Ouch!
A friend was once given a biopsy by a sleep-deprived junior doctor.
They needed a sample of his colon, so inserted the long bendy jaws-on-the-end thingy, located the suspect area and... he shot through the ceiling. Doctor had forgotten to administer any anaesthetic.
What was your ouchiest moment?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
A friend was once given a biopsy by a sleep-deprived junior doctor.
They needed a sample of his colon, so inserted the long bendy jaws-on-the-end thingy, located the suspect area and... he shot through the ceiling. Doctor had forgotten to administer any anaesthetic.
What was your ouchiest moment?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
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Not me, but...
My best friend Stephanie has had chronic problems with one of her ankles since she broke it in a car accident. She has had several surgeries. The last surgery she had coincided with bringing home a rescue Norwegian forest cat. This is a story about them being in pain together.
The cat had been hit by a car and left for dead in front of her house. Stephanie brought the cat in to an emergency vet, and ended up adopting him after his owners failed to claim him. He lost a leg, which is a fairly invasive surgery - the vet actually removed the whole shoulder blade as well.
After she brought him home, they made a great pair: Stephanie limping on crutches and "Frankenstein" the tripod hobble-horsing around with giant stitches.
What Stephanie didn't know is that when Frank gets really excited, and really loves someone, he does a trick where he tries to jump in their arms. He did this three days after she brought him home. She was scared he would rip his stitches, so she dropped her crutches and tried to catch him. He weighs 25 pounds even without the leg, and he has sleek and slippery fur which makes him hard to get a grip on. Stephanie tumbled ass over tea kettle while Frank used her body to cushion his fall. He then tottered away as if nothing had happened.
After my first run-in with his jumping trick, my friend related this story to me-- except with 300% more expletives (the phrase "that fucking cat" might have been thrown around a bit) and accusatory pointing at this smug face:
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 20:14, 3 replies)
My best friend Stephanie has had chronic problems with one of her ankles since she broke it in a car accident. She has had several surgeries. The last surgery she had coincided with bringing home a rescue Norwegian forest cat. This is a story about them being in pain together.
The cat had been hit by a car and left for dead in front of her house. Stephanie brought the cat in to an emergency vet, and ended up adopting him after his owners failed to claim him. He lost a leg, which is a fairly invasive surgery - the vet actually removed the whole shoulder blade as well.
After she brought him home, they made a great pair: Stephanie limping on crutches and "Frankenstein" the tripod hobble-horsing around with giant stitches.
What Stephanie didn't know is that when Frank gets really excited, and really loves someone, he does a trick where he tries to jump in their arms. He did this three days after she brought him home. She was scared he would rip his stitches, so she dropped her crutches and tried to catch him. He weighs 25 pounds even without the leg, and he has sleek and slippery fur which makes him hard to get a grip on. Stephanie tumbled ass over tea kettle while Frank used her body to cushion his fall. He then tottered away as if nothing had happened.
After my first run-in with his jumping trick, my friend related this story to me-- except with 300% more expletives (the phrase "that fucking cat" might have been thrown around a bit) and accusatory pointing at this smug face:
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 20:14, 3 replies)
Awwww
That has to be one of the cutest cats in the world! He has a proper grin! Great story too :)
*Click*
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 22:57, closed)
That has to be one of the cutest cats in the world! He has a proper grin! Great story too :)
*Click*
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 22:57, closed)
Norwegian forest cats are the best cats in the world
I have two of the beautiful little (well, massive for cats) creatures. They're not meant to go outside though. They're a bit like dogs and have a habit of running AT cars. I'm not surprised the poor little sod got hit. I'm glad he's feeling well enough to jump these days though :)
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 13:43, closed)
I have two of the beautiful little (well, massive for cats) creatures. They're not meant to go outside though. They're a bit like dogs and have a habit of running AT cars. I'm not surprised the poor little sod got hit. I'm glad he's feeling well enough to jump these days though :)
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 13:43, closed)
My friend did note that he has a habit of sitting right in the middle of things and expecting people to go around him because he's just too magnificent to care, even when he's in imminent danger. There's a good chance that he expected the car to go around him.
He's been an indoor cat since then, but is agile enough that he has attempted escape by jumping over an 8-foot fence.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 22:29, closed)
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