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I'm on the countdown to my (hopefully) final spine op which will be the awesomely named '3 level bilateral posterior cervical foraminotomy'.
Amuse me with your lolwacky hospital stories.
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Anyone had notification of their Olympics tickets yet?
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 10:46, 22 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
tripping over a dog at 4am after a long day out. The cast they put on was chafing my hand next to the little finger so I tried to cut a bit away to ease it. Turns out, casts are quite hard so I went back to the hospital and they gave me a massive lecture about trying to cut the cast off. FUCKING IDIOTS
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 10:55, Reply)
it was very painful and I ended up dead.
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 10:58, Reply)
I had killed 3 of them and maimed the others, but they had managed to cut my arm off with a samurai sword. i had packed the arm in frozen fish fingers to stop it rotting and ran the 26 1/4 miles to the hospital only for A&E to be shitting busy, so i helped the triage nurse by punching some dislocated shoulders back into place and performing some heart surgery on the side.
When they finally got round to sewing my arm back on the doctor was a super fit woman and was so impressed by my fighting and healing skills that she had full sex with in on the operating theatre whilst a homeless man bled to death outside waiting, BOOYA!
EDIT: i forgot to say I then discharged myself all over her face, then I discharged myself from the hospital and drove home in my Honda ACCORD whilst smoking Crysatal Meth.
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:05, Reply)
I think there may be an element of untruth about this one
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:08, Reply)
Expensive School Sports Day, for those who haven't grown up.
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:07, Reply)
Mind you, that sounds more fun.
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:10, Reply)
For the fatties who can't do anything else.
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:11, Reply)
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:13, Reply)
The old boy next to me died about midnight. His grieving family came and cried for the rest of the night at his bed side.
I couldn't get a wink of sleep.
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:19, Reply)
Could he not die in the morning or something?
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:21, Reply)
The nurses could have just left him till morning.
(, Mon 16 May 2011, 11:23, Reply)
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