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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Cyst + cycling = all better now
Part The First...
A few years ago I had a cyst (bursar?) start growing in \ on my knee. started small (as they do) then ended up the size of a golf ball, half in and half out the gap behind he knee-cap; not really painful, just annoying. Had MRI scans etc and after 6 months of consultations was sent to hospital for the removal. Stayed in the hospital overnight, saw the surgeon who discussed the procedure etc... then the consultant saw me again. He asked if anyone had drained the cyst before now - I said no, so he went away and came back with a large \ evil looking metal syringe with an even bigger needle and started jabbing it into the cyst (more than 10 , less than 50), drawing off what could only be described as watery angel-delight; Same colour and cosistnecy, just a different taste (I suspect). Consultant looked pleased and sent me off home.
By the time I got home, cyst had started "re-filling" . As I had "cancelled" the operation, they could not fit me in for another few months.
Part The Second...
a month or so later I took my son cycling over the local woods \ copse and found some bright sparks had built a ramp over a large depression in the ground - We started jumoping it on the bikes (Did I say I was 40-ish?). All going wonderfully well - even got a troop of cubs \ scouts ? watching us as we sailed over the mud \ wood \ cans \ rubbish left in the hole. All went well until I went a bit to far and fell off. scouts loved it , son p!ssing himself with laughter, me trying to smile and laugh it all off. Waited 5 mins until they all walked away (probably discussing the stupid old geezer) so I could lift my hands away from my knee and pull out the 5 inch spliter of wood that had gone through my jeans and into my knee, neatly (all-be-it dirtily) puncturing the cyst and causing rancid angel-delight to pour down my knee again :)
Ahhh... to be 40 again....
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 16:47, Reply)
Part The First...
A few years ago I had a cyst (bursar?) start growing in \ on my knee. started small (as they do) then ended up the size of a golf ball, half in and half out the gap behind he knee-cap; not really painful, just annoying. Had MRI scans etc and after 6 months of consultations was sent to hospital for the removal. Stayed in the hospital overnight, saw the surgeon who discussed the procedure etc... then the consultant saw me again. He asked if anyone had drained the cyst before now - I said no, so he went away and came back with a large \ evil looking metal syringe with an even bigger needle and started jabbing it into the cyst (more than 10 , less than 50), drawing off what could only be described as watery angel-delight; Same colour and cosistnecy, just a different taste (I suspect). Consultant looked pleased and sent me off home.
By the time I got home, cyst had started "re-filling" . As I had "cancelled" the operation, they could not fit me in for another few months.
Part The Second...
a month or so later I took my son cycling over the local woods \ copse and found some bright sparks had built a ramp over a large depression in the ground - We started jumoping it on the bikes (Did I say I was 40-ish?). All going wonderfully well - even got a troop of cubs \ scouts ? watching us as we sailed over the mud \ wood \ cans \ rubbish left in the hole. All went well until I went a bit to far and fell off. scouts loved it , son p!ssing himself with laughter, me trying to smile and laugh it all off. Waited 5 mins until they all walked away (probably discussing the stupid old geezer) so I could lift my hands away from my knee and pull out the 5 inch spliter of wood that had gone through my jeans and into my knee, neatly (all-be-it dirtily) puncturing the cyst and causing rancid angel-delight to pour down my knee again :)
Ahhh... to be 40 again....
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 16:47, Reply)
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