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08-07-2021
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We Think We May Actually Be Speechless
Bad Behavior, Doctor/Physician, Minnesota, Optometrist/Optician, USA | Healthy | January 18, 2021
I’m having my first eye test in a few years and the doctor gives me the colorblind test to flip through. I surprisingly stumble on a few of them, and my wife comments that she’s noticed I tend to confuse certain colors.
Doctor: “You’re not fully colorblind, but you do have something there. Probably a muted form inherited from your father. Does he have trouble with colors?”
Me: “Not that I know of, but he doesn’t really—”
Doctor: *Interrupting me* “Oh, then he’s not your father because you’re definitely a little colorblind. Women have to inherit the gene from both parents. I wonder who your real father is.”
Me: “Did you really just say that to me?”
It turned out that I have tritanomaly, which can come from a blow to the head — and I was bucked off a few horses in my life — OR can be inherited if both your parents at least carry the gene as it’s a mutation. So, it turns out that it IS possible for a non-colorblind man to father a colorblind(ish) daughter!
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08-07-2021
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#1402
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Doctors Are Braver When You Can’t Slap Them
British Columbia, Canada, Doctor/Physician, Online, Patients, Wordplay | Friendly | January 8, 2021
Because my Crohn’s Disease has decided to rear its ugly head again after a long period of remission, I am having a conference call with my gastroenterologist and another doctor, both personable young women. The connection is, unfortunately, rather sketchy. The doctors have taken turns gathering information from me and discussing treatment options.
At one point, I can’t quite believe what I think my gastroenterologist has said.
Me: “I’m sorry, could you please repeat that?”
Gastroenterologist: “I said we need to get a handle on this, because you’re still so young.”
Me: *Laughing* “I thought you said, ‘Because you’re still so dumb.’”
All three of us cracked up for a bit. I’m sixty-three and being called young was rather refreshing.
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08-07-2021
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#1403
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Scarlet Fever Once In An Azure Moon
Bizarre, Doctor/Physician, Florida, Hospital, USA | Healthy | December 30, 2020
I’m a nurse on a medical surgical floor. I have a new patient with an odd rash all over.
Doctor: “I’m stumped. I’ve put in a consult with infectious disease and dermatology. Have you ever seen anything like this?”
Me: “Well, yeah, but the patient isn’t a toddler.”
Doctor: “What does being a toddler have to do with anything?”
Me: “Well, if this patient was a toddler, I’d swear he had scarlet fever.”
Doctor: “Crap! I didn’t even think of that for a forty-something-year-old.”
Swabs came back positive for strep and yes, a forty-something-year-old can apparently get scarlet fever.
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08-07-2021
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#1404
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Hard To Remember Life In The Before Times
Arizona, Current Events, Doctor/Physician, Medical Office, USA | Healthy | December 27, 2020
It’s Wednesday and I have been sick for a couple of days. I try to be seen at urgent care, but due to the health crisis, they have nothing available until Friday afternoon. I take the Friday slot. Since some of my symptoms could also be symptoms of the current spreading illness, I also schedule a free screening at a county test site on Thursday. I get the results on Friday morning before my urgent care visit.
An hour and a half after my slot, the provider is able to see me. I describe my symptoms.
Me: “I have a cough, sore throat, fatigue, and a little shortness of breath. I did get a [illness] test and it was negative.”
Provider: “It was negative?”
Me: “Yes, thankfully.”
Provider: “Then why are you here?”
Me: *Taken a little aback* “Because I’m sick?”
The provider finished the exam and diagnosed me with an upper respiratory infection.
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08-07-2021
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#1405
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Russian To Conclusions
College & University, Doctor/Physician, Impossible Demands, Medical Office, Texas, USA | Healthy | December 7, 2020
I’m a college student who’s been accepted to a Russian study-abroad program. The next major step for me is to get a visa, which requires one unusual step: a negative HIV test. Russia has a major HIV issue, and one way they try to manage the spread is by restricting visas to people who test negative for it. So, I call my campus clinic to set up a free HIV screening test.
Receptionist: “Hello, this is [Campus Clinic]. How may I help you?”
Me: “Hello! I need to set up an appointment for an HIV test, please.”
Receptionist: “Oh, an STD panel? Sure, I can set you up for that.”
Me: “Sorry, no, just an HIV test.”
Receptionist: “Um…” *Sounding confused* “Okay, are you sure? You don’t want any other tests?”
Me: “Yes, just the HIV test, please.”
Receptionist: “All right…”
She sets me up for an appointment, sounding a little miffed throughout the rest of the exchange. I go in for my appointment the next day.
Doctor: “Good afternoon! So you’re here for an HIV test?”
Me: “Yes, that’s right. I do get a little dizzy sometimes when my blood gets drawn, though, just a heads-up.”
Doctor: “Ah, is that why you only wanted the one test? Because, you know, it’s a good idea to get a full STD panel.”
Me: “Hmm? Oh, no, I don’t need a full STD panel. I only need the HIV one.”
Doctor: “There are a lot of other diseases you’re at risk for when you’re sexually active. The responsible thing to do, if you’re worried you may have been exposed to something, is to get tested for everything.”
Me: “Oh, I’m not worried. I’m a virgin. I just want to go to Russia.”
Doctor: “What?”
I explained everything to the doctor and we had a bit of a laugh. And I got my visa!
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08-07-2021
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#1406
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We’re Expecting A Baby! But It Could Be A Velociraptor…
Canada, Doctor/Physician, Manitoba, Medical Office, Winnipeg, Wordplay | Healthy | December 2, 2020
I’m pregnant with my second daughter. My general practitioner is very nice but has a little trouble with English. He sends me for an ultrasound and this conversation happens at our next visit.
General Practitioner: “I have results from your ultrasound here.”
Me: “How does it look?”
General Practitioner: “You are having a monster.”
Me: *Horrified* “WHAT?”
General Practitioner: “Yes. Very big baby. Probably ten pounds.”
Me: “Oh… Thank goodness.”
I probably should have told him that “monster” is NOT the word to use when describing a baby-to-be.
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08-07-2021
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#1407
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I Just Can’t Wait For You To Stab Me With A Needle!
Children, Doctor/Physician, Jerk, Medical Office, New Jersey, USA | Healthy | November 30, 2020
When my son is seven years old, I move to a new town. The school system has some different regulations for vaccines than where we have just come from. As it turns out, my son needs a shot before joining school in the new town. Unfortunately, my son is extremely needle-phobic. I have previously assisted holding him still in instances where he needed a shot or stitches. I know, as a nurse and a mom, that what needs to be done needs to be done.
As I am new to the area and do not have a pediatrician yet, I ask the school for the name of the school doctor. The following happens when my son and I arrive at his appointment for his shot.
Me: *To the receptionist* “Hi, I’m [My Name] and this is [Son]. We are here for his [shot].”
Receptionist: “Sure, have a seat in exam room one. Someone will be with you shortly.”
Me: “Thank you.”
[Son] and I wait for a few minutes. He knows he is there for a shot and starts to get a bit anxious. I do my best to distract him and calm him down. Soon, the doctor arrives in the room.
Doctor: “Good afternoon, ma’am, [Son]. So, you’re here for a [shot]?”
Me: “Yes, we are.”
Doctor: “Okay, I’ll get that ready for you and I’ll be back in a minute.”
The doctor leaves the room and arrives back a few minutes later with the needle and syringe on a tray.
Doctor: “All right, so here we are.” *Addresses my son directly* “So, [Son], are you ready for your shot now?”
My jaw drops; I cannot believe what I just heard. Why would you ever ask a child if they are ready to receive a shot? My son immediately indicates that he is not ready.
Doctor: “Okay, I’ll give you a few minutes. I’ll be back.”
I sit trying to calm my son as he grows increasingly anxious. Twenty minutes later, the doctor returns.
Doctor: “All right, big guy, are you ready yet?”
Son: “No.”
Doctor: “Well, then, you just let me know when you are.”
The doctor leaves the room again. I am so shocked that I am not able to verbalize my thoughts. My son begins to panic. He is wringing his hands and pulling at his hair. It is difficult to watch. Imagine a needle-phobic seven-year-old being told that he is the one who has to actually ask to be given a shot. He just isn’t going to be able to do it.
Another twenty minutes go by before the doctor returns.
Doctor: “So, [Son], do you want me to give you that [shot] now?”
Me: “Okay, hold on, doc. We have been here for an hour, during which time you have been tormenting a young child by telling him he needs to ask to be given a shot. This ends now. I am the mother. I make the medical decisions, not him. He is getting this shot, and he is getting it now. Go get your receptionist and have her come in to help me hold him still. You have got him worked so into a frenzy that I cannot do it by myself. When she comes in here, this is going to go one, two, three: you give him the shot, we leave, this trauma is over. Go get her. Now.”
And that is what happened. To this day, I am still unhappy with myself that I allowed the torture to go on as long as it did. I later followed up with a complaint to the school system about their “school doctor.” I also put it in writing that for any school health screenings that might come up, that doctor was not to come within twenty feet of my son.
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08-07-2021
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#1408
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You’re Getting Sleeeeepy… TOO Sleepy!
Doctor/Physician, Hospital, Ignoring & Inattentive, New Jersey, Pharmacy, USA | Healthy | November 19, 2020
I used to volunteer with my township’s all-volunteer first aid squad. One day, we receive a call to respond to the house of a couple in their sixties.
Wife: “My husband isn’t acting right and I’m having trouble waking him up.”
Upon arriving at the house, my partner and I walk into the spare bedroom where the husband has been taking a nap. He is extremely lethargic and we have trouble even getting him to answer any questions. It looks just like an overdose. My partner starts providing care to the patient.
I turn to the wife.
Me: “Can you please show me the medications he’s taking?”
Among other things, he has been taking a sedative. I immediately pour them out on the kitchen table and count them. I look at the bottle and see that it is a new prescription. There are only one or two pills missing. I gather all the pill bottles into a bag and hand it to the wife.
Me: “Please bring this bag with you to the hospital.”
We transport the patient to the hospital. About fifteen minutes after that, something in my brain pops. I am familiar with the pills that the man is taking, as this isn’t the first time I’ve had to dump and count the pills in a bottle. Something about them was not right. The typical dosage is 0.25 mg or 0.5 mg. His pills seemed bigger than any others I had ever counted.
Never have I called a patient or family after transport, but today, I do. I call the wife.
Me: “[Wife], can you please pull the bottle of [sedative] out of the bag and read off the dosage size for me?”
It’s a full 2.0 mg!
Wife: “My husband’s regular doctor has been out of town, so he went to the covering physician, who gave him the prescription.”
Me: “What is his regular dosage?”
Wife: “It should have been 0.25 mg.”
Her husband received an overdose of eight times his usual dosage! I told her to report this information to the emergency room.
Yes, errors are made sometimes. But there are many checks and balances in medicine. One of the biggest ones is when a pharmacist reviews a medication and dosage for appropriateness. In this case, the doctor made a huge error in prescribing the wrong dosage. But the pharmacist should have caught it and clarified with the doctor before filling the prescription. Not doing so could have killed the husband.
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08-07-2021
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#1409
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An Im-Patient Doctor
Canada, Current Events, Doctor/Physician, Jerk, Manitoba | Healthy | November 1, 2020
At eighteen, I was diagnosed with ADHD. Over the years, I’ve used different coping mechanisms to stay organized to varying degrees of effectiveness. I probably could have benefited from medications but felt like it wasn’t affecting my life too negatively.
Once the global health crisis hit, I was laid off.
When my industry reopens, the myriad of new regulations, sanitizing steps, changes to daily practice, and dealing with the public who may or may not have strong opinions on the rules all lead to my stress levels rising and my ADHD becoming more unmanageable. Brain fog and memory issues rise through the roof. Now, at thirty-six years old, I’ve decided to talk to a psychiatrist to look into medication options.
These are some highlights from my very frustrating two-hour appointment where I feel like I am defending the legitimacy of my diagnosis.
Doctor: “Your teachers never complained about you?”
Me: “No, but I still struggled in my classes.”
Doctor: “No one talked to your parents and your teachers never complained, so it couldn’t have been that bad.”
Also:
Doctor: “You studied subjects that required a lot of academic focus in college. So it couldn’t have been that bad.”
Me: “I ended up dropping out because I couldn’t maintain my GPA. I only did well in the classes I liked and needed for my degree. I failed the mandatory Bible classes everyone had to take.”
Bible college was a bad choice.
Also:
Doctor: “Do you ever have issues with distractibility?”
Me: “Sometimes I forget I’m hungry and I go all day without eating. Suppertime rolls around and I can’t figure out why I’m starving, and then I realize I might not have eaten at all that day.”
Doctor: “GOOD FOR YOU!”
Also:
Me: “My work has been really affected. All the new rules and regulations because of the health crisis have caused me to forget a lot of important things and it’s causing my performance to suffer.”
Doctor: “The crisis has changed everyone’s jobs. Your job isn’t that hard, anyway, not like a secretary. You don’t even need to concentrate that hard, not like a secretary.”
Also:
Doctor: “So why did you look for a diagnosis? Who referred you?”
Me: “My dad and my little sister both have it. I’ve had many of the same issues as my sister. She was diagnosed with dyslexia in kindergarten and they found out about her ADHD during those tests. At the time, I was just the chatty, loud, fidgety kid. I flew under the radar until years later when I realized I probably had it, as well. That’s why I looked into it.”
Doctor: “So why did you go looking for a diagnosis?”
Me: “Because it ran in my family? As I said, I already have a dad and sister with it, and I wanted to know before I went to college so I could be prepared during exams if I needed academic accommodations.”
I was close to tears a couple of times, and after I hung up, I realized I had been on the phone with him for two hours. I was so frustrated and upset. I talked with some friends about what happened and they all told me I should make a complaint.
I contacted my hospital’s Patient Experience Liaison as soon as I felt mentally ready. After an investigation, they found that I got an accurate assessment but his tone and wording did need to be addressed.
The doctor approached me and said he was sorry that I’d had such a negative experience and would use my complaints to focus on self-improvements. The director of the unit said my experience would be used to help teach students the importance of proper communication.
It’s in my file that I will never be scheduled with that doctor again.
There might not have been drastic changes, but I’m happy it’s on his record, and I hope that if others have issues with him, they also file reports.
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08-07-2021
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#1410
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Happy Hall-OW-ween
Bizarre, Doctor/Physician, Hospital, Ignoring & Inattentive, Insurance, USA | Healthy | October 30, 2020
When I am in third grade, the day before Halloween, I trip at a friend’s house and break my right pinkie finger. Mom takes me to the local children’s hospital, I get X-rays and a half-cast, and life continues.
Exactly one year later, I trip at school and fracture three fingers on my left hand. My mother takes me to the same hospital, but the hairline fractures are nearly invisible, and the nurses wrap my hand and send me home. I try to argue that they are broken, and I know what it feels like, but only my mom believes me.
Three hours later, the hospital calls.
Employee: “Um, please bring her back in. Another doctor read the X-ray and her fingers are broken. Can you believe it? She needs a cast.”
But the true moment of hilarity was the poor insurance agent who handled the second claim. She spent a half-hour on the phone with my mom trying to sort out why there were two claims for broken fingers, filed on October 30, one year apart. I think she was expecting a prank or a misfile. My mom ended up asking questions like, “How many fingers does it say?” and, “Which hand is that for?”
I’m pretty sure it ended up as a write-off, because my mom only spoke with them once and we never heard about those claims again.
And yes, there were many jokes about one-upping myself for years after. I did end up getting a different finger caught in a car door later, but that’s another story.
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08-07-2021
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#1411
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Sit Down, Take A Break
Doctor/Physician, Hospital, Michigan, USA | Healthy | October 20, 2020
I’m about ten years old and have just fractured my arm in two places. The breaks are minor enough that they don’t hurt, so I am much calmer than my parents, who have brought me to the emergency room. My mother brings me in to see an ER doctor while my father parks the car. The doctor is about as calm as I am.
Doctor: “You just have two little fractures on either side of your wrist.”
Me: “Okay.”
Doctor: “And how did you break this again?”
Me: “I tripped over a tent string in the dark.”
Doctor: *To my mother* “She seems like a bookish kid.”
Mom: “Yeah. She is.”
Doctor: “I think she’ll be okay with just a splint.”
And I was. No bulky cast for me!
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08-07-2021
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#1412
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Thank You, Doctor Obvious
Doctor/Physician, Medical Office, Pennsylvania, Stupid, USA | Healthy | September 29, 2020
I am thirty-two weeks pregnant and experiencing sharp pain at the top of my belly. My obstetrician thinks I may have gallstones so he sends me for an ultrasound. The scan comes back clear. At my next appointment, I bring up the pain again.
Doctor: “Your scan was clear so it’s not gallstones.”
Me: “Okay, well, what else could it be? It’s a pretty significant pain.”
Doctor: “Well… you’re pregnant.”
I wanted to shout, “So THAT’S what’s been going on!” but I refrained.
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08-07-2021
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#1413
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No Rheum For Argument
Doctor/Physician, Ignoring & Inattentive, Jerk, Medical Office, Texas, USA | Healthy | September 27, 2020
I’m visiting my rheumatologist to discuss changes to my medication. The last time I visited, I had a bad reaction to an injection for my autoimmune disorder and I am looking to switch. He’d also started me on another medication that didn’t seem to have any effect, so I’m wondering what the next step is.
Me: “I don’t want to use [Medication #1 ] anymore. I was in so much pain for the week after that I could barely walk. Just standing up made me nauseous.”
Doctor: “Hmm… Well, [Medication #1 ] is the safest one for pregnant women, and you never know when you might get pregnant. I wouldn’t want to take a risk with another medication.”
Me: “Um… like I said before, I’m not going to get pregnant. I need to move to a different medication.”
Doctor: “You know, a colleague of mine had a patient that said the same thing, and only two weeks later, she found out she was pregnant. It happens.”
Me: *Frustrated* “I don’t have sex with men.”
The doctor looks at me blankly for about a minute.
Doctor: “Ah. Well, we can start you on [Medication #2 ]. It’ll take at least two weeks to get your insurance to approve it, though.”
Me: “That’s fine.”
Doctor: “And how about the [Ineffective Drug]? Has anything changed?”
Me: “No, not that I can tell.”
Doctor: “Good. I just wanted to see if there were any side effects. I’ll send in a refill so we can start treating your fibromyalgia.”
Me: “Um… what? I don’t have fibromyalgia.”
Doctor: *Casually* “No, you definitely do. It’s pretty common to develop fibromyalgia along with an autoimmune disorder.”
As I’m sitting there, trying to process what he just told me, he opens the door and waves me out into the lobby.
Doctor: “Okay, let the girls in the front know that I need to see you in two weeks. Have a good day!”
I did not have a good day.
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08-07-2021
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#1414
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Avocado Hand, Cousin Of Salad Fingers
California, Doctor/Physician, Hospital, Ignoring & Inattentive, Patients, Stupid, USA | Healthy | September 16, 2020
My grandma calls my mom to tell her she has just had a minor fall, so my mom and I rush over to help her right away. We notice that she has bumped her head and it is bleeding slightly. Even though she is in a good mood and says she feels fine, we decide to take her to the emergency room to get it checked out.
At the hospital, my grandma is shown to a bed in a large open room with several other patients. In the bed closest to hers is a man in his twenties or so who looks really nervous, so we decide to start up a friendly conversation while we are all waiting.
Man: “Yeah, I’m here because of an avocado.”
Grandma: “Wow, must have been some avocado! How did you manage that?”
Man: “Yeah, man, avocados are like, really dangerous! I was just gonna make some guacamole — it’s so good, you know? So, I opened the avocado, and I went to take the pit out with a big knife like chefs do on TV. I hit the pit really hard, but the knife bounced and got my finger instead. I’m really afraid of blood, and so is everyone else in my family. It’s just, like, really gross and everything. So, I barely managed to call 911 before I passed out, and they brought me here.”
Grandma: “I had no idea avocados were so dangerous! Don’t worry, though; you got to the right place, and I’m sure they’ll have no trouble patching up your hand.”
Man: “I hope so because I’m starting to feel kinda woozy again.”
Just then, the man’s doctor arrives and starts getting ready to stitch up his hand. We chat amongst ourselves for a bit and then glance over to see how he is doing. The doctor is sitting in a chair beside the man’s bed, facing toward the foot of the bed, and bending over the man’s hand while he works on it.
The doctor is so focused on his work that he isn’t paying any attention to the man’s face, but from our side of the room, we can clearly see that all the color is draining out! I thought people only turned shades of green in cartoons, but let me tell you, it really happens to this guy. As he is getting paler and greener, we try to get the doctor’s attention, but he is concentrating really hard and doesn’t hear us.
Finally, we see the man start leaning to the side as if he were in slow motion, and then he starts to tip over!
Mom, Grandma, & Me: *Shouting* “Doctor! Your patient passed out!”
The doctor looks up for the first time, surprised.
Doctor: “Oh, well, would you look at that.”
He calls for a nurse, who arrives immediately and takes care of the poor guy. She stays with them the rest of the time to make sure he doesn’t pass out again!
Shortly after, another doctor arrives to take care of my grandma. After doing some tests, they find that, fortunately, her injury is minor and will cause no lasting damage, so they are able to give her a few stitches and then send us home.
As we are getting prepared to leave, the same nurse who helped the man earlier comes to check on us, and we ask her how he is doing.
Nurse: “Don’t worry; we got his hand all stitched up and he’ll be just fine. It was actually a pretty small cut. I’ve seen much worse avocado injuries before.”
Mom: “Really? Are people that bad at opening avocados?”
Nurse: “Oh, yeah, avocado injuries are really common, especially here in California where people eat them so often. Our nickname for the ‘syndrome’ is Avocado Hand.”
It was hard to keep from laughing at the man with the Avocado Hand! We’re just glad he ended up okay, and fortunately, my grandma made a full recovery, too. For years afterward, the story of meeting the Avocado Man at the hospital was one of our family’s favorites. Moral of the story: just take the pits out of your avocados with a spoon, people!
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08-07-2021
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#1415
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Attention-Seeking Isn’t Always A Bad Thing
California, Doctor/Physician, Lazy/Unhelpful, Medical Office, USA | Healthy | September 5, 2020
This happens when I am sixteen, almost seventeen. My mom is out of town on a business trip and I insist that I am fine to stay home while she is gone. I haven’t been feeling well for a few days, so I go in to see a doctor. My regular doctor isn’t in that day so they send me to see a different doctor.
The doctor comes in and starts to look over my medical history. While he’s doing so, we have the following conversation.
Doctor: “What seems to be the problem?”
Me: “My stomach really hurts and I haven’t been able to keep anything down for a few days. The pain keeps getting worse, and then I throw up and the pain gets better for a while, but then it gets bad again.”
Doctor: “Can you describe the pain and where it’s located?”
Me: “It’s sharp and right here.”
I point to the lower right part of my abdomen.
Doctor: “Uh-huh.” *Looks up from the computer* “Well, just get plenty of fluids and rest and you should be fine in a few days. Nothing to worry about.”
Me: “I really don’t feel good. It feels like something is wrong.”
Doctor: “Well, I can see from your medical records that you’ve been seeing a therapist for the past year and are on antidepressants. I’m putting in your file that you are having attention-seeking behavior. There is nothing wrong with you other than a stomach virus. I will follow up with your therapist.”
With that, he left the room.
I called my mom and told her that the doctor said it was just a stomach virus and that it should go away soon. My mom got home late the next day and checked on me. I still wasn’t feeling well and we made another appointment for me for the next day. I woke her up at two am because something felt wrong. The pain was gone but I couldn’t get warm. She took me to the ER; my appendix had ruptured. I ended up spending a week in the ICU with an infection and it took another month to fully recover.
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08-07-2021
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#1416
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Which Hurts Worse? The Broken Bone Or Worker’s Comp?
Billing, Doctor/Physician, Hospital, Jerk, USA | Healthy | August 31, 2020
I fall down at work and badly injure my foot and ankle. I limp to the bathrooms and feel it; it’s puffing up quick. My supervisor comes over and asks what happened. I tell him; he facepalms and tells me to drive myself to the hospital and not to worry because I have worker’s compensation.
I do, but the adrenaline wears off. I can’t use my right foot because it’s too painful, so I have to use my left. Luckily, there’s no traffic because it’s very awkward and painful to drive. I have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming. Once I get there, I park and hop to the lobby. My supporting leg buckles and I can’t go further.
I yell for help and the receptionist gives me a wheelchair. I check in and tell her it’s worker’s compensation and she says okay. I’m feeling quite sorry for myself, and then I hear sobbing. There’s an older woman whose foot looks black and rotted. I stop feeling so sorry for myself.
After a long wait, I’m taken to get x-rays, and after a longer wait after that, the doctor comes in.
Doctor: *Very cheerily* “Well! I looked over your x-rays and you have sprained your ankle and broken your foot!”
Me: “Oh, no! I’ve never broken anything. Will I need surgery?”
Doctor: *Big grin* “No, it’s just a foot! Ha! You can just use a boot!”
Me: “Oh, but I need it.”
Doctor: “Now, let me just wrap your foot!”
She grabs my poor, already black and blue foot, roughly.
Me: “Owwwwww!”
Doctor: “Oh, I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”
Yeah, it’s broken, duh.
She wrapped it up while humming and gave me a boot and crutches. Then, I was thrown out, and later, the hospital said I needed to pay. I told them again that it was worker’s compensation and they said okay. But they kept calling and sending letters every day, saying the worker’s compensation company wouldn’t answer their calls! They kept harassing me until I finally gave in. Yes, I know I shouldn’t have, but anyone who’s been harassed every day for years would go nuts. I still have pain in my foot.
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08-07-2021
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#1417
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Sequel To The Children’s Classic, “My Teacher Sleeps In School”, Part 2
Doctor/Physician, Funny Kids, Grocery Store, Seattle, Siblings, USA, Washington | Related | August 22, 2020
When my brother is about five or so, he is at a grocery store with my mom. They happen to see our pediatrician there shopping for groceries, too. He and my mom greet each other, but my brother is confused.
Brother: “What are you doing here?”
Doctor: “I’m getting some things for dinner.”
Brother: “Don’t they give you food at the office?”
Doctor: “Sometimes people bring in food, but I’m having dinner at home with my family.”
Brother: “You have a home?”
Doctor: “[Brother], I don’t live at my office.”
For bonus points, our grandfather and two uncles are doctors, and Mom’s a nurse — and my brother was well aware that none of them lived at their offices or hospitals!
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08-07-2021
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#1418
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Sequel To The Children’s Classic, “My Teacher Sleeps In School”
Current Events, Employees, Hospital, Non-Dialogue, Silly, Sweden | Working | July 22, 2020
This takes place during the health crisis.
A colleague from another clinic is almost always on call at the same time as I am. Since I meet him at the hospital all around the clock, I finally jokingly ask him if he lives at the hospital.
He answers, within a second, “You know, it is the new thing; everybody should work from home.”
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08-07-2021
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#1419
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An Honest Doctor Is A Good Thing
Doctor/Physician, Funny, Medical Office, USA | Healthy | August 19, 2020
I develop a hernia on vacation so I go to my urologist for help.
Me: “Is this a hernia?”
He has done other surgeries for me before.
He pokes it a few times — ouch! — and agrees.
Doctor: ”Yup, that’s a hernia. Good.”
Me: ”Why is this good?”
Doctor: ”Because I get paid more to fix this.”
He retired a few years ago. I miss that guy.
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08-07-2021
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#1420
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Doctor Obvious Is Afoot
Current Events, Doctor/Physician, Lazy/Unhelpful, Medical Office, Non-Dialogue, USA, Vancouver, Washington | Healthy | August 14, 2020
I’ve had severe pain in both of my feet on and off for two years. I’ve been diagnosed with tendonitis, mild tendon tears, plantar fasciitis, Morton’s neuroma, and arthritis. I’ve tried everything that two doctors have suggested, plus a few things I learned about doing my own research. I’ve also had an MRI.
I’m getting pretty desperate for relief. This means that I’m willing to see a doctor despite the rapidly spreading illness going around, even though I’m at extremely high risk for it.
At my most recent appointment, the doctor proudly announced that I had metatarsalgia. This was a fancy way of saying that the bones in my feet hurt. No kidding, doc! He recommended highly cushioned shoes — which is all I’d been able to wear for two years — and that’s it.
I’ll be seeking out yet another doctor for this.
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