Doctors, Nurses, Dentists and Hospitals
Tingtwatter asks: Ever been on the receiving end of some quality health care? Tell us about it
( , Thu 11 Mar 2010, 11:49)
Tingtwatter asks: Ever been on the receiving end of some quality health care? Tell us about it
( , Thu 11 Mar 2010, 11:49)
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Long long ago in a city far far away...
I was sitting in a hospital room with Nurse Ratched as she was in labor with our daughter. So far all was going smoothly- I had gotten us there with a minimum of fuss, they checked on the baby and all was fine, and we were waiting for her to be dilated enough for fun things to start happening- and there was a knock at the door.
In walked the doctor. He was short, very tubby to the point of looking like a bowling pin, with a white monk's fringe around a shiny bald head. He smiled at us and in a Midwestern drawl said, "Hewwo."
It turned out that he was a doctor that Nurse Ratched sometimes worked with, so he agreed that it would be more appropriate to have someone else attend her and exited the room. I kept a straight face until the door closed, then the first giggle hit.
"What?" my wife demanded.
"Sshhh. Be vewy vewy quiet. She's having a baby! Huhuhhuuhuh."
The Evil Glare of Death began emanating from the bed.
I pointed at her belly. "Wook! Contwactions! Huhuhuhuhuh."
"Goddammit, Paul-"
I bent and addressed her crotch. "Oooohh, you wascally baby! Come out of thewe!"
If she could have gotten out of that bed she would have killed me. I stood there pissing myself laughing as the torrent of obscenities and abuse poured out of the bed, tears of mirth streaming down my face as the next doctor arrived.
She never forgave me for that...
( , Mon 15 Mar 2010, 13:57, 6 replies)
I was sitting in a hospital room with Nurse Ratched as she was in labor with our daughter. So far all was going smoothly- I had gotten us there with a minimum of fuss, they checked on the baby and all was fine, and we were waiting for her to be dilated enough for fun things to start happening- and there was a knock at the door.
In walked the doctor. He was short, very tubby to the point of looking like a bowling pin, with a white monk's fringe around a shiny bald head. He smiled at us and in a Midwestern drawl said, "Hewwo."
It turned out that he was a doctor that Nurse Ratched sometimes worked with, so he agreed that it would be more appropriate to have someone else attend her and exited the room. I kept a straight face until the door closed, then the first giggle hit.
"What?" my wife demanded.
"Sshhh. Be vewy vewy quiet. She's having a baby! Huhuhhuuhuh."
The Evil Glare of Death began emanating from the bed.
I pointed at her belly. "Wook! Contwactions! Huhuhuhuhuh."
"Goddammit, Paul-"
I bent and addressed her crotch. "Oooohh, you wascally baby! Come out of thewe!"
If she could have gotten out of that bed she would have killed me. I stood there pissing myself laughing as the torrent of obscenities and abuse poured out of the bed, tears of mirth streaming down my face as the next doctor arrived.
She never forgave me for that...
( , Mon 15 Mar 2010, 13:57, 6 replies)
as i'm never going to be in your wife's situation
i'll stick to the elmer impression!
( , Mon 15 Mar 2010, 16:06, closed)
i'll stick to the elmer impression!
( , Mon 15 Mar 2010, 16:06, closed)
That
Is exactly what I would do. Which may explain why I am very much single.
( , Mon 15 Mar 2010, 14:17, closed)
Is exactly what I would do. Which may explain why I am very much single.
( , Mon 15 Mar 2010, 14:17, closed)
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