Not exactly me but . . .
I work in a hospital . . . yes, I'm on of the people who hears these great stories at the other end. Some highlights from the last five years . . .
Internship: girl pushed by brother through glass door for being annoying by "dancing." Nice big scar along calf (about 15cm long). Cue me being the poor bastard who sutured it up.
Second Year: no longer in country hospital, now in the BIG SMOKE. Night shift - ED. Lovely lad comes in, arm wrapped in bandages. Slit marks approx. 5mm apart horizontally across forearms (self harmer). Grumpy me thinks: "how the crap to fix this?" Spent evening taping slivers of skin to other slivers of skin. So-and-so came back next night having taken all my lovely dressings off !!!
Surgical training: life gets more fun here. Man brought in who decides to stab himself in the belly with a coathanger (not the sharpest of instruments). Pierces abdomen. Off to have belly explored. Same night: drunk young man puts arm through window and then decided in his infinite wisdom to spin it 'round (against the glass) - many tendons severed, 2 arteries to be re-attached, 6 hours of work for the poor Plastics registrar (not me that night - hehe)First comment when coming to was: "Who the f%ck put this sh%tty excuse for a plaster on my f%cking arm? Nice.
Now have seen the light and deal with broken bones (Mmmmmm, power tools . . . )
( Mrs Legless . . . belongs to, well, you know . . . :), Sat 5 Feb 2005, 7:10, Reply)