DIY Surgery
Majoringram tells us: I once had a wart on my hand and went to the doc to get it frozen. It hurt, lots. Instead of having to go back for more, I got my trusty rambo knife and cut the thing off. Three years later, and not even a scar!
( , Thu 20 Jan 2011, 12:08)
Majoringram tells us: I once had a wart on my hand and went to the doc to get it frozen. It hurt, lots. Instead of having to go back for more, I got my trusty rambo knife and cut the thing off. Three years later, and not even a scar!
( , Thu 20 Jan 2011, 12:08)
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Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I'll cure them with some top quality bodge jobs afterwards.
Here are a few of mine from years gone by. None are big enough to warrant a whole post, so have a collecton. Injuries were generally suffered by myself, but some were by mates.
#1 Broken ulna and radius
Cause: Dudley Death Drop. Me and friends wrestling on the school field, aged 11. I lost.
Remedy: Lie on the floor, screaming. Cover arm with school blazer.
Result: Surprisingly, didn’t work. Weekend in hospital after a four hour operation. Metal plates in my arm for 2 months, which I now have sat in a little pot (screws and all) on the side in my bedroom.
#2 Suspected broken foot and hand
Cause: Argument with taxi driver whilst absolutely munted. Taxi driver subsequently tried to run me over, only got my foot. Probably deserved it too. Followed this up by punching like a twat at the taxi, hitting a lovely panel of metal.
Remedy: Sit in bed for the rest of the weekend, drinking and watching some top quality films including Dude, Where’s My Car? and Withnail & I
Result: Limp for two weeks, having to wear trainers with a suit to work. My little finger on my left hand now sits at a slightly funny angle, and you can feel a weird bone thing on the side of my hand.
#3 Glass jammed in friend’s foot on holiday
Cause: Urm, walking on some glass.
Remedy: Steal girl next door’s eyebrow tweezers, pick out chunk of glass and wash out wound with vodka. Replace tweezers hoping the girl doesn’t notice.
Result: I moan about wasted vodka. Girl finds out about us using tweezers as makeshift operation equipment, and doesn’t take too kindly. Foot heals 100%. Success.
#4 Took all the skin off my left leg
Cause: Slide tackle on fucking rock solid football pitch, sans shin pad.
Remedy: Half a bottle of 40 year old TCP from the works first aid box, the next day
Result: Stunk out office with TCP, hair on that part of my leg no longer grows the same. Bit patchy.
#4 What can only be described as a colony of verrucas on my heel.
Cause: The top quality clientele of my local swimming pool.
Remedy: Bazuka didn’t work, so holding a fuck off chunk of ice on my heel, followed by taking them off with a pen knife.
Result: Missed one, which, without the support of it’s’ comrades, was soon a victim of the remaining bazuka in the tube.
#5 Broken index / middle finger
Cause: Mate playing in goal in five a side (first game of the tournament), gets hit on the end of his fingers, breaking two.
Remedy: Let him use goalie gloves for the rest of the tournament (which we won, and got a trophy so small that the bloke who designed the ashes would have shat a kidney in awe at). Follow this up with a few cans and then a realisation that he might have to go hospital.
Result: As noted above, VICTORY! Then advice from a doctor (the so called experts) that he was stupid to carry on playing, and should’ve gone straight to hospital. Squares. They clearly don’t understand that winning a charity 5 a side is more important than one mans safety.
And that’s all I can think of. I will offer free medical advice on any ailments you have between now and the end of this weeks QOTW.
Yours,
Dr P C Sniffer.
( , Sat 22 Jan 2011, 18:17, 6 replies)
But I'll cure them with some top quality bodge jobs afterwards.
Here are a few of mine from years gone by. None are big enough to warrant a whole post, so have a collecton. Injuries were generally suffered by myself, but some were by mates.
#1 Broken ulna and radius
Cause: Dudley Death Drop. Me and friends wrestling on the school field, aged 11. I lost.
Remedy: Lie on the floor, screaming. Cover arm with school blazer.
Result: Surprisingly, didn’t work. Weekend in hospital after a four hour operation. Metal plates in my arm for 2 months, which I now have sat in a little pot (screws and all) on the side in my bedroom.
#2 Suspected broken foot and hand
Cause: Argument with taxi driver whilst absolutely munted. Taxi driver subsequently tried to run me over, only got my foot. Probably deserved it too. Followed this up by punching like a twat at the taxi, hitting a lovely panel of metal.
Remedy: Sit in bed for the rest of the weekend, drinking and watching some top quality films including Dude, Where’s My Car? and Withnail & I
Result: Limp for two weeks, having to wear trainers with a suit to work. My little finger on my left hand now sits at a slightly funny angle, and you can feel a weird bone thing on the side of my hand.
#3 Glass jammed in friend’s foot on holiday
Cause: Urm, walking on some glass.
Remedy: Steal girl next door’s eyebrow tweezers, pick out chunk of glass and wash out wound with vodka. Replace tweezers hoping the girl doesn’t notice.
Result: I moan about wasted vodka. Girl finds out about us using tweezers as makeshift operation equipment, and doesn’t take too kindly. Foot heals 100%. Success.
#4 Took all the skin off my left leg
Cause: Slide tackle on fucking rock solid football pitch, sans shin pad.
Remedy: Half a bottle of 40 year old TCP from the works first aid box, the next day
Result: Stunk out office with TCP, hair on that part of my leg no longer grows the same. Bit patchy.
#4 What can only be described as a colony of verrucas on my heel.
Cause: The top quality clientele of my local swimming pool.
Remedy: Bazuka didn’t work, so holding a fuck off chunk of ice on my heel, followed by taking them off with a pen knife.
Result: Missed one, which, without the support of it’s’ comrades, was soon a victim of the remaining bazuka in the tube.
#5 Broken index / middle finger
Cause: Mate playing in goal in five a side (first game of the tournament), gets hit on the end of his fingers, breaking two.
Remedy: Let him use goalie gloves for the rest of the tournament (which we won, and got a trophy so small that the bloke who designed the ashes would have shat a kidney in awe at). Follow this up with a few cans and then a realisation that he might have to go hospital.
Result: As noted above, VICTORY! Then advice from a doctor (the so called experts) that he was stupid to carry on playing, and should’ve gone straight to hospital. Squares. They clearly don’t understand that winning a charity 5 a side is more important than one mans safety.
And that’s all I can think of. I will offer free medical advice on any ailments you have between now and the end of this weeks QOTW.
Yours,
Dr P C Sniffer.
( , Sat 22 Jan 2011, 18:17, 6 replies)
You stupid cunt, don't you know that Vodka is best utilised as a cure for appendicitis?
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That's where I've been going wrong then.
I hear it's also a good cure for kidney failure, chlamydia and death.
( , Sat 22 Jan 2011, 18:24, closed)
I hear it's also a good cure for kidney failure, chlamydia and death.
( , Sat 22 Jan 2011, 18:24, closed)
Little known fact
Lung cancer is cured by a combination of bleach and wishful thinking.
( , Sat 22 Jan 2011, 18:42, closed)
Lung cancer is cured by a combination of bleach and wishful thinking.
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