And he was wearing a green T-shirt with a picture of a shamrock on it, that said "Today is my lucky day!"
A nurse commented this is the only field on Earth where such things are funny. She's probably right.
Monday, November 10, 2014
The nature of medicine
And he was wearing a green T-shirt with a picture of a shamrock on it, that said "Today is my lucky day!"
A nurse commented this is the only field on Earth where such things are funny. She's probably right.
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On a similar note- pet owners: don't name your pet Lucky. It never ends well.
Ah irony.
Hey, VetStudent...I adopted a rescue dog and as it turned out, he had been hit by a car earlier in life. His hip was a mess (didn't realize how bad at the time we adopted) and $900 later, he has led the best life a dog can lead. I'm on my second husband who says that they want to be reincarnated as one of my dogs! And my sweet, spotted mutt is named Lucky. He won the doggy lottery!
Cops.
How sad, Dr. G.
In such a somewhat depressing field, we find humor where we can.
Was alcohol involved ?
"If it wasn't for gallows humor, we'd have no humor at all."
-Anonymous
Sounds like you had a pretty shit week end, it must be very hard when you are there to help but nothing can be done. My condolences for all concerned.
I'm assuming alcohol was involved. That's sad...and ironic.
Deep breath. Carry on. This is sad, and so ironic in a fractured sort of way.
I wonder. Did the guy get hit on the head with a beer or whiskey bottle?
In bar-fight scenes in the movies, they show guys getting hit with bottles all the time. The bottle breaks over the guy's head, he gets knocked out, and wakes up with nothing more than a headache later on.
The reality is that a beer or whiskey bottle is hard and tough to break. It's more likely that your skull will break long before the bottle does.
When I was a teenager, a close friend of mine's father was killed in a bar brawl. Someone tried to break a bottle over his head and it crushed his skull and killed him outright. The perp went to jail for a long time.
It's one of the many reasons I avoid bars.
There's a sick joke in it if you were able to salvage organs for donation...
It is a depressing field we're in. We have to find humor where we can. Actually, I think you have to be quite twisted to work in this field and stay sane. Ok... maybe we're not sane, but we're functional.
You also shouldn't name your kid Hope, Neveah, or Treah. Also, the more unnecessary ys in a name, the worse the outcomes. Krystyn will do way worse with her flu than Kristen. Also, Zane, Shane, Bane, Wayne, and Layne admitted simultaneously to a hospital will not all survive and will confuse the hell out of me when called about at 4 in the morning.
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