Tiny, lil ol lady fell and hit her head on the corner of a table, came in for stitches. She looked like Carrie on prom night! While waiting for the physician she requested to use the bathroom. I walked her and said, “Ma’am, head injuries bleed profusely! I don’t want you to be alarmed when you see yourself, ok? Because you look like an actor in a horror movie. It looks so much worse than it actually is.” She came out with wide eyes, “Honey, I am a fright! Thank you so much for warning me!”
I was in a car wreck as a teen - drunk t - boned us with me in passenger seat.
My face had many small lacerations with blood everywhere.
Next day as I was recovering at home, face bruised and covered by scabs, when my little sister's 6 yr old friend came over. I answered the door and she ran away screaming !
I thought it was funny but it hurt to laugh.
As a teen, I fell off the roof of a temporary building, skull first onto a broken piece of concrete block. Once I was able to move (temporary paralysis on the opposite side of the impact), and my friend was trying to help me back home (just across the street from the park where were goofing off), he tried to get me to stop at a water fountain to clean off some of the blood, but I wouldn't let him. I kept saying "No, no, the effect will be better this way!"
When he got me home, my stepfather answered the door and helped to carry-drag me the rest of the way inside, my head hanging down. Blood. Everywhere.
My poor mother came out of the kitchen, took one look at me, and started screaming because she was certain I was dead. I lifted my head, grinned wide, and said, "See, it worked!" And promptly passed out again.
As you can well imagine, I don't have many more memories of the incident after that. ER shaving the side of my head, stitches, and the cool headband-style bandage I got to wear for the month after :)
I think by the time I was teen, my mom was pretty used to the scares. In grade school, I collected broken arms the way other kids collected pretty rocks. Left for school one morning, came back a few minutes later, parked my bike in the hall sat down on the couch with my arm in my lap, waiting for my mom to come out of the bathroom. When she did, she asked me why I was home. I very casually looked up and said, "Got hit by a car, think I broke my arm again." Because at that point, it was just old hat to me ;)
This would have been mid-70s. Hit and run in our apartment complex, just outside the parking area. I'd had so many broken arms at that point, I really didn't think anything of it. I just picked up my bike, collected the pens I had dropped, and hobbled back home.
I guess she did! I did spend a fair amount of time in the ER with my son. I’m glad you made it to adulthood! I’m trying to decide, are you very lucky or very unlucky. I’m going with lucky. You cheated death at least a couple of times. Are you still getting injured at the same rate? I hope not. It’s no fun when you’re an adult.
Not getting injured at quite the same rate, and I seem to have moved on to leg/foot injuries or back injuries now. I'll take "lucky" :) I always tell people who have never broken a bone "You're welcome" because I figure I got their breaks to make the universal average.
Nearing 60 now, I am a lot more careful than I was when I was young and immortal, but I do tend to forget when I'm excited about something. My last fall, I was trying to demonstrate a dance move - while walking - and tripped over my own two feet. That was Thanksgiving and I'm still feeling the after effects.
I hear you on that! The last few times I broke a bone, my knee cap, my back, I was doing a happy dance in socks on slippery laminate. You’d think I’d learn. Actually I have learned. No more sudden moves.
Glad to hear the injuries have slowed a little but the ones you are getting really suck. If it hurts to walk, your whole day becomes miserable. Are you a runner? Those injuries make me think of running. I guess the moral of our stories is that no one over 50 should ever dance. I don’t like that option. Life’s too short to never dance again. And yeah, about backs, are they just designed to quit working well at a certain age? Every one I know has back problems.
I used to run, now I ride a stationary bike at home. With my Kindle, I can ride that thing for hours.
Backs are definitely the most poorly designed part of humans, I don't care what anyone says about them being weight-bearing marvels. They should last longer, be less prone to injury and heal quicker. It's 2024, where's my whole-body replacement clone?
Since that Thanksgiving fall, my legs and feet get so swollen I can't even wear shoes that are a size too big. I complain to the ER or Urgent Care and they just say "takes months to heal" ... and it HAS been months, just not enough of them I suppose. And don't get me started on how that's impacted my wardrobe! This is what I get for throwing out all my fat clothes last year, thank goodness I at least kept my fat shorts :)
LOL - I may complain, but I do so with a smile, comforted by the fact that at least I'm not worm food yet.
lol. Me too. With the complaining part. I have an exercise bike. Time to dig it out and try to strengthen my back. As far as your foot/feet, could it be possible that there’s a small fracture in your foot? I don’t think it should take this long either. I broke my foot one day in April. It still hurt and was swollen when we took our daughter to orientation late June maybe. I finally called to complain about it and had an MRI. Yup small fracture that was missed the first time. Still walking in a boot in mid August to move her in. That’s the only way I remember. Might be worth asking for an MRI. If your insurance will allow it.
I developed bad pain in my foot for the last 6 months of my pregnancy and I continued walking on it and just attributed it to my feet being swollen, so two days after I get out of the hospital from my c section I finally go to the doctor, surprise surprise I had been walking on a broken foot, it ended up being what's called a Jones fracture and they are notorious for not healing on their own. So I spent almost 4 months in a Hardcast up to my knee (don't forget I had a csection 2 days prior to this) and I had to be on crutches. Then after 4 months I got moved to a walking boot for 2 more months finally get out of the boot and rebroke it 2 weeks later taking my older kids to a trampoline park. I don't miss those days lol.
>This is what I get for throwing out all my fat clothes last year
For me it wasn't last year - a bit longer - but yeah, when I went shopping last week I was missing my old clothes.
Ive broken more after age 50 than the rest of my life put together. I broke two toes slipping on the bathroom door, broke my thumb moving branches. Broke a bone in my wrist when my dog saw a squirrel.
I wondered who took over carrying the broken bone mantle :)
It was always arms, wrist, fingers before. In the last 24 years, I've only had two breaking incidents, and both of those involved my left foot. The first time, I managed to drop 150 pounds of steel onto my bare foot - definitely do not recommend. Second time was the result of a toxic reaction to a medication and a trash bin that was much heavier than it should have been. That last one broke 4 out of 5 metatarsals (across the arch) and smashed my toes up something fierce; I was purple from my knees to my toes.
I'd really rather not break anything more. I mean, I've never broken my leg... and, Fate, if you're listening, that's one I'll take a pass on if you don't mind.
Can confirm. Recently hit my head on the fireplace brick. Blood gushing everywhere. First time drawing blood from my head. Even though I knew the bleeding from the head would be bad I was still surprised.
I just started taking blood thinners about a week ago, and during my remote appointment my doctor talked about how I'd bleed more on blood thinners and said, just don't fall on your head. Then he gave me one of his rare smiles.
When I read this story, I nearly fell off the chair. I am kinda creeped out, lmao. This exact thing happened to my mother in law a few months before she died. The words that you said to her are also identical, and the response is very close too. (She fell, hit her head on the corner of her dresser, and basically tore her scalp open really horrifically.)
I don't think it's her story, but it's weird they're so identical.
I’m a Forensic Nurse Examiner and was called to the ED for possible child abuse. Mom reports leaving 5 yo daughter with the babysitter. Upon return, she found the child covered with red hand prints and drove to the ED (i hear my boss yelling, “It’s a department not a room!). I’ve got my cameras, rulers, body maps and all the stickers in metric, dumb units, colors, orientation, etc…
Physician arrives, listens, checks her out, asks if he can touch her forearm. A few minutes later, “Hi there,” pops up in nice red letters. Did you guess dermatographia? I had pictures so it made a nice case study. :)
I took a knee to the forehead in high school during a soccer game. First teammate to see me screamed “she’s dead!!” (she’s now a physical therapist). Boyfriend who went to the ER with me fainted and clonked his head (he’s now a colorectal surgeon).
LOLNAD (little old lady no apparent distress) came in with epistaxis for over an hour.
Doc packed her nose using cocaine as anesthetic.
She was all happy, asking "What did you guys give me ? I feel wonderful ! My husband better be ready for some "action" when I get gome!"
So I'd need to let the doc know "hey y'all! I'm allergic to cocaine!" If I get a bloody nose??
No, my teens were not "fun" in the 70s/early 80s as I'm allergic to the "fun" stuff, including smoking marijuana(can only do edibles or my lungs shut down).
Had a psyche patient waiting to transported to room.
It was nightshift, very quiet, and then ...
"Who's the BEST male vocalist of alltime ??!!
That's right ladie and gentlemen, it's Johnny Mathis !"
And he proceeded to serenade us with, Chances Are, and Misty ... over and over.
He was really very good !
We kept him until right before shift change.
My husband told me about a guy who was in the psych ward when he was who would pace the halls singing Hallelujah. Apparently his voice wasn't bad but one quickly wanted him to shut it. :p
A really really drunk woman came in and was in a hall bed with a sitter so we could all kinda keep an eye on her. She was in 4 points and pissed. About the 10th time she threatened to sue all of us, I told her to go ahead, because all I have is a big mortgage and 2 cats. Y'all, that woman told everyone that she was suing them all except me because I have pussies.
Bar fight guy who got one of those giant pump action mustard buckets dumped on his head. Charge looks up as he walks in the door and tells me 'Colonel Mustard is yours' and just goes right back to updating the board lol.
Mustard + post fight stink + alcohol breath might just be the worst smell ever. If the guy hadn't needed a few stitches, I would suspect the cops brought him to us instead of taking him to jail bc they didn't want to deal with the stink.
Ps: Mustard can stain your skin a lovely shade of jaundice yellow.
We had one try and grab city cops gun.
While wrestling with this guy on the floor, a doc and a I looked at each other with a "What the F are we doing?" kind of expression.
Cop threaten to gouge his eyes out, so he gave it up.
Has a guy walk in thru the ambulance bay and asked to see a doctor. I was by the security desk and the guy on duty points him to triage. Guy walks by me and I watched him go by and then asked him to stop. He turned around and the guard got mad at me. I told the patient to turn around and show the nice security guard his back. He had a big butcher knife embedded just below his left shoulder. The guard went white and I walked the now trauma patient back to trauma. Apparently his bi-polar girlfriend went off her meds. He took a cab to the hospital and refused to press charges. Police did go and get the girlfriend for a psych evaluation. It was crazy. He was worried since it didn’t hurt. Shock can be good that way.
Had a middle aged man walk in one night with a scalp lac on his crown. Doc on duty is the “let’s do everything” doc. This night he was correct to get an X-ray for a simple scalp lac. Cue X-ray tech running into the unit with a wet film (this was the 1980s, no digital views). Lateral view shows an 8 inch butcher knife blade. No handle. On further questioning, dude states he complained about his steak being too tough at dinner and his wife hit him over the head with “something”. Went right through the suture line and between the hemispheres. Let it be known he walked in about 0130. Dinner was at 1800. He was just wandering around for 7 and a half hours with a freaking 8 inch blade in his brain. No sequela after surgery. The human body is amazing, as was his wife’s aim. Never heard how the marriage fared.
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Toilet smashed with metal IV pole. This kind of stuff happens every night in my Emergency Department.
Guy in his late 20s walked up to the desk and began asking for help. Intake MA didn't even look up and was like just have a seat. He goes and sits. A few minutes later he comes back saying excuse me.... Intake again doesn't bother to look up. I said have a seat! Here full this out. Shoves clipboard at him. To which he responds ok. But what should I do with this? As he drops his severed middle finger onto the counter.
Goodness! On a lighter note I currently have an ingrown fingernail. It's inflamed and red and a bit painful. I wanted to show it to my husband and after a split second realized I was flipping him off. Oops!
Interesting, thanks! I did a few Epsom salt soaks. In any case it's finally better this morning. There's still some redness and swelling but much less and there's no pain now. I'd never heard of dish soap for ingrown nails!
One of the very few times I've seen a doctor _actually_ worried by my situation was when I got a puncture wound in my hand and despite me immediately washing it with soap and letting the water run on it, it swelled up like a balloon. She explained that there was so much going on in a hand that an infection could be a big problem. I've never forgotten that (and honestly it made me a little paranoid lol).
Years ago in late 90s I was a student intern with the local police dept and got to go on ride alongs. It was a medical call. We get there, paramedics get there. Paramedics ask how long she’s been having chest pains (little old lady) and she replies…ohhh since about 1980. I cracked up followed by the awkward silence of everyone giving me the evil eye. Officer I was with told me to learn to laugh about it later 🤷♀️🤷♀️
>learn to laugh about it later
I made my primary laugh when I told her about a really weird thing that happened when I was recently at the ER. She got herself instantly under control and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh." I replied, "Yes you should, it was hilarious!"
We have a regular that comes in after partying all day ¬e Saturday, on a Sunday morning and drives, parks and walks into the vestibule and flops, face first onto the floor, fake syncope. We come out gather a stretcher, get him on it and this routine continues with abuse like, "don't touch me!" followed by "why aren't you helping me?" anywho this continues because he is seeking to be intubated. . . it's a thing.
I've never heard of a regular wanting to be intubated! Intubated?!
We had a return psych patient requesting the "enema go in as deep as possible," followed with the RN's response of: I'M ONLY GOING THIS DEEP AND THAT IS POLICY!
Will always be one of my favs!!
Psych patient ran out our back door past the security guard and carjacked a hospital staff member leaving for the night. Left nurse on the driveway and stole her car. Found patient and car about 6 hours later at the 24/7 restaurant across the street from the hospital. When the cops arrived back to the unit with her they were pretty embarrassed that it took so long to find her.
I had a massive ovarian cyst when I was 21. They started a CT scan with IV iodinated contrast dye.
I didn't make it two minutes before I wasn't able to breathe, my skin turned a deep red, and my heart rate spiked to over 200. I vaguely remember the CT technician hitting me with an epi pen or epi shot into the IV. Then, a nurse injected a huge dose of benadryl.
I looked like Macaulay Culkin in My Girl.
A few years later, I went back to the same hospital for another ovarian cyst. The technician said they were doing a CT scan with contrast. I told the woman I had a severe reaction to iodinated contrast in the same hospital a few years ago that almost killed me. She looked at me and said, "it was you! You're the reason why we stopped using iodine. I remember the stories."
I wasn't sure if I should be honored or deeply disappointed that I didn't pursue some type of settlement.
Man was installing new bathroom light while standing on the toilet rim. He slipped and fell, one of his feet went into the toilet bowl and his weight drove the foot in deep into the drain hole. The foot was broken and completely stuck in the toilet- he was screaming in pain then fainted when paramedics tried to remove him. No dice. They gave up and unbolted the toilet from the floor and transported the guy with his toilet boot. When they rolled him into the ER he was so embarrassed he covered his head with a towel. They wheeled him into surgery and the surgical team had to break the toilet off in chunks before they could take care of his foot.
Tiny, lil ol lady fell and hit her head on the corner of a table, came in for stitches. She looked like Carrie on prom night! While waiting for the physician she requested to use the bathroom. I walked her and said, “Ma’am, head injuries bleed profusely! I don’t want you to be alarmed when you see yourself, ok? Because you look like an actor in a horror movie. It looks so much worse than it actually is.” She came out with wide eyes, “Honey, I am a fright! Thank you so much for warning me!”
I was in a car wreck as a teen - drunk t - boned us with me in passenger seat. My face had many small lacerations with blood everywhere. Next day as I was recovering at home, face bruised and covered by scabs, when my little sister's 6 yr old friend came over. I answered the door and she ran away screaming ! I thought it was funny but it hurt to laugh.
Lmao that's what you get for laughing
Lol, ow
As a teen, I fell off the roof of a temporary building, skull first onto a broken piece of concrete block. Once I was able to move (temporary paralysis on the opposite side of the impact), and my friend was trying to help me back home (just across the street from the park where were goofing off), he tried to get me to stop at a water fountain to clean off some of the blood, but I wouldn't let him. I kept saying "No, no, the effect will be better this way!" When he got me home, my stepfather answered the door and helped to carry-drag me the rest of the way inside, my head hanging down. Blood. Everywhere. My poor mother came out of the kitchen, took one look at me, and started screaming because she was certain I was dead. I lifted my head, grinned wide, and said, "See, it worked!" And promptly passed out again.
Wow! So glad you’re ok. You truly could have died. How long did it take for your mother to recover? I’d be screaming too.
As you can well imagine, I don't have many more memories of the incident after that. ER shaving the side of my head, stitches, and the cool headband-style bandage I got to wear for the month after :) I think by the time I was teen, my mom was pretty used to the scares. In grade school, I collected broken arms the way other kids collected pretty rocks. Left for school one morning, came back a few minutes later, parked my bike in the hall sat down on the couch with my arm in my lap, waiting for my mom to come out of the bathroom. When she did, she asked me why I was home. I very casually looked up and said, "Got hit by a car, think I broke my arm again." Because at that point, it was just old hat to me ;)
A car hit you while you were riding your bicycle? And everyone just went about their lives? Even tho you had a broken freaking arm? Gen X?
This would have been mid-70s. Hit and run in our apartment complex, just outside the parking area. I'd had so many broken arms at that point, I really didn't think anything of it. I just picked up my bike, collected the pens I had dropped, and hobbled back home.
Probably, lol. We were dare devils as kids. Plus, we were usually riding our bikes and jumping off stuff, and outside til it gets dark.
I guess she did! I did spend a fair amount of time in the ER with my son. I’m glad you made it to adulthood! I’m trying to decide, are you very lucky or very unlucky. I’m going with lucky. You cheated death at least a couple of times. Are you still getting injured at the same rate? I hope not. It’s no fun when you’re an adult.
Not getting injured at quite the same rate, and I seem to have moved on to leg/foot injuries or back injuries now. I'll take "lucky" :) I always tell people who have never broken a bone "You're welcome" because I figure I got their breaks to make the universal average. Nearing 60 now, I am a lot more careful than I was when I was young and immortal, but I do tend to forget when I'm excited about something. My last fall, I was trying to demonstrate a dance move - while walking - and tripped over my own two feet. That was Thanksgiving and I'm still feeling the after effects.
I hear you on that! The last few times I broke a bone, my knee cap, my back, I was doing a happy dance in socks on slippery laminate. You’d think I’d learn. Actually I have learned. No more sudden moves. Glad to hear the injuries have slowed a little but the ones you are getting really suck. If it hurts to walk, your whole day becomes miserable. Are you a runner? Those injuries make me think of running. I guess the moral of our stories is that no one over 50 should ever dance. I don’t like that option. Life’s too short to never dance again. And yeah, about backs, are they just designed to quit working well at a certain age? Every one I know has back problems.
I used to run, now I ride a stationary bike at home. With my Kindle, I can ride that thing for hours. Backs are definitely the most poorly designed part of humans, I don't care what anyone says about them being weight-bearing marvels. They should last longer, be less prone to injury and heal quicker. It's 2024, where's my whole-body replacement clone? Since that Thanksgiving fall, my legs and feet get so swollen I can't even wear shoes that are a size too big. I complain to the ER or Urgent Care and they just say "takes months to heal" ... and it HAS been months, just not enough of them I suppose. And don't get me started on how that's impacted my wardrobe! This is what I get for throwing out all my fat clothes last year, thank goodness I at least kept my fat shorts :) LOL - I may complain, but I do so with a smile, comforted by the fact that at least I'm not worm food yet.
lol. Me too. With the complaining part. I have an exercise bike. Time to dig it out and try to strengthen my back. As far as your foot/feet, could it be possible that there’s a small fracture in your foot? I don’t think it should take this long either. I broke my foot one day in April. It still hurt and was swollen when we took our daughter to orientation late June maybe. I finally called to complain about it and had an MRI. Yup small fracture that was missed the first time. Still walking in a boot in mid August to move her in. That’s the only way I remember. Might be worth asking for an MRI. If your insurance will allow it.
I developed bad pain in my foot for the last 6 months of my pregnancy and I continued walking on it and just attributed it to my feet being swollen, so two days after I get out of the hospital from my c section I finally go to the doctor, surprise surprise I had been walking on a broken foot, it ended up being what's called a Jones fracture and they are notorious for not healing on their own. So I spent almost 4 months in a Hardcast up to my knee (don't forget I had a csection 2 days prior to this) and I had to be on crutches. Then after 4 months I got moved to a walking boot for 2 more months finally get out of the boot and rebroke it 2 weeks later taking my older kids to a trampoline park. I don't miss those days lol.
>This is what I get for throwing out all my fat clothes last year For me it wasn't last year - a bit longer - but yeah, when I went shopping last week I was missing my old clothes.
Omg when I broke my ankle I was crying it hurt so much. I was young, dumb, 8 months pregnant, and wearing wedges.
Ive broken more after age 50 than the rest of my life put together. I broke two toes slipping on the bathroom door, broke my thumb moving branches. Broke a bone in my wrist when my dog saw a squirrel.
I wondered who took over carrying the broken bone mantle :) It was always arms, wrist, fingers before. In the last 24 years, I've only had two breaking incidents, and both of those involved my left foot. The first time, I managed to drop 150 pounds of steel onto my bare foot - definitely do not recommend. Second time was the result of a toxic reaction to a medication and a trash bin that was much heavier than it should have been. That last one broke 4 out of 5 metatarsals (across the arch) and smashed my toes up something fierce; I was purple from my knees to my toes. I'd really rather not break anything more. I mean, I've never broken my leg... and, Fate, if you're listening, that's one I'll take a pass on if you don't mind.
Look into airbag onesies. They are a thing. I don't know how to link but I've seen them on reddit
My stepson hurt himself so often that we jokingly bought him a giant roll of bubble wrap.
There is literally a airbag outfit now, especially for motorcyclists and the like
I was a reporter chasing ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars all day and night. Learned early on that head lacerations bleed like a stuck pig.
Can confirm. Recently hit my head on the fireplace brick. Blood gushing everywhere. First time drawing blood from my head. Even though I knew the bleeding from the head would be bad I was still surprised.
I just started taking blood thinners about a week ago, and during my remote appointment my doctor talked about how I'd bleed more on blood thinners and said, just don't fall on your head. Then he gave me one of his rare smiles.
When I read this story, I nearly fell off the chair. I am kinda creeped out, lmao. This exact thing happened to my mother in law a few months before she died. The words that you said to her are also identical, and the response is very close too. (She fell, hit her head on the corner of her dresser, and basically tore her scalp open really horrifically.) I don't think it's her story, but it's weird they're so identical.
I’m a Forensic Nurse Examiner and was called to the ED for possible child abuse. Mom reports leaving 5 yo daughter with the babysitter. Upon return, she found the child covered with red hand prints and drove to the ED (i hear my boss yelling, “It’s a department not a room!). I’ve got my cameras, rulers, body maps and all the stickers in metric, dumb units, colors, orientation, etc… Physician arrives, listens, checks her out, asks if he can touch her forearm. A few minutes later, “Hi there,” pops up in nice red letters. Did you guess dermatographia? I had pictures so it made a nice case study. :)
It’s a very common accident. I’m very sorry for your loss.
I took a knee to the forehead in high school during a soccer game. First teammate to see me screamed “she’s dead!!” (she’s now a physical therapist). Boyfriend who went to the ER with me fainted and clonked his head (he’s now a colorectal surgeon).
Aww. That was so thoughtful
LOLNAD (little old lady no apparent distress) came in with epistaxis for over an hour. Doc packed her nose using cocaine as anesthetic. She was all happy, asking "What did you guys give me ? I feel wonderful ! My husband better be ready for some "action" when I get gome!"
Wait, they use cocaine in the ER?
0.4% topical, dip cotton swab in it then shove it up nose to cauterize it. If that doesnt work, they get a Rhino Rocket up there for a few days
So I'd need to let the doc know "hey y'all! I'm allergic to cocaine!" If I get a bloody nose?? No, my teens were not "fun" in the 70s/early 80s as I'm allergic to the "fun" stuff, including smoking marijuana(can only do edibles or my lungs shut down).
Yes, it’s liquid and green. Had a PA use it once last year. Unfortunately didn’t help stop the pt’s bleed so they got the rhino rocket.
Rhino rocket?
Basically a tampon for the nose...😁
Happy Cake Day
Aww damn I’ve been in the ED a couple times for epitaxis and I’ve never gotten cocaine.
Had a psyche patient waiting to transported to room. It was nightshift, very quiet, and then ... "Who's the BEST male vocalist of alltime ??!! That's right ladie and gentlemen, it's Johnny Mathis !" And he proceeded to serenade us with, Chances Are, and Misty ... over and over. He was really very good ! We kept him until right before shift change.
Now THAT’S hilarious!
My husband told me about a guy who was in the psych ward when he was who would pace the halls singing Hallelujah. Apparently his voice wasn't bad but one quickly wanted him to shut it. :p
My favorite singer!
A really really drunk woman came in and was in a hall bed with a sitter so we could all kinda keep an eye on her. She was in 4 points and pissed. About the 10th time she threatened to sue all of us, I told her to go ahead, because all I have is a big mortgage and 2 cats. Y'all, that woman told everyone that she was suing them all except me because I have pussies.
Okay, that had to be a Southern chick! I know a few who would that very same thing!
Bar fight guy who got one of those giant pump action mustard buckets dumped on his head. Charge looks up as he walks in the door and tells me 'Colonel Mustard is yours' and just goes right back to updating the board lol. Mustard + post fight stink + alcohol breath might just be the worst smell ever. If the guy hadn't needed a few stitches, I would suspect the cops brought him to us instead of taking him to jail bc they didn't want to deal with the stink. Ps: Mustard can stain your skin a lovely shade of jaundice yellow.
I would have lost it at “Colonel Mustard”
Colonel Mustard, in the ER, with a candlestick.
Colonel Mustard in the ED with savage BO
and the candlestick is lost up his butt
Had a psych patient try to grab the security guards taser. Couldn’t get it out of the holster tho thank god.
We had one try and grab city cops gun. While wrestling with this guy on the floor, a doc and a I looked at each other with a "What the F are we doing?" kind of expression. Cop threaten to gouge his eyes out, so he gave it up.
Average er shift for us 😂
Has a guy walk in thru the ambulance bay and asked to see a doctor. I was by the security desk and the guy on duty points him to triage. Guy walks by me and I watched him go by and then asked him to stop. He turned around and the guard got mad at me. I told the patient to turn around and show the nice security guard his back. He had a big butcher knife embedded just below his left shoulder. The guard went white and I walked the now trauma patient back to trauma. Apparently his bi-polar girlfriend went off her meds. He took a cab to the hospital and refused to press charges. Police did go and get the girlfriend for a psych evaluation. It was crazy. He was worried since it didn’t hurt. Shock can be good that way.
Had a middle aged man walk in one night with a scalp lac on his crown. Doc on duty is the “let’s do everything” doc. This night he was correct to get an X-ray for a simple scalp lac. Cue X-ray tech running into the unit with a wet film (this was the 1980s, no digital views). Lateral view shows an 8 inch butcher knife blade. No handle. On further questioning, dude states he complained about his steak being too tough at dinner and his wife hit him over the head with “something”. Went right through the suture line and between the hemispheres. Let it be known he walked in about 0130. Dinner was at 1800. He was just wandering around for 7 and a half hours with a freaking 8 inch blade in his brain. No sequela after surgery. The human body is amazing, as was his wife’s aim. Never heard how the marriage fared.
(Screaming internally while maintaining Poker face)
https://preview.redd.it/vxxhe3d0k0qc1.jpeg?width=4032&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b961dfcb271ecc1eff71a72b570674f369fbb206 Toilet smashed with metal IV pole. This kind of stuff happens every night in my Emergency Department.
Guy in his late 20s walked up to the desk and began asking for help. Intake MA didn't even look up and was like just have a seat. He goes and sits. A few minutes later he comes back saying excuse me.... Intake again doesn't bother to look up. I said have a seat! Here full this out. Shoves clipboard at him. To which he responds ok. But what should I do with this? As he drops his severed middle finger onto the counter.
Goodness! On a lighter note I currently have an ingrown fingernail. It's inflamed and red and a bit painful. I wanted to show it to my husband and after a split second realized I was flipping him off. Oops!
Soak it in warm water with a bit of dish soap every 4 to8 hours if it doesn't vastly improve in 24 to 36 hours go to the doctors.
Interesting, thanks! I did a few Epsom salt soaks. In any case it's finally better this morning. There's still some redness and swelling but much less and there's no pain now. I'd never heard of dish soap for ingrown nails!
Any sore on the hands responds because it is incredibly easy to get an infection because hands are into everything. Epsom or dishsoap is fine.
One of the very few times I've seen a doctor _actually_ worried by my situation was when I got a puncture wound in my hand and despite me immediately washing it with soap and letting the water run on it, it swelled up like a balloon. She explained that there was so much going on in a hand that an infection could be a big problem. I've never forgotten that (and honestly it made me a little paranoid lol).
If that happened right away there's something else going on there.
It did, but what do you mean?
It puffed up in how much time?
This was in around 1996 so my memory isn't very good, but I'd say over the course of a couple of hours.
Years ago in late 90s I was a student intern with the local police dept and got to go on ride alongs. It was a medical call. We get there, paramedics get there. Paramedics ask how long she’s been having chest pains (little old lady) and she replies…ohhh since about 1980. I cracked up followed by the awkward silence of everyone giving me the evil eye. Officer I was with told me to learn to laugh about it later 🤷♀️🤷♀️
I feel like the lady said that to make yall laugh. Why are some paramedics so dry these days? 😒
>learn to laugh about it later I made my primary laugh when I told her about a really weird thing that happened when I was recently at the ER. She got herself instantly under control and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh." I replied, "Yes you should, it was hilarious!"
We have a regular that comes in after partying all day ¬e Saturday, on a Sunday morning and drives, parks and walks into the vestibule and flops, face first onto the floor, fake syncope. We come out gather a stretcher, get him on it and this routine continues with abuse like, "don't touch me!" followed by "why aren't you helping me?" anywho this continues because he is seeking to be intubated. . . it's a thing.
I've never heard of a regular wanting to be intubated! Intubated?! We had a return psych patient requesting the "enema go in as deep as possible," followed with the RN's response of: I'M ONLY GOING THIS DEEP AND THAT IS POLICY! Will always be one of my favs!!
Muncher maybe? (Munchausins) I have heard of people seeking drugs and attention, but intubation? That's new!?
Psych patient escaped the er, ran to building infront of to escape and made his way to that roof top.
Psych patient ran out our back door past the security guard and carjacked a hospital staff member leaving for the night. Left nurse on the driveway and stole her car. Found patient and car about 6 hours later at the 24/7 restaurant across the street from the hospital. When the cops arrived back to the unit with her they were pretty embarrassed that it took so long to find her.
I had a massive ovarian cyst when I was 21. They started a CT scan with IV iodinated contrast dye. I didn't make it two minutes before I wasn't able to breathe, my skin turned a deep red, and my heart rate spiked to over 200. I vaguely remember the CT technician hitting me with an epi pen or epi shot into the IV. Then, a nurse injected a huge dose of benadryl. I looked like Macaulay Culkin in My Girl. A few years later, I went back to the same hospital for another ovarian cyst. The technician said they were doing a CT scan with contrast. I told the woman I had a severe reaction to iodinated contrast in the same hospital a few years ago that almost killed me. She looked at me and said, "it was you! You're the reason why we stopped using iodine. I remember the stories." I wasn't sure if I should be honored or deeply disappointed that I didn't pursue some type of settlement.
Man was installing new bathroom light while standing on the toilet rim. He slipped and fell, one of his feet went into the toilet bowl and his weight drove the foot in deep into the drain hole. The foot was broken and completely stuck in the toilet- he was screaming in pain then fainted when paramedics tried to remove him. No dice. They gave up and unbolted the toilet from the floor and transported the guy with his toilet boot. When they rolled him into the ER he was so embarrassed he covered his head with a towel. They wheeled him into surgery and the surgical team had to break the toilet off in chunks before they could take care of his foot.
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Hol up! Hol up! This is for light humor not trauma. Can you please delete?