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Dec 3, 2008 23:26:41 GMT 1
Post by smitten on Dec 3, 2008 23:26:41 GMT 1
Well, I could tell you about the time the midwife was demonstrating to the woman how to push, and she farted loudly, or, perhaps the one about the dad that felt so at home he took *all* his kit off before getting in the birth pool, but, nah, I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. I could tell you about the most disgusting thing I ever experienced... nah.
I have a few funny stories, but they will need to wait till tomorrow night. I have a early start tomorrow, need to get some sleep.
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Dec 3, 2008 23:33:19 GMT 1
Post by Sam Bellis on Dec 3, 2008 23:33:19 GMT 1
Nighty night then smitten. This'll be a great read!
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Dec 4, 2008 21:19:53 GMT 1
Post by clara! on Dec 4, 2008 21:19:53 GMT 1
haha! oh man, i bet you do see some pretty not nice stuff!
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Dec 4, 2008 22:46:38 GMT 1
Post by smitten on Dec 4, 2008 22:46:38 GMT 1
haha! oh man, i bet you do see some pretty not nice stuff! Doesn't happen a lot. (A teensy weensy bit of adult language follows) Anyway, the two funniest things that happened, happened both on the same night shift. On labour ward. Night time is always when the crazy things happen. I was a student and had this really great mentor. We're all sitting at the front desk, it's about 3am, not terribly busy. We're all trying to keep our eyes open, it's just the worst time of the night. And my mentor tell me to go and put the woman in room 6 on the monitor. So I take a quick squizz at her notes, just to get her name and a really brief history - just so I don't say the wrong thing. And taped to the front of her notes there's a postit that says in block capitals "FUNNY ANTIBODY SYNDROME". Now, my brain is not firing on all cylinders, and I'm trying to get myself in gear, and I can't even remember whether I know what a funny antibody syndrome is or not. So, I'm stalling for time, and I say to my mentor, "what's this?" So my mentor sees the note and starts saying to me, "OK, so she's got a..." now at this point she clearly meant to say "she's got a funny antibody syndrome". But she's tired too, so the sounds get all mixed up in her mind and what she actually says is "she's got a fanny" ;D (Note to American readers: This particular word has a much more specific meaning in UK usage) So I say, "Well she's in the right f*cking place then. Only in anatomy, we called it the vagina." At this point, she realises what she's just says and we both fall on the floor, in tears, laughing. We only stopped because the consultant came over and told us to get a grip. And to this day I still don't know what a funny antibody syndrome is.
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Dec 4, 2008 23:26:14 GMT 1
Post by Sam Bellis on Dec 4, 2008 23:26:14 GMT 1
LOL, not on Wikipedia/
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Dec 5, 2008 20:50:12 GMT 1
Post by clara! on Dec 5, 2008 20:50:12 GMT 1
LOL. oh dear! i really wanna know what funny antibody syndrome is.
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Dec 6, 2008 17:02:21 GMT 1
Post by smitten on Dec 6, 2008 17:02:21 GMT 1
It's not in my medical dictionary under F. There's probably a more technical name for it. Anyway, the woman and her baby were both still alive at the end of the shift, so that's got to be a good thing ... So, what do you want next? My other funny story or my most revolting story?
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Dec 6, 2008 18:22:38 GMT 1
Post by Sam Bellis on Dec 6, 2008 18:22:38 GMT 1
Hmmmm. Revolting I reckon.
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Dec 6, 2008 18:36:49 GMT 1
Post by smitten on Dec 6, 2008 18:36:49 GMT 1
Hmmmm. Revolting I reckon. OK, so this happened while I was on a gynae placement. The ward acted as an A&E for gynae problems. The worst thing I ever experienced was a retained tampon - retained for approximately 8 days. I say approximately because the woman herself really wasn't sure. She had come to the end of her period, got drunk, had sex, and forgotten all about the tampon. Until eventually the smell drove her to us. To his credit, the doctor was very respectful, and and gentle as he could be, but he practically had to drive a bore-hole into her to find it. And then when he got it out, the stench was just indescribable. I am not a squeamish person. I handle most bodily secretions and excretions pretty well. But this turned my stomach...
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Dec 6, 2008 19:41:07 GMT 1
Post by Sam Bellis on Dec 6, 2008 19:41:07 GMT 1
Oh hell.
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