"23 year old male, who suffered a head injury while inebriated. He was at a bar, and bit a stripper on the thigh..."
Monday, June 20, 2011
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A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
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This blog is entirely for entertainment purposes. All posts about patients, or my everyday life, or anything else may be fictional, or be my experience, or were submitted by a reader, or any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. I could be making all this up. I may not even be a doctor. The only true statement on here is that I probably drink more Diet Coke than you do. A lot more.
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Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
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12 comments:
What? This is my normal Tuesday nights...I thought everyone did this? ;-)
~Fran
From what I've seen, no story that begins with, "I was sooo drunk!" or "Well, I was at this bar..." or "We were at this party..." ever ends well.
This dude stories are also bad news. "We were just at the club, minding our own business when all of a sudden this dude..."
Well...it started with, "here, hold my beer." The best stories usually follow.
Also, never a good thing to read, Patient was intoxicated and was running from a police dog naked.
It always seems like a great idea, just before the closed head injury.
Why did he think they are called bouncers.
I have a supervisor whose best stories seem to follow a pattern. "We were drunk and _____ got hurt. Here's how..."
HAWT! Nothing says like "date me" as a drunk idiot who plants his teeth marks on your thigh.
Or else the stripper said, "Eat me.", and the fool took it literally.
SkullCandy
Just innocently refilling the Pyxis machine in the hospital, and overhear the string of profanities and whining curses (of the patient on his cell phone in an ER cubicle behind a curtain). Then, I hear the curtain being pulled back and 'Oh, hi officer, we were just at the bar ...'. Sometimes selective hearing is a skill to be honed.
Uncle Shelby had something to say about this:
"OK, a song of warning, for those who play the game...
Oh...never bite a married woman on the thigh
Oh my, not on the thigh
Of course she just can't wash it off no matter how she tries
Oh my, she'll try
And when she gets home at night her husband's gonna ask her, "Why
Is there a tooth mark on your thigh?"
And she'll say it's just a birth mark or some other silly lie
Oh my, she'll try
But he'll get suspicious and then he will start to pry
Oh my, isn't he sly
And then, then, then she'll admit to everything and he will say, "Bye bye,
Bye bye!"
He's gonna fly
And then he'll say, "I don't blame you, but tell me who's the guy?"
That guy was I
And then he'll come and find you and he'll punch you right in the eye
Oh my, right in the eye
And and then he...
And then he'll rent a cheap hotel room and he'll hang himself with his tie
Oh my, his brand, his brand new tie
And then she'll take a overdose of sleeping tablets and she's gonna lie
On the couch and die
So never never never never never never never
Bite a married woman on the thigh."
-- Shel Silverstein, from "Songs & Stories" (Casablanca Records, 1979)
I cannot come up with anything that rivals the previous comments. Great stuff!!!
On the Internet-famous 'Things I learn from my patients" thread, which has been going on for years now, I learned these things:
Most criminal assaults are perpetrated by a notorious criminal known only as "Some Dude."
Some Dude is both psychopathic and delusional, and does everything he does "for no reason."
The most likely place to be assaulted by Some Dude is "standing on the corner, minding your own business."
I get the impression that about half of all ER visits related to criminal activity have the following narrative:
"I was standing on the corner minding my own business, and Some Dude ran up and hit me with a brick for no reason."
This is so common that ER doctors and police have an acronym, SOCMOB. It stands for, obviously, "Standing on the corner, minding own business." As in, "Pt was SOCMOB &..."
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