Ouch!A friend was once given a biopsy by a sleep-deprived junior doctor.
They needed a sample of his colon, so inserted the long bendy jaws-on-the-end thingy, located the suspect area and... he shot through the ceiling. Doctor had forgotten to administer any anaesthetic.
What was your ouchiest moment?
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chthonic, Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
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At least I set an example for my sisters...Growing up, I had my fair share of accidents, mainly as a result of being stupid and having far too much energy. Here are a share of some of them (all required a trip to A & E)...
Aged 4 - Ignored parents advice to wear shoes when running around in house with bare wooden floor (they were in the middle of redecorating). Six inch splinter in foot.
Aged 5 - fell off a roundabout and snapped my humerus like a twig. People looking after me thought I was over-reacting, so I didn't receive even cursory medical attention for 6 hours, whereupon my parents took one look at me and took me to hospital. Turns out I had a cyst in the middle of my humerus, rendering it more stick-like, indirectly leading to...
Aged 6 - decided to continue burgeoning gymnastics career, cruelly cut short for medical reasons (see above) by hoisting myself up in between the units in my galley kitchen and swinging. When my hands (inevitably) slipped, I was unable to manouvere them to protect my face. Nose went splat on the kitchen floor, and bled for four hours.
Aged 7 - On a climbing frame, I slipped on some mud and ended up hanging on for dear life with my dicky arm, which again, snapped like a twig.
Aged 8 - Persuaded by older child to sit on a skateboard backwards and ride down a hill. Concussion.
Aged 9 - Again, ignoring parental advice, decided to take our whippet for a walk whilst wearing roller-blades. Got a busted coccyx for my trouble when she decided to bolt.
Aged 10 - Whilst playing tig at school, I ran straight into a big glass window. Which smashed.
Aged 11, I decided to try a more sedentary lifestyle, which seems to have worked, because the only trips to hospital in the past ten years have been due to my own body rebelling against me (dodgy ears, dodgy eyes, appendicitis, etc.). However, the cyst in my humerus has gone, as has my crippling fear of playground equipment - and after hearing my tales of woe, neither of my sisters have been involved in any accidents.
(, Tue 3 Aug 2010, 21:28, Reply)
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