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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Surely a hand shouldn't be that small...When I was 10 the selected few (I say that, but it was a school of 28 kids in total...) were sent to France on the local cultural exchange trip.
I learnt a lot on that holiday. Such as the acceptable presence of fried egg on pizza and a genuine respect for chocolate on bread for breakfast (ha, take that, Mum. They do it in France and they've got style...).
What I also learnt was that the French medical system really couldn't give a flying fuck if you turned up on their doorstep being foreign and injured.
I was quite a horsey child (not that I looked like Camilla, I just got on, fell off and got back on the beasts again with quite a degree of regularity) so the family I was staying with thought, 'Genius. Take her to the stables and that'll keep her quiet'. As it would have done, normally.
However, the stable had one animal who was the equine version of Regan MacNeil. Gallic humour obviously decreed that I should have the pleasure of said beast so I dutifully stood there holding the lead rope from its head collar, waiting for others to get ready to go on the ride. It then reared up with no warning, yanking my hand and half my arm through a metal hoop in the wall that was a) about 2 inches smaller than the diameter of my hand and b) about half an inch from a brick wall.
The upshot of this is that I stood there for 2 hours waiting for the fire brigade to arrive and cut the hoop off wall (I did mention it was around half the diameter of my hand, yes?) and was then taken to a hospital that believed the best treatment for a hand that was pretty much skinned to the bone all over was a dip in very strong disinfectant.
I might have been 10, but I'm fairly sure I invented some curious new curses that night.
The scar still raises eyebrows now that I'm 31. Though that might because I credit it to the factually correct, but not necessarily whole story explanation of of 'oh, it's a rope burn'...
(, Mon 2 Aug 2010, 23:38, 2 replies)
Yeah, general forgetfulness and a pretty nasty case of cervical cancer will do that for you...
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