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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Prompted by bolshevette's story...
...I am minded to tell the story of my own recent circumcision (June 9th, thanks for asking).
I'd had problems with the skin on the old fella splitting when stretched, so following a cursory look from the GP, I was referred to the urology department at the local hospital. Another cursory inspection, this time by the registrar, ended with the immortal words, "We'll book you in for a circumcision."
The day duly arrived and I found myself on the day-case ward, fully fasted, expecting to be knocked out cold for the operation itself, but the consultant and anaesthetist had a surprise for me:
Because I'm over 40 and have a history of chest problems, including asthma, they felt it was safer for me to have the operation under local anaesthetic.
To be fair, I didn't feel any pain during the operation, and only mild discomfort in the aftermath, but the giving of the anaesthetic was the most uncomfortable experience of my life.
The anaesthetist deferred to the consultant for him to do it, and the consultant delivered what was described to me as a "ring block". This is nothing to do with the rim of your toilet bowl or the old barking spider, despite the name, but in fact amounts to being injected 5 or six times around the base of your cock with a very large needle, and a significant quantity of something-ocaine being forced in.
[Insert joke about taking away the pain but keeping the swelling]
I'll never know how I managed not to cry out, but my toes curled almost completely around the end of the trolley.
But of course, that wasn't the end (see what I did there?) of my discomfort. (Incidentally, no fancy bandages for me - just a piece of gauze to stop me sticking to my underpants)
The wound isn't healing properly, with the scar tissue building up too high, and continuing to ooze, making the inside of my undies look a bit like the Turin shroud.
So I went back to the GP this week. He produced a pencil, but not any old pencil, a silver nitrate pencil, which he moistened and ran along the scar.
For the non-chemists among us, silver nitrate is a caustic substance that burns through scar tissue. Unfortunately, it also burns through good skin when accidentally drips on to the head of your knob. Cue more toe curling.
Let's hope that does the trick, eh?
Length? About half an inch less than it was originally.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 15:36, 1 reply)
...I am minded to tell the story of my own recent circumcision (June 9th, thanks for asking).
I'd had problems with the skin on the old fella splitting when stretched, so following a cursory look from the GP, I was referred to the urology department at the local hospital. Another cursory inspection, this time by the registrar, ended with the immortal words, "We'll book you in for a circumcision."
The day duly arrived and I found myself on the day-case ward, fully fasted, expecting to be knocked out cold for the operation itself, but the consultant and anaesthetist had a surprise for me:
Because I'm over 40 and have a history of chest problems, including asthma, they felt it was safer for me to have the operation under local anaesthetic.
To be fair, I didn't feel any pain during the operation, and only mild discomfort in the aftermath, but the giving of the anaesthetic was the most uncomfortable experience of my life.
The anaesthetist deferred to the consultant for him to do it, and the consultant delivered what was described to me as a "ring block". This is nothing to do with the rim of your toilet bowl or the old barking spider, despite the name, but in fact amounts to being injected 5 or six times around the base of your cock with a very large needle, and a significant quantity of something-ocaine being forced in.
[Insert joke about taking away the pain but keeping the swelling]
I'll never know how I managed not to cry out, but my toes curled almost completely around the end of the trolley.
But of course, that wasn't the end (see what I did there?) of my discomfort. (Incidentally, no fancy bandages for me - just a piece of gauze to stop me sticking to my underpants)
The wound isn't healing properly, with the scar tissue building up too high, and continuing to ooze, making the inside of my undies look a bit like the Turin shroud.
So I went back to the GP this week. He produced a pencil, but not any old pencil, a silver nitrate pencil, which he moistened and ran along the scar.
For the non-chemists among us, silver nitrate is a caustic substance that burns through scar tissue. Unfortunately, it also burns through good skin when accidentally drips on to the head of your knob. Cue more toe curling.
Let's hope that does the trick, eh?
Length? About half an inch less than it was originally.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 15:36, 1 reply)
I'd forgotten about the ringblock!
Causes the most amazing bruising ever. We thought about sending pics to FHM for money
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 16:43, closed)
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