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When did you last have good news from the doctor?
alt q: worst medical experience?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:13, 176 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I've had it all my life, so progress is all good!
Alt Q: When I was about 3, my parents had to call a doctor out about 3 times a week, as I needed a nebuliser every time. However, as I don't remember that, I'd say it was the night my brother and I got jumped. That was not fun.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:16, Reply)
he had a bad attack of croup, got a very fast ride in an ambulance with all the flashers going, and had to spend a week in an oxygen tent.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:04, Reply)
There you are in an ambulance and to make matters worse the medics start flashing at you. There's a time and a place, eh?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:09, Reply)
Had my wisdom teeth out and that's about it.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:17, Reply)
Alt: Anything with needles.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:21, Reply)
Girl from high school had one, I had to hold her hand every time she got an injection (we were friends), she was awful.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:34, Reply)
I don't play with cling film!
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:55, Reply)
But I knew that anyway, based on the fact that practically everything I eat contains wheat, and I'm not dead.
alt: At the moment. I have waited two and a half fucking weeks for a GPs appointment, and the fuckers rung me yesterday (at 8.30 a.m.!!!) and postponed it until Monday. By which point I'll probably be blind.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:25, Reply)
I've had early symptoms of a detatched retina for a month now, and I just need a GP's appointment so I can get a hospital appointment. In a way, I'm hoping it does detatch, just so I can get it sorted quicker.
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(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:47, Reply)
omputer systems switch on
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:54, Reply)
You had to ring and ring and ring at 8 a.m., and by about 8.15 they were all out of appointments. I'm not sure which system is worse.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:05, Reply)
At least that's how I chose to hear "There's a chance you'll never walk again". Natural optimist me.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:28, Reply)
it was that bad? Exactly how fast were you going when you hit that barbeque?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:31, Reply)
The break was close to the knee, that's what caused issues. Plus Doctors are very hesitant to give anything other than possible worst case scenarios, so you can't sue them if it goes wrong.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:33, Reply)
Worst experience: having the gall bladder removed in an emergency. The scar is well over a foot long, they must have delivered an alien or something.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:29, Reply)
which is about as good as it gets, i think.
also never had a medical experience good or bad, other than routine stuff like injections, thank god.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:29, Reply)
whilst being sick as a dog from the antibiotics they gave me. I also had a period of about 6 months where I was in agony -proper blinding I'm going to be sick and fall over and cry agony - about 80% of the time and the local hospital refused to investigate because I'd had private surgery. That the two things were clearly unrelated didn't seem to matter, and eventually it resolved on its own anyway.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:30, Reply)
never did I think I'd be so glad to have had a man fondle my nuts.
Had very few medical experiences. Injections in the roof the mouth are probably the worst.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:34, Reply)
Being tested for it was far from fun.
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(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:37, Reply)
I still have the scar.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:38, Reply)
I was in hospital for an operation on my leg. I needed major reconstruction (the results of which can be seen here and was going to be out for the count for a long while so they put a catheter in. For women this is a small tube but for guys it’s quite long.
I came round and the operation had gone as planned and I now just had to stay in bed for about a week.
The next day they took the catheter out and gave me a bottle to pee in too.
Three days later I started pissing blood. “It’s just blood in your urine” they said, “It's nothing to worry about. (Lying cunts)
So I’m lying there, not pissing with blood just pouring out of the end of my cock as if I was pissing. A friendly nurse holds the end of Mr Winkle whilst another cuts off all my pubic hair. They tell me to hold tight. It is about midnight. I hold.
It’s now morning. Clots are forming in my cock; they come out like cherries, bloody horrible cherries coming out of MY COCK! It’s horrible. I have filled several pee bottles with blood and still they keep telling me it’s blood in my urine. I am 22 years old and crying for my mummy.
Midday, mummy arrives. I am humiliated. I am holding my cock desperately trying to stop the bleeding, filling bottles with blood clots and crying whilst lying on bed sheets soaked in blood. “What’s going on?” she asks the nurse “Oh don’t worry it’s just blood in the urine” she replies sounding a little more nervous. “We’ve called for the urologist he will be here soon.
It’s now about 6 O’clock. Shift change. Man comes in to take my blood pressure. “Hmmmm this can’t be right he says and scuttles off to find another machine, it says the same. He calls the head nurse and tells her its wrong and all the machines have broken. She tells him that it’s probably right and that they have been trying to get someone up for hours to stop the bleeding.
7 O’clock arrives and finally the urologist arrives. He says “Oh nothing to worry about just a bit of blood in the urine” he does some checks and says “Oh……. Ummmm damn……..NURSE!”
Turns out it wasn’t blood in my urine. In fact he (for it was the same urologist) had had some trouble getting the catheter in and had stabbed me through the walls of the urethra with a blunt catheter tube, there was now a large clot sitting on the cut which had prevented the bleeding from stopping. All this time they nurses had been phoning him and he had been telling them not to worry as it was blood in the urine and was quite common, they had relayed that information to me but not really believed it. I had been bleeding as if I was pissing cherries for 19 hours. The only way to stop it was to…….put the catheter back in, so that’s what they did and fuck it hurt. Then finally someone has the sense to ask “How long has he been bleeding like that?”
I remember lying there in a bed soaked in brown thick sticky blood, feeling way too hot and suddenly a cold feeling came over my body, it was wonderful. “I feel cold” I said. Suddenly it was panic stations everyone was running around me and a new doctor I hadn’t seen was literally stabbing a needle in to my wrist trying to find a vein. They started pumping saline in to me and I started to warm up. “I’m to hot! I’m too hot!” I shouted “Don’t worry “They said “Hot is good” all of a sudden the same wave of coldness washed over me and I said “Oh that’s better its nice and cold”
And that’s all I remember.
I woke up in the intensive care ward with a triple tap attached to my elbow crook pumping blood in to me. I felt shit but I was alive. I had lost over 5 pints of blood and if I hadn’t have been in a hospital I would be dead.
They let me out after 12 days but I had to have the catheter for another 2 weeks after that and they are horrible, they get infected and make you feel like you need to pee though of course with one in you never need to. I had to empty the bag all the bloody time and you had no control over how fast it filled up.
I am however happy to report that my cock made a full recovery as this SFW evidence shows
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:38, Reply)
but when I read it first I read it as "knee first" now I see it's foo foo first I am more impressed
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:57, Reply)
she has made your kid a ginger.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:44, Reply)
See
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:46, Reply)
If she was ginger she wouldn't have made it home. Incidentally she was born with black hair.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:49, Reply)
Maybe its the red sofa but she's not ginger. My niece is though hahahahaha my sister had a kid with a ginger guy and it came out ginger!
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:48, Reply)
It's terribly confusing, the best shag I've ever had was with a ginger lass
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:53, Reply)
Didn't know she was ginger until we were shagging though, she wore neon pink and purple wigs.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:54, Reply)
No excuse I know, but fucking hell, this lass was magic!
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:57, Reply)
A great ride until your mates see you.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:06, Reply)
and raise you 'a-ringa-ranga-dong for a hol-ee-day'
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:48, Reply)
Oh the name escapes me and I don't want to cheat with Google!!
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:49, Reply)
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:50, Reply)
*sticks on the Goombay Dance Band*
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:54, Reply)
yay!
Didn't have to google that one. My capacity for listening to shit pop is enormous.
EDIT: I can also tell you it was from 1981.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:02, Reply)
WTF is she up to?
And why no lunch?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:47, Reply)
would have got you there sooner.
My other nana was partial to a half a mild or a double whiskey.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:56, Reply)
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:58, Reply)
And as it's the day before payday, am skint. Waiting for my workmate to finish with this customer, then I'll borrow a couple of quid off him. Could be another hour though...
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:52, Reply)
There was pain, squelching, scratching and scraping before a popping noise and a fountain of blood shooting out of my foot. And having my artery clamped when I cut my wrist open (accidentally) was fucking intense.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:50, Reply)
I could, but the plaster and tiles slashed my wrist open, it was very surreall for a few minutes.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:54, Reply)
I should have mentioned how I fucked all the ambulance workers then took all the morphine before continuing to party.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:56, Reply)
Every few days, a nurse came 'round to clean up my wonds and all that, but one day, a granny nurse rested her hand on my cock. She's not the first nurse to do this, it's a simple case of her resting her hand down while her other hand cleans up the wonds. I normally point it out and they go 'whoops" and that is that, they don't realise they're doing it. I'm like "errrrm...., sorry, your hand...", and they laugh and move it, but this granny-nurse didn't quite get the hint, and I was to embarassed to say anything. And then, and this is the worst bit, A SPIDER FALLS FROM HER HAIR INTO MY HEALING WOUND and skuttles off.
She didn't seem to notice, but it was proper grim.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:51, Reply)
Your neighbours, not so much
Good news from the doctor... do opticians count? "Your macular degeneration seems to have stabilised, as long as this trend continues you should retain your eyesight well into your 50's" is the closest I can manage. Paraphrased.
Alt: when I was 18 I got an eye infection that required me to have my eyeballs scraped. Then there was the infamous anal swab
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:52, Reply)
Jizz in her eye, kick her in the shin, punch her in the gut?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:56, Reply)
is rigid, should clear up with this new spray in a few days.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:55, Reply)
so it feels like I'm underwater most of the time.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:20, Reply)
myopiafail :(
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:58, Reply)
Getting your eyes lasered on the NHS is the biggest win I can imagine
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 12:59, Reply)
They're unfixable anyway.
Just when my retina detatches. I will be able to smell my eyeball burning. What the actual fuck? Who pays for that? I may be a bit scared.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:02, Reply)
You poor thing. Does your retina detatch often?
Worst chat-up line EVER
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:06, Reply)
I've had the 'early warning signs' for a month now. It's because I'm so short sighted, my eyes are shaped like rugby balls. I have been told that my retinas have stretch marks on them.
How unsexy is that?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:09, Reply)
Better there than on your boobs
Also; really sorry to hear you're having such a shite time with your eyes honey, even if you having poor eyesight bodes well for my chances of shagging you
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:13, Reply)
Great news :-) shouldn't expect to hear from you for a few days then?
Eric is recovering gradually I think, he's still weak but his fur looks less sparse and he's running about more, even though it leaves him out of breath quickly. He managed a whole almond yesterday which is a step up from the non-solids he's been on so far, and we have another 3 days of antibiotics to give him yet.
Thank you for asking, lovely person :-)
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:20, Reply)
The two at the front that are HUGGING: s787.photobucket.com/albums/yy155/belladonnaanodyne/?action=view¤t=cats.jpg
Glad to hear Eric is a bit better :)
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:23, Reply)
Feeling shit most of the week. Went to A&E on Sunday after passing out, to be told it was a urine infection and given antibiotics.
By Wed night feeling shitter, spent the whole night shivering on the bathroom floor, throwing up, not being able to stand without passing out. By 6am I felt I could wake mr b3th, who told me off and took me straight back to hospital.
Turns out it was a pretty serious kidney infection which hadn't responded to the initial dose of meds, and if I'd left it another two days I might not have got better. I spent the whole morning shivering and crying in agony - the pain was in my abdomen, strangely enough, not the kidneys themselves.
The nurses wouldn't let me have another blanket, because it seems that my shivering wasn't caused by being cold, but was something called 'rigours', and that my temperature was dangerously high. Took the bastards until 2pm before they gave me anything stronger than paracetamol as well.
mr b3th's wprst medical experience came a year later when I went in for a routine day surgery. He got called in because 'something had gone wrong' and when he got there and asked to see me, they said 'would you mind just coming to this little room here?'
As it happened, I hadn't died, but I had come relatively close after a dangerous episode of anaphylaxis. Yay me.
tl;dr - I was ill and got better.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:00, Reply)
because I was really fucking down. When I told him my list of woes he basically said 'there's nothing wrong with you at all - your life genuinely is really fucking depressing and actually you're coping remarkably well, off you go'.
Does that count as 'good news'?
Alt: due to an inherited gastric condition I have had a telescope up my 'sultan'. Not fun.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:07, Reply)
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
It's bringing her down
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:10, Reply)
I shall give it a go, but if Lusty finds out, I'm telling her you told me to, OK?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:13, Reply)
and all it taught me was that its all a load of shit and 99% of people have the means to help themselves but like the drama in their lives. Most just need to cheer the fuck up and accept that no matter how bad things are for you there are many people in the world who have it a fuckload worse.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:14, Reply)
because my ex made it a condition of my being allowed to see my daughter. Load of old bollocks, I have always maintained.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:15, Reply)
She made your life hell and then said you couldn't see you daughter unless you saw a shrink?
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:16, Reply)
may help you to understand why I am such a miserable old cunt.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:24, Reply)
It's the not being able to help that sucks.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:27, Reply)
And she seems to be working her magic already.
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:40, Reply)
you fucking idiot.
(, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 20:01, Reply)
someone who never does it.....
i nominate BERK or LAMPITO who are excellent contributors but never start a thread. i predict excellence will result. go!
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:13, Reply)
if I chose my one. Worst one was taking my daughter for an operation to straighten her toes out and her passing out in my arms when they were injecting the anaesthetic - sadface....
She is all fine now though
(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 13:19, Reply)
I have had a cracking day off on Tuesday, balanced with a trip to Easington on Wednesday and Hartlepool today. Ho hum
How are your monetary woes progressing?
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