get me free somehow.”
Orthodontist: *Laughing* “That’s a new one.”
There was no permanent damage and my braces ended up working out perfectly. But I wonder if anyone else has ever had that happen. I can’t be the only mega klutz that’s had to be freed from a trampoline.
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08-18-2022
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#917
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You’ll Knock That Migraine Out Real Good
Doctor/Physician, Hospital, USA | Healthy | March 5, 2021
I get migraines that can take me out for days. Before the headache sets in, I lose sensation in the left side of my body, followed by nausea and vomiting, and then tunnel vision. It is impossible for me to work when it gets to this point, so I try to take care of it as soon as the first symptoms start.
I get to work early to set up and start losing sensation in my neck and shoulder on the left. I immediately take all the meds my doctor tells me to, hoping it’s not too late. I ask the front desk to cancel my first client so I can go to the urgent care next door and see if they can do anything.
I turn off a few lights in the exam room to ease the pain and try to focus on the poster in front of me. It is a PSA on “How to prescribe opioids properly.” I grew up in a place where opioid addiction is an epidemic and have lost many friends to overdoses.
The doctor finally comes in and switches on all the lights.
Doctor: “I’m going to give you something for the nausea and twenty-two Percocet.”
I stare at him in disbelief. Twenty-two Percocet for a migraine? He sees my look.
Doctor: “Okay, twenty-four, then, and here’s a note for work.”
I was too upset and flabbergasted to say much more but I took the scripts and left. I went back to work and explained what had happened and that I needed to go home. One of my coworkers offered to sell my script!
I lost it on them and took an Uber home and just slept it off. I just couldn’t believe the doctor’s reaction or my coworker’s lack of awareness.
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08-18-2022
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#918
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This’ll Make You Clench Your Teeth
Belgium, Hospital, Patients, Revolting | Healthy | March 4, 2021
I work as a secretary in the Medical Imaging department at a local hospital. We offer appointments for MRIs. When a patient checks in, we ask them to fill out a questionnaire. This is to check if they have materials inside their body that can be dangerous because of the electromagnetic waves of the MRI.
Sometimes people can’t fill in the questionnaire. Some forget their good glasses, some can’t read or write, some don’t speak the language. Whatever the reason, we offer to read the questions to them and fill it in.
A patient comes up to me and says he can’t fill the questionnaire in on his own. I go over the questions with him. One of the questions is about dentures and whether they are magnetic.
Me: “Do you have dentures, sir?”
Patient: “Yes.”
Me: “Are they magnetic?”
Patient: “No, they are fastened with hooks. Here, look!”
The patient proceeds to pull down his mask and pull out his dentures, and he tries to shove them in my face!
Me: “That’s all right, sir. I believe you.”
I have never been happier that we had plastic shields installed at our desks.
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08-18-2022
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#919
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Yeah, But I Don’t See How That’s Any Of Your Business
Doctor/Physician, Jerk, Medical Office, USA | Healthy | March 3, 2021
It’s the early 2000s and I’m eighteen. I have been taking birth control, but my period is late and my boyfriend and I are worried. I make an appointment with my general practitioner.
Now, regardless of my personal life choices, she should be professional, right?
Nope. The first thing she says when she walks in the room is:
Doctor: “Have you been a baaad girl?”
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08-18-2022
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#920
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Lazy Medical Work Is Infectious
Doctor/Physician, Hospital, Lazy/Unhelpful, Nurses, USA | Healthy | March 2, 2021
I have a lump under my chin that has been swollen to the size of a blueberry for three months. I finally go see my doctor, who refers me to a specialist.
Specialist: “Oh, that’s no good at all. Three months, you say? We should remove it as soon as possible. It could be cancerous.”
Scared, I agree and am set up to have the surgery two weeks hence. I go in for pre-surgery bloodwork one week after the specialist appointment.
The very young nurse assigned to take my blood does not clean the skin, use a tourniquet, put on gloves, or even feel around for a vein. She looks, stabs, and fails to get blood.
Then, she walks out of the room, leaving the needle stuck in my arm. The very professional older nurse who comes in next is able to draw blood easily, but I am left with a bruise taking up my entire forearm from the first nurse’s attempt. I suspect she was a very nervous student.
One week later, I come in for my surgery. I’m missing both a college exam and a few days of work for this. They start the IV and give me the first level of anesthesia, sending me to sleep.
I wake up. I yawn and find it immediately suspicious that there is no discomfort when I do so.
Nurse: “I’m sorry, but your doctor is actually out of town. She is teaching a seminar. This was her usual surgery day, but it was blocked. I don’t know how you got put on the schedule, but we can fit you in again in two weeks.”
I agree. Three days later, I cut the back of my thumb fairly deeply on a plastic notebook divider in class. I immediately leave to wash my hands and use my first aid kit to put antiseptic and a bandaid on it.
The following morning, I notice a red line creeping up from my thumb. In the next two hours, it has gotten all the way to my wrist. My first class of the day is with the same professor whose class I was in when I cut myself, and my second class of the day is three hours later with the same professor.
Me: “Hey, Professor, remember how I cut myself in class yesterday and then washed it? Yeah, I think it got infected anyway.”
Professor: “Oh, my gosh. Yeah, go to the student clinic right now. I won’t count it against you if you miss class later. I’ll email you any relevant information if you’re not there. Be safe.”
At the student clinic, they give me two different antibiotic injections, two oral antibiotic prescriptions, and instructions to go to the emergency room if the red line keeps progressing.
A few days later, it is now a week after I was supposed to have surgery. Not only has my thumb infection been defeated, but the suspicious lump is also gone. I call the specialist’s office to tell them this. Surprisingly, I get to talk to the doctor herself, not just one of the nurses.
Me: “So, I got a badly infected cut and the lump went away. What does that mean regarding my surgery?”
Specialist: “Oh, yeah, I’m reviewing your bloodwork, and based on that, it looks like you just had a low-level infection that had isolated itself in a minor lymph node, causing the swelling. If you had gotten an ultrasound, we would have been able to tell that.”
Me: “You didn’t offer me an ultrasound, though! You told me it was probably cancer and should come out immediately!”
Specialist: “Based upon the shape and size of it and what I have in my notes here, it was more likely to have been a benign tumor, not a cancerous one. If you had gotten an ultrasound, I would’ve been able to tell it was neither of those things.”
Me: “You didn’t offer me an ultrasound! I didn’t even know that was an option!”
Specialist: “Well, would you still like to have it removed?”
Me: “No! It’s totally gone and you’re telling me it was just a swollen lymph node! Please cancel my surgery. I’ll call the hospital tomorrow to make sure I’m off the schedule.”
A month later, I get a bill from the hospital for the surgery I never had as well as for the anesthesia I did have. My father works at that hospital. Armed with my lab results, which he is qualified to interpret, and my bill, he stays late after his shift to talk to the billing department for me.
They inform him that they can take off the surgical fees, but that the anesthesia will not be covered by the insurance.
Father: “Any doctor could look at these lab results and tell you that cancer is unlikely. The white blood cell types are all wrong for that. In addition, the only reason the surgery wasn’t performed at that time was because the doctor was literally out of the country. If this bill doesn’t get written off, my daughter will be suing both the hospital and the specialist for everything she possibly can.”
They saw reason, and I never had to pay anything for that fiasco. Over a decade later, that same lymph node still gets swollen every time I’m fighting off an illness. Multiple doctors have assured me it is fine and can even act as an early-warning system that I am getting sick.
I never went back to that specialist, or that hospital, ever again.
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