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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Quick pearoast...
Brought to mind by nimrodihnio's earlier mention of similar injuries.
Dry Ski Slope, West Midlands, about 1989. I am seven years old, and my parents have forced me out on a rainy Saturday to repeatedly snow-plough down about 100m of dirty carpet. I'm going with them to Italy a week later on only my second ski trip, and they want me to get some practice.
Much as I liked skiing, this was not my idea of fun as I was soaked through and would far rather have been at home. So there I am, mind elsewhere, when I let slip one of my ski-poles.
Just in case you aren't aware, the surface of dry ski slopes is made of a sort of grid, like this
www.farminguk.com/images/news/4282_1.jpg
The pole fell forward, the handle lodged neatly into one of the holes, the tip end flicked up in the air just right for me to slide straight onto it, with the handle braced in the hole providing resistance, and the jagged tip drove into my tender young testicles with an awful lot of oomph..
I managed to rip open my scrotum. It felt pretty much like you'd expect it to feel. Bad.
My mum thought I was just moaning because I wanted to go home and made me do another couple of runs before I pulled out my trousers to show her that my pants had turned red and, in fact, the blood was running copiously down my leg. She relented and took me to hospital, where I waited in pain for 45 minutes before a very tired and nonchalant looking Doctor stitched my ballbag closed again.
I think I've mentioned already that it hurt, but the worst bit was the salt-baths I had to take for weeks afterwards, which really, really hurt too. Plus the fact you don't get many opportunities to show off the fairly cool scar (the most memorable exception being the Doctor I later had a fling with, who stopped mid fellatio to commend the quality of the stitching).
As I get older, I just hope they still work. I haven't yet tested this.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 0:36, 1 reply)
Brought to mind by nimrodihnio's earlier mention of similar injuries.
Dry Ski Slope, West Midlands, about 1989. I am seven years old, and my parents have forced me out on a rainy Saturday to repeatedly snow-plough down about 100m of dirty carpet. I'm going with them to Italy a week later on only my second ski trip, and they want me to get some practice.
Much as I liked skiing, this was not my idea of fun as I was soaked through and would far rather have been at home. So there I am, mind elsewhere, when I let slip one of my ski-poles.
Just in case you aren't aware, the surface of dry ski slopes is made of a sort of grid, like this
www.farminguk.com/images/news/4282_1.jpg
The pole fell forward, the handle lodged neatly into one of the holes, the tip end flicked up in the air just right for me to slide straight onto it, with the handle braced in the hole providing resistance, and the jagged tip drove into my tender young testicles with an awful lot of oomph..
I managed to rip open my scrotum. It felt pretty much like you'd expect it to feel. Bad.
My mum thought I was just moaning because I wanted to go home and made me do another couple of runs before I pulled out my trousers to show her that my pants had turned red and, in fact, the blood was running copiously down my leg. She relented and took me to hospital, where I waited in pain for 45 minutes before a very tired and nonchalant looking Doctor stitched my ballbag closed again.
I think I've mentioned already that it hurt, but the worst bit was the salt-baths I had to take for weeks afterwards, which really, really hurt too. Plus the fact you don't get many opportunities to show off the fairly cool scar (the most memorable exception being the Doctor I later had a fling with, who stopped mid fellatio to commend the quality of the stitching).
As I get older, I just hope they still work. I haven't yet tested this.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 0:36, 1 reply)
Haha
You get a click for thend end of the penultimate paragraph :)
( , Wed 4 Aug 2010, 9:16, closed)
You get a click for thend end of the penultimate paragraph :)
( , Wed 4 Aug 2010, 9:16, closed)
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