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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Balls? ... Ah, a sensitive subject
I was 6. What did I know about balls? My first wank wasn't for another 5 years. Danged lucky to have them for that epic discovery. But I digress.....
Out on a field trip with schoolmates and father as chaparone. Who remembers specifically where.... But it had a large, highly polished, and amazingly slippery, floor of significant area cordoned off by handrails with widly spaced aluminum newels.
All of us arsing about enjoying the slidy floor. Hanging off the handrails like the mob of monkeys we were. I had the bright idea of putting the left foot on one side of an aforementioned newel and right foot on t'other. Hang back on the arms, let the feet slide along the equally aforementioned slippery floor, let physics do its' thing and: Balls, meet newel post. Newel post meet balls.
Screams? Yes, but only after the paralysis wore off and I was able to catch breath. I remember that it echoed marvelously (pity, I was not in a marveling mood)
Father took me to a private place to survey the damage. More screams. Poor little chums were sooooo black and blue. ... but not broke or bent
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 23:04, Reply)
I was 6. What did I know about balls? My first wank wasn't for another 5 years. Danged lucky to have them for that epic discovery. But I digress.....
Out on a field trip with schoolmates and father as chaparone. Who remembers specifically where.... But it had a large, highly polished, and amazingly slippery, floor of significant area cordoned off by handrails with widly spaced aluminum newels.
All of us arsing about enjoying the slidy floor. Hanging off the handrails like the mob of monkeys we were. I had the bright idea of putting the left foot on one side of an aforementioned newel and right foot on t'other. Hang back on the arms, let the feet slide along the equally aforementioned slippery floor, let physics do its' thing and: Balls, meet newel post. Newel post meet balls.
Screams? Yes, but only after the paralysis wore off and I was able to catch breath. I remember that it echoed marvelously (pity, I was not in a marveling mood)
Father took me to a private place to survey the damage. More screams. Poor little chums were sooooo black and blue. ... but not broke or bent
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 23:04, Reply)
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