This is precisely the kind of thing my mother would have said after a doctor's visit when we'd ask her what the doctor had said. And if we'd stare blankly and then tell her that what she said made no sense, she'd get annoyed at us. (She was in the earliest stages of her dementia at the time and we didn't realize it.) That's one of the things I love about dementia: Nothing is important enough to understand, get straight, or even remember--and how DARE you suggest that it is!
I'm not in the medical field, but the patient's phrasing sounds reasonable. When I've have to go to the ER while away from home, if the condition is such that I'm uncertain as to the description or phrasing, I take the diagnostic sheet from the hospital to my physician when I do the followup. I also take any bottles of meds given for the dr to see as well, to avoid confusion on anyone's part.
Down at U.S.A. (University of Southern Alabama) my friend was doing her residency. A older woman was telling her that her son had once been diagnosed with "Spirit O' Mighty Jesus". When she was looked at the woman in a puzzled manner as she was struggling to interpret what she heard, the woman described his symptoms..."He had a stiff neck, high fever, you know, "Spirit O' Mighty Jesus..." Chief resident came by and overheard... He helped her out... what the woman's son had was Spinal Menningitis....
I once referred to Braxton-Hicks contractions to my nurse sister as Bennie Hill contractions (knowing it wasn't right but that was the best I could do) and she knew what I meant right away! Hey, it's been a LONG time since I have been preggers.
This is precisely the kind of thing my mother would have said after a doctor's visit when we'd ask her what the doctor had said. And if we'd stare blankly and then tell her that what she said made no sense, she'd get annoyed at us. (She was in the earliest stages of her dementia at the time and we didn't realize it.) That's one of the things I love about dementia: Nothing is important enough to understand, get straight, or even remember--and how DARE you suggest that it is!
ReplyDeleteI'm not in the medical field, but the patient's phrasing sounds reasonable. When I've have to go to the ER while away from home, if the condition is such that I'm uncertain as to the description or phrasing, I take the diagnostic sheet from the hospital to my physician when I do the followup.
ReplyDeleteI also take any bottles of meds given for the dr to see as well, to avoid confusion on anyone's part.
I didn't say it wasn't reasonable. Just humorous.
ReplyDeleteGREAT! I thought it was pretty funny. Nobody was harmed and you and the office got a laugh on a Monday morning.
ReplyDeleteDo the gals in the office read (know of) your blog?
Hope your feeling better.
Ha! Let's make a new holiday for drinking! Syncope Day!
ReplyDeleteI blacked out from Cinco De Mayo once, but I think that was more because of the tequila.
ReplyDeleteOne tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!
ReplyDeleteI bet Cinco de Mayo often precedes Syncope.
ReplyDeleteAnd this is where "Family Circus" cartoons come from.
ReplyDeleteWell you know.... after a few too many on Cinco de Mayo it could result in Syncope!!
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Down at U.S.A. (University of Southern Alabama) my friend was doing her residency. A older woman was telling her that her son had once been diagnosed with "Spirit O' Mighty Jesus".
ReplyDeleteWhen she was looked at the woman in a puzzled manner as she was struggling to interpret what she heard, the woman described his symptoms..."He had a stiff neck, high fever, you know, "Spirit O' Mighty Jesus..." Chief resident came by and overheard... He helped her out... what the woman's son had was Spinal Menningitis....
I thought Cinco Pee what older men get at night?
ReplyDeleteI'm sure this is rude but, while your posts are hysterical, I often find myself laughing even harder at some of the comments!
ReplyDeleteERP beat me to it!
ReplyDeletetreatment: burritos, tacos, and lots of rice and beans. don't forget the Horchata.
ReplyDeletemy uncle once told me he his Dr told him he has "immaculate deception",turned out to be Macular Degeneration
ReplyDeleteI recently went to Red Lobster for lunch. I ordered goldfish. I should have been eating with Mr. Blackout. The waiter found it amusing.
ReplyDeleteI once referred to Braxton-Hicks contractions to my nurse sister as Bennie Hill contractions (knowing it wasn't right but that was the best I could do) and she knew what I meant right away! Hey, it's been a LONG time since I have been preggers.
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