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?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
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?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
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Not the most painful, but... (slight RP)
A few years ago I was a bright and keen music fankid, going to gigs weekly. These days I can normally only be arsed to crawl out of my pit if it's the Cribs playing, but I digress.
I was at a gig in Leeds, at the front, on the barrier. I'm pretty short, so it was at chest height.
Thanks to a long-running in-joke with the band in question, my bra was hanging from a lighting rig and my tits were resting on the barrier, protected only by a thin t-shirt.
A bloke crowdsurfed over me, got on stage, jumped about a bit and then jumped onto the barrier, in heavy boots, in front of me to jump back into the crowd.
Only.
He stepped onto my left nipple.
He wasn't a small man by any means.
The bra-throwing thing died that very evening.
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 18:27, 2 replies)
A few years ago I was a bright and keen music fankid, going to gigs weekly. These days I can normally only be arsed to crawl out of my pit if it's the Cribs playing, but I digress.
I was at a gig in Leeds, at the front, on the barrier. I'm pretty short, so it was at chest height.
Thanks to a long-running in-joke with the band in question, my bra was hanging from a lighting rig and my tits were resting on the barrier, protected only by a thin t-shirt.
A bloke crowdsurfed over me, got on stage, jumped about a bit and then jumped onto the barrier, in heavy boots, in front of me to jump back into the crowd.
Only.
He stepped onto my left nipple.
He wasn't a small man by any means.
The bra-throwing thing died that very evening.
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 18:27, 2 replies)
Owies!
Your poor nipple!
I instinctively cross my arms whenever I hear about a breast injury or see surgery on TV.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 9:52, closed)
Your poor nipple!
I instinctively cross my arms whenever I hear about a breast injury or see surgery on TV.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 9:52, closed)
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