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?
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chthonic, Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
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The moleWhen I was fifteen I had a large mole just under my right armpit. This mole was rather uncomfotable, especially during the Summer, but it did not cross my mind that it could be removed. That is until my older sister suggested I make an appointment with the GP to have it out. The appointment with Dr Cox was made and I duly appeared on time. Dr Cox proceeded to placate me with the usual platitudes to allay any fear I had of the procedure. After injecting me in a number of places around the mole with a local anesthetic, he produced a fearsome set of cutting implements. All was fine with the world as he merrily started to slice me up, that is until he hit a spot that wasn't anesthetised. I was quickly confronted with a sharp searing pain which chafed to say the least. 'Oh dear, it looks like that bit wasn't anesthetised' was all the good doctor could say. More chemical was applied and the procedure was finished, with the required amount of stitchage applied. 'Come back in a few days and we'll have those out'. Were the last words I heard from him as I was sent to reception with a note to book the stitch removal session with the nurse.
All well and good you might think, but it gets more gruesome. The next few days came and went without incident and the procedure to have the stitches out was quick and painless. I merrily wove my way home. The next morning I was woken by my mother screaming at me and shaking me awake. When I looked down I was lying in a pool of my own blood upon claret-soaked sheets.
Time seemed to stand still as I was duly driven to Dr Cox's surgery only to be met with his calm assertion: 'hmm, it must have been under a bit of tension, you'll have to let it heal like a burn. Keep it as dry as you can, no showers until its fully healed'. Under tension. No shit Sherlock.
(The mole was like an iceberg, with three quarters of its volume 'under water'. It was strangely fascinating and I couldn't keep it either as the good doctor insisted it was sent off for tests.)
(, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 13:26, Reply)
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