Got A Triple Of Problems With Your Diagnosis
Chicago, Illinois, Medical Office, USA | Healthy | January 15, 2018
(I’m at my ob-gyn office for a prenatal check-up. I’ve been going to this office for six years. A doctor I’ve never seen before walks in.)
Doctor: “You’re here to renew your hormonal birth control prescription?”
Me: “No?”
(I’m just entering my third trimester with triplets. He could see my belly if he’d look up from his phone. You could see my belly from the other side of the state at this point!)
Doctor: *looks confused for a second but still doesn’t make eye contact, instead condescendingly says* “You are aware that condoms aren’t 100% effective, right?”
Me: “Gee, I wish you’d told me that seven months ago…”
(He finally looked up and tried to pass it off as there being another patient in the office right that minute with my very unusual first and last name.)
That’s What I (N)Said
British Columbia, Canada, Pharmacy | Healthy | January 14, 2018
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.
Customer: *holding a box of OTC medication* “Excuse me. My wife is allergic to the Niacide family.”
Me: “Pardon? Do you mean NSAIDs?”
Customer: “No! NIACIDES!”
(I give him a puzzled look.)
Customer: “You know, ibuprofen and stuff!”
Me: “Right… NSAIDs.”
Customer: “Oh, whatever. Can she take this or not?”
Pregnancy Brain Affects The Men Even More
Hospital, Indiana, USA | Healthy | January 13, 2018
(My cousin is a nurse. One of the doctors, male, at the hospital where she works has gotten a few complaints for dismissing women complaining about certain symptoms as “pregnant.” One day she’s talking to a fellow nurse and another doctor, female, in the hallway, when they hear this from a nearby room
Patient: “HALLELUJAH! I’M PREGNANT WITH THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS!”
(My cousin and her coworkers exchange looks as an energetic and loud speech about “virginal conception” and “accepting my heavenly duties” sounds from the room.)
(She went in and took over the rest of the exam while my cousin and her coworker escorted the other doctor out. She said the look on his face was priceless! Needless to say, the story quickly spread around the hospital staff, and the doctor in question got in some trouble with the higher-ups thanks to this and the previous complaints. It’s been two months now, and he has yet to dismiss another woman’s complaints since then.)
Pray That Incompetence Isn’t Airborne
Florida, Hospital, USA | Healthy | January 12, 2018
(I am doing clinicals at the hospital as part of my certified nursing assistant (CNA) program, on the communicable disease ward. I enter at patient room. Now, in this program students aren’t even allowed in the rooms of any patients with airborne contagious diseases. It is also a rule of the hospital that signs be placed on the front of the door along with masks for airborne diseases. I’m making my rounds and enter a room where the patient is sleeping, and grab the chart. He has a serious infectious airborne. I backtrack out of the room and look at the door. No sign, no masks. I approach my teacher about this, and then the head nurse.)
Me: “I read the chart in 334—”
Nurse: “You shouldn’t be in 334. He’s airborne and you’re a student.”
Me: “That’s why I came to you. There is no—”
Nurse: “Why were you in there? You could get seriously sick.”
Me: “You assign—”
Nurse: “It doesn’t matter what I assigned you to. You should know the rules. That’s why I hate working with students. Too stupid to even notice the sign on the door.”
(Now I’m irritated at the interruptions as well as the insinuation of stupidity.)
Me: “Look, lady, I’m not dumb; I’m top of the class. If you’d let me finish a sentence, I could tell you–”
Nurse: “Oh, God. If you’re top of the class, I’d hate to see—”
(I finally snap and interrupt her.)
Me: “And if you’re the head nurse here who is in charge of making sure people are doing their jobs so patients don’t die, I’d hate to see your mortality rate. As I was saying before, there is no sign, no masks, nothing on the door to indicate airborne. There aren’t masks inside or out. As the head nurse, shouldn’t you know this? You assigned me three rooms. When I said the room number you immediately knew he was airborne without pulling a chart. One could figure you knew this upon assigning my rooms, and ignored the rules, or have come across this information since, and rather than changing my assignment, or at least informing me, you just let it go.”
Nurse: “I shouldn’t have to tell you not to enter an airborne room. Now you say you went in without a mask?”
Me: “You should be sure that airborne is indicated as per the rules.”
Nurse: “You’re rude to me. You make a mistake then you’re rude to me. Your teacher will hear about this. Go work on your other patient rooms.”
Me: “My teacher has already heard about this. From me. And I’m not going to work with other sick people when I may have been contaminated. I’m going to tell my teacher I’m going home. I’d suggest you get a d*** sign and masks on that door before you get someone killed.”
(I go to my teacher and fill her in on the conversation. My teacher said she would deal with it, I should go, and to be sure to get tested as well. Then she says this…)
Doctors Need To Have Patience With The Patients
Florida, Nursing Home, USA | Healthy | January 12, 2018
(I am a student in a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) program doing rotations in a nursing home shadowing a CNA working there. This patient is not part of our assigned rooms but is screaming for help. I ignore it at first, as I’m literally surrounded by medical professionals and figure her CNA or nurse will be in soon. Instead it carries on.)
Me: “Shouldn’t we check in on her?”
CNA: “She’s not ours, and she’s always like this. She just wants attention.”
Me: “Okay.”
(Ten minutes later, she is still screaming for help. Nobody is paying attention, and my CNA goes to do something without me. So since I have a 15-minute break without anyone to shadow, I decide to check on the woman. If she just wants attention, no harm done, I can talk a few minutes.)
Me: “Hi, I’m a student. Can I help?”
Patient: “My stomach.”
Me: *picks up chart* “How does your stomach feel?” *I look at the page detailing all she has ate and drank and any output, or waste, that day, thinking it’s an upset stomach*
Patient: “It’s exploding.”
Me: “That’s awful.”
(Then I notice she’s on a catheter, but no urine output has been recorded on her otherwise detailed chart. I look at her cath bag, and there is no urine in it. For those who don’t know much about caths there is always something. The body is constantly producing urine, and with a cath it drains straight off. This seems dangerous to me.)
Me: “I’m going to get you some help.”
(To the nurse at the station.)
Me: “The patient who has been screaming, I just checked in with her.”
Nurse: “She wants attention. Ignore it.”
(I find my teacher.)
Me: “This patient isn’t mine, but she’s been screaming. I keep getting told she’s attention seeking, but she has a cath and no output.”
Teacher: “I’ll check her.”
(I go about my day, and right before the students meet with the teacher for end of the day, I check in with the patient and she starts crying and thanking me profusely, saying nobody else listens, and I helped, and now she is ok. I note there is urine output in the bag. I go on to meet my class, and my teacher starts our reporting. As her final note
Teacher: “Oh, and [My Name] saved a woman’s life today!”
Me: “I did?”
Teacher: “Her catheter was misplaced. She had no urine output. You noticed while everyone else ignored her. When I placed her catheter correctly, the bag overflowed. Her bladder was close to bursting, which could have been serious or even killed her. Let this be a lesson, class: don’t ignore a patient just because they aren’t yours or want attention.”
Eating In Reverse
Hospital, Ohio, USA | Healthy | January 12, 2018
(I am in the ER waiting to be treated for a severe migraine with EXTREME nausea. In the next cubicle is a man who apparently had a blockage in his digestive system. A stomach pump has just begun when I am shown to my cubicle. I am very happy not to have been an “ear-witness” to the tube insertion!)
Female In Next Cubicle: “Oh, look! There’s a jelly bean! And that must be the chicken from dinner!”
(She continued describing every morsel being pumped from his stomach. My nausea increased to the point that I vomited on the floor near the curtain. She wasn’t as excited about seeing what I had eaten. It stopped her narrative, though.)
Benzo Combo No No
Pharmacy, USA, Virginia | Healthy | January 11, 2018
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.
(I work in a popular chain pharmacy/convenience store as a pharmacy technician. It is a week before Christmas and patients are swarming in to get medications refilled before they depart for the holidays. I’m currently working at a prescription filling station that is directly across from where the pharmacist verifies them, allowing us to talk as we work. Another technician takes in a couple of prescriptions and preps them for data entry; however, when the pharmacist spots them, he immediately sees a problem.)
Pharmacist: “Whoa, I am not filling this.”
Other Technician: “Why, what’s up?”
Pharmacist: “This drug combo, carisoprodol, benzo, and an opiate…”
Me: “Bad combo?”
Pharmacist: “It’s outright lethal. I need to speak with the patient.”
(We try to page the patient back to the pharmacy via the store intercom, but it appears that they’ve already left. The pharmacist decides to contact the doctor who prescribed the drug trio to alert them to the potentially fatal consequences. He immediately identifies this doctor as being a sketchy one that he has dealt with in the past. Nonetheless, he steels himself for the call and gets him on the line.)
Pharmacist: “Hi, I’m calling because of a couple of prescriptions that you’ve prescribed for [Patient]. When taken together these drugs are a potentially lethal combo. I wanted to see if perhaps we could if we could get the carisoprodol switched to, say Flexeril.”
Doctor: “There’s been no issues in the past.”
Pharmacist: “Right… but you are aware that is THE Unholy Trinity of drugs, correct? If nothing has happened previously then great, but all it takes is a single time or misstep and the patient is going to die. I highly suggest a switch here.”
Doctor: “I don’t want to do that.”
Pharmacist: *blinks* “So, just so we’re on the same page, you want to knowingly prescribe this potentially deadly combo to the patient, rather than switching?”
Doctor: “I’ve already discussed it with the patient. It’s fine.”
Pharmacist: “Okay, well, I’m going to notify the patient of your decision and make them aware of what’s going on here. I need to cover my bases.”
Doctor: “All right, sure.”
(The pharmacist was shocked by the nonchalant nature of the doctor, but decided to follow his gut instinct and not fill all three scripts. While there are noted instances of patients taking these drugs together, they are few and far between, and the benefits do not outweigh the risks; finally, the sketchy nature of the doctor meant that the pharmacist was less than comfortable doing so. He notified the patient of the situation (who seemed more disappointed with the fact that we wouldn’t fill all three drugs than with the fact that the combo was lethal) and wrote a note on the prescription stating that it was denied as well as our contact number should the patient try to have it filled elsewhere.)
Even The Paperwork Is Making Assumptions
Hospital, USA | Healthy | January 11, 2018
(I have a concussion and am getting a CT scan. The tech hands me a waiver where I sign that I’m not pregnant. I have to check a reason that I know this. I look up and down the list, and see reasons such as “I’ve had a hysterectomy,” “I’ve had tubal ligation,” “I had a negative pregnancy test done in the hospital today,” and “I have gone through menopause.” I don’t see one that describes my situation so I draw a box at the end of the list, and write, “I’m a virgin.” I check my box, sign it, and hand it back to the tech.)
Tech: “Do we really not have an option for that? Wow.”
This Is Not A Test(es)
New York, USA, Vet | Healthy | January 11, 2018
(I work as a receptionist in a small, single-doctor veterinary practice. A first-time dog owner drops off his 6-month-old male Golden Doodle to be neutered. The surgery is routine, and the dog goes home that evening. I get this phone call the following day.)
Me: “Good morning. [Veterinary Hospital]. This is [My Name]. How can I help you?”
Client: “This is [Client]. I brought Fluffy in to be neutered yesterday. Did you also remove his testicles?”
Me: “Pardon me?”
Client: “Did the doctor remove Fluffy’s testicles yesterday when he was in to be neutered?”
Me: “Y-yes. That’s what the procedure is.”
Client: “I wish someone had explained that to me before I agreed to the surgery. Dr.
[Name] only said Fluffy would be castrated, not that his testicles would be removed.”
They Get Sex, You Get Fish
Canada, Clinic, Manitoba, Winnipeg | Healthy | January 10, 2018
(My husband and I had decided to go on a trip to the Dominican Republic with another couple. This couple is about 10 years younger than we are and more attractive. When we go to get our vaccinations before the trip, this happens.)
Nurse: *to the other couple* “Now, you two weren’t planning on getting up to anything naughty with the locals, were you?”
Male Friend: *grinning* “Like what?”
Nurse: *wags finger coyly* “You know what I mean. No sexual activity, okay? You could catch something that these shots won’t prevent.”
Female Friend: “Don’t worry, we won’t.”
Nurse: “Good to know. Have fun. Next!”
Me & My Husband: “That would be us.”
Nurse: *suddenly very business-like* “I have a warning for you two, as well.”
Me: “Don’t have sex with the locals?”
Nurse: “What? No, I was going to warn you not to eat the fish. It might make you sick.”
(As we walked away, my husband said “I feel vaguely insulted and I’m not sure why.”)
Would Have Thought That Was Obvious
Hospital, Melbourne, USA, Victoria | Healthy | January 10, 2018
(I go to get an internal ultrasound due to some gynecological issues. The place I’ve been referred to is specifically for women’s ultrasounds and while they do things for not-pregnant women, most of their work is women who are trying to get pregnant, currently pregnant, or just had a baby. They need to check off a couple of things before they start and the technician is going through my file notes.)
Tech: “I see here that you have the copper IUD.”
Me: “Yeah, I got it about six months ago.”
Tech: “Why do you have one?”
Me: “…because I don’t want babies?”
Tech: *laughs* “Yeah, that was a stupid question. I meant copper was an unusual choice. Why not the [Brand]?”
Their Attitude Is Nothing But A Puff Of Air
Medical Office, USA | Healthy | January 10, 2018
(This is back when the “puff of air” type of glaucoma test was still common. I am 13 or so at this point and have a very strong blink reflex, as well as anxiety that makes me very uncomfortable in medical offices, meaning I have a bad startle reflex, as well. My dad has warned me that the glaucoma test is unpleasant, so I make a request of the nurse doing the test.)
Me: “Can you please count down before you shoot the air? I’ll jump really badly otherwise.”
Nurse: *dismissively* “Uh huh, got it.”
(I’m shaking like crazy when I put my eye up to the machine but trust that the nurse will honor my request. I hear her making some adjustments, and then suddenly she shoots me with the air and I nearly fall out of my chair.)
Me: *startled and close to tears* “You said you’d count.”
Nurse: “I can’t; you’d move away if you knew when it was coming. Oh, come on, you jumped so fast my results got messed up, so we’ll have to redo that eye.”
(She has to do the test three times on one eye and two on the other because I keep jumping so badly. By the time she finishes, I am a wreck and terrified of coming back the next year. Fortunately, shortly after that they raise the minimum age for the test to 18, but when I reach 19 and have an appointment at a new practice I’m still petrified at the thought of the test.)
Me: *to the nurse* “Is there any way I can opt out of the glaucoma test? I don’t have a family history of it and I’m not old enough to be at risk yet.” *I explain my bad experience from years earlier*
New Nurse: “Oh, don’t worry, we actually don’t use that version of the test here. It’s not as accurate, anyway.”
(The new version involves numbing drops and having the eye touched with a small instrument, and I didn’t feel a thing. The new nurse said the other woman had no reason not to count down for me.)
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Childish Behavior, Part 3
Dentist, UK | Healthy | January 9, 2018
(I arrive for a dentist appointment to have some X-rays of my jaw. I am sitting in the waiting room for around 10 minutes when I am called through.)
Dentist: “Okay, sit yourself back down and we’ll take a look.”
(She starts feeling around my gum line. I’m not sure why, but just assume it has something to do with the X-ray.)
Dentist: “How does that feel?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Dentist: “Is it numbed up yet?”
Me: “No?”
Dentist: “Hmmm. We can’t give you any more anaesthetic today. We’ll give it another few minutes.”
Me: “Umm, you haven’t given me any anaesthetic.”
Dentist: *turns back to computer* “Are you [Name]?”
Me: “No, I’m [My Name].”
Dentist: “Oh, you’re my next appointment. Looks like [Assistant] called you in by mistake.”
(I was sent back out and the other patient is called in — a young girl, while I’m a 27-year-old man. I was honestly so shaken by how the dentist didn’t realise the difference that I left and forgot the appointment. I didn’t go back for another two years until the pain in my jaw reached unbearable, at which time most of the staff had been replaced (including my old dentist). I had to register again, but I was put with someone more competent. I got my X-rays and found out I have temporomandibular disorder. I was sent to my GP (which admittedly I should have gone to initially) and prescribed antidepressants to try and relax the muscles. I put myself through two years of additional pain because I was mistaken for a child.)
Childish Behavior, Part 2
Outdoors/Outside | Friendly | November 9, 2016
(I’m walking up the high street behind a random man, who’s just about to pass a charity worker. They tend to gather here to encourage people to sign up.)
Charity Worker: *trying to block his path* “Sir! Sir, how are you today?”
Man: *walks around him* “Fine, thanks.”
Charity Worker: *speeds up to walk alongside him* “Would you like to hear about the work of [Children’s Charity] today and how you can help us improve the lives of children throughout the UK?”
Man: *veering away* “No, thanks. I have to go.”
Charity Worker: “For as little as £25 a month, you could make a huge difference to them! Let me tell you about the ways in which you could help us—”
Man: *speeding up* “I’m not interested!”
Charity Worker: *stopping and shouting down the street after him* “SIR! DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT THE CHILDREN?!”
89 And Feeling Fine
Columbia, Medical Office, South Carolina, USA | Healthy | January 9, 2018
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.
(My dad, who is in his late 80s, goes in for his yearly check up.)
Doctor: “Well, Mr [Dad], Everything looks good except the fact you have gained a little over 10 pounds since I last saw you.”
Dad: *sighs* “Does that mean I have to go on a diet? With Christmas coming up it’s going to be hard. My daughters, grandchildren, and son are all great cooks and they always make all sorts of yummy things for me for gifts.”
Doctor: “Sir, you are 89 years old. I wish my blood pressure was as good as yours. Your cholesterol is perfect, your blood sugar is perfect, your heart is as healthy as any 30-year-old, you can see perfectly with a little help of glasses for reading, you take NO medication of any kind, not even aspirin. You walk. Frankly, I wish I was in as good of health as you are and I am over 35 years younger. Honestly, at this point in your life, I vote you just eat anything and everything you want. You obviously are doing just fine.”
A Large Cavity In Their Diagnosis
Arizona, Dentist, USA | Healthy | January 8, 2018
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.
(Recently I’ve had some tooth pain on the lower left jaw which prompts going to the dentist. As I have severe anxiety and my medication causes some dry mouth, it’s necessary to inform the dentist about it. Note that I’ve had anxiety since about thirteen and am now in my twenties.)
Dentist #1 : *after having done nothing more than look in my mouth* “Do you have any medical conditions?”
Me: “I have anxiety.”
Dentist #1 : “Okay, so, when you have anxiety and stress you can grind your teeth and since you have some gum disease you must be creating a sore spot. I’m not seeing any evidence of grinding, but let’s go ahead and get you treated for gum disease. We’ll need to schedule four [Expensive Treatments].”
(He then leaves, ‘finished’ with his exam, and cannot be found when I go to leave. I am furious that he’d brushed it off as being my anxiety, and I promptly found another dentist who was able to get me in quickly.)
Dentist #2 : *having spent a good ten minutes poking and prodding the teeth along my left side* “Okay, and do you have any medical conditions?”
Me: “I have anxiety and take medication for it.”
Dentist #2 : “Do those medications cause any dry mouth or irritation?”
Me: “A little dry mouth.”
Dentist #2 : “Okay, that’s probably contributed to the little bit of gum disease I’m seeing, but that can be fixed with a deep cleaning. The biggest problem I’m seeing is that you have a wisdom tooth with a massive cavity. It is possible that wisdom tooth is transferring the pain down to here—” *indicating exactly where I’d showed him it was hurting earlier* “Pulling that should help. We can do either pulling, the cleaning, or do them both today.”
Me: “Another dentist told me it was just my anxiety making me grind my teeth.”
Dentist #2 : “Did he mention the grand-canyon sized cavity in the wisdom tooth?”
Me: “No.”
Dentist #2 : “Then you might want to never go there again. That was the first thing I saw, and I can’t find a trace of teeth grinding.”
(I ended up getting the wisdom tooth pulled and aside from the pain of having said tooth pulled, my mouth felt better! He also prescribed some antibiotics to help prevent infection from the cavity and that would help clear up some of the gum disease. The cleaning is scheduled for a few weeks from now to give my mouth plenty of time to heal. He also recommended I look into a dry mouth rinse and asked if there were any special procedures to keep in mind for my next appointment because of my anxiety. It just goes to show that looking at the entire problem and not just a small part of it can fix things a lot faster and easier!)
What A Bloody Fiasco!
Indiana, Indianapolis, Medical Office, Non-Dialogue, USA | Healthy | January 8, 2018
My mom is having some blood tests done. The technician takes the sample and has my mom put pressure on her arm for a few minutes. Mom then puts on her coat, leaves the office, and heads for the elevator.
When the elevator arrives, the woman inside looks at my mom and shouts, “LADY!” Mom looks down and sees blood running down her arm and hand.
She goes back to the doctor’s office, where the staff bandage her arm, clean her coat as best they can, and make her wait half an hour to make sure she’s OK before sending her home.
The next morning, she gets a call from the doctor’s office. “Could you come in again today? The driver who came to pick up the samples yesterday dropped and broke them all.”
Taking Them All Into Custard-y
Hospital, UK | Healthy | January 8, 2018
(I am in hospital for a suspected concussion. It is lunch time and I have ordered some custard. I am about to start eating it when a nurse on the ward comes up to me.)
Nurse: “Sorry, [My Name], but you can’t have that.”
Me: “Why not?”
Nurse: “It doesn’t meet his dietary requirements.” *points to patient on other side of the ward*
Me: “It doesn’t meet his?”
Nurse: “No.”
Me: “Well, it meets mine.”
Nurse: “That’s not how it works.”
Me: *looking around* “Two other people have ordered custard, too. Are you going to take theirs as well?”
Nurse: “…” *walks away*
(I asked the head nurse about it later, and she told me that she does it repeatedly through the week with the head trauma patients, and secretly eats it herself. They’ve found her in the wet room several times, sometimes with multiple servings. They’ve all tried to complain, but whenever she’s at risk of losing her job, she claims to be of [Country] descent, which seems keeps the higher-ups at a distance, cautious of racial discrimination claims.)
Don’t Need X-Ray Vision To See What’s Wrong
Phone, UK | Healthy | January 7, 2018
(I have requested copies of a recent chest X-ray, as for whatever reason therapist has been unable to receive them. I have decided to just to pay for them, as overall the process is easier and faster. Curious, I decide to look at them once they arrive, and end up calling the department again.)
Me: “I’ve just looked over these X-rays and they aren’t mine.”
Person: “I’ll just put you onto the technician; he usually handles requests.”
Technician: “I doubt you would understand the difference between yourself and another person in terms of an X-ray, so I must disagree. They are yours.”
Me: “Are you looking at them now?”
Technician: “Yes.”
Me: “And you don’t see anything odd, like breasts?”
Technician: “…”
Me: “Or, nipple piercings?”
Technician: “Let me just check that for you.” *mumbles* “Who the h*** has an X-ray with nipple piercings in?!”
Me: “I don’t know, but I trust this matter will be resolved quickly.”
Technician: “Of course. I will ring you back later today.”
(He didn’t ring back, and I ended up ringing up every day for weeks before I could get through to him. He finally, and begrudgingly, admitted that my X-rays had gone missing and I needed to come in for more. I assume he must have discovered they were missing, and decided to just send out someone else’s instead. I was horrified by the whole experience, and had my therapist request I have the X-rays done elsewhere. I submitted a formal complaint, but I don’t know if anything happened as I have put myself at distance from them.)
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