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<table id="INCREDIMAINTABLE" style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td id="INCREDITEXTREGION" style="border-top: medium none rgb(212, 208, 200); border-right: medium none rgb(212, 208, 200); border-bottom: medium none rgb(212, 208, 200); padding: 1.5pt; width: 100%; background-color: transparent;" width="100%"> Anyone who has spent time in the hospital will enjoy this.
A woman called a local hospital -- "Hello. Could you connect me to the
person who gives information about patients? I'd like to find out if a
patient is getting better, doing as expected or getting worse."
The voice on the other end said "What is the patient's name and room
number?"
"Sarah Finkel, Room 302." "I'll connect you to the nursing station".
"Third floor nursing station. How can I help you?"
"I'd like to know the condition of Sarah Finkel in Room 302."
"Just a moment. Let me look at her records. Mrs. Finkel is very well. In
fact she had two full meals, her blood pressure is fine. She is to be
taken
off the heart monitor in a couple of hours, and if she continues this
improvement, Dr Cohen is going to send her home on Tuesday."
The woman said "What a relief. Oh, that's fantastic. That's wonderful
news."
The nurse said, "From your enthusiasm, I take it, you are a close family
member, or are you a very close friend?"
"Neither. I'm Sarah Finkel in Room 302. Nobody tells me s**t"........
Several years ago, I had to have a osteoid osteoma (bone tumor) removed from my left knee, and part of the medial meniscus (cartilage) removed.
The surgery went well. (Picture a cast on my left leg, from my groin to my left ankle!)
In the early morning hours after my surgery, a nurse came into the room to take my blood pressure, etc.
I asked why she was waking me up at 3:45 a.m., when I had the same thing done, 15 minutes before.
She said, "We are going to 'prep' you for surgery."
"Wrong! I've already had my surgery."
"Sir. You are scheduled for surgery in one hour. We need to 'prep' you."
"Lady. . . I've already had my surgery. (I pull down the sheet and show her my cast, on my left leg.) See! I've had my surgery!"
"Sir, the schedule says that you are scheduled for gall bladder surgery, today."
"Lady. . . If you TOUCH me, I'll yell soooooooo loud the hospital administrators will hear me, 4 floors away. Now get the h _ _ _ out of here. NOW!"
The nurse left and came back in 10 minutes with 3 BIG guys, to prep me!
I started yelling soooo loud. . . . "IF you touch me, I'll sue every one of you!"
They understood that.
Seems there was a 'mix-up' with the last names on the charts.
Yeah, right. Their 'mix-up' almost cost me a gall bladder!
Good one 00BlueOvalRanger. My step dad had open heart surgery late last year. He was in the hospital close to a week afterward. About 3 days before he was due to come home, 2 orderlies walk into his room and start unhooking his machines. When he asked what they were doing, they informed him that he was dead and they were taking him "downstairs". After a breif argument in which common sense kicked in and they decided that being he was talking to them that there was a chance that he might not be dead.
A few years ago I sliced my foot open on a sharp corner. We (my wife and I) didn't think it was too bad, but after about 30 minutes we decided we better go to the ER to have it looked at. Get checked in at the ER and sat there for 2 1/2 to 3 hours before the nurse came to get us. (Don't get me started on the people who came in that were way worse than I was that had to wait). We get into the room, and the nurse decides I need stitches. She asks me how long ago it happened, and I told her about 3 to 3 1/2 hours. She then proceeded to lecture me about how long it took me to get in there to get stitches, and then if I wasted any more time than what I already had, she wouldnt be able to stitch it up. When I told her I spent almost 3 hours in the waiting room, she told me it didnt matter and I should have gotten to the hospital sooner. Needless to say I dont go to that ER anymore.
If you ever have to go to the ER, as soon as you walk in, fall to the floor and start screaming "I'm having a heart attack!" They'll rush you into a room, and right before they put the shocker things (can't remember what they call them) on you, sit up and say "Oh, that went away, but could you look at my finger(or whatever's ailing you). Because once you're in, they can't kick you out.
If you ever have to go to the ER, as soon as you walk in, fall to the floor and start screaming "I'm having a heart attack!" They'll rush you into a room, and right before they put the shocker things (can't remember what they call them) on you, sit up and say "Oh, that went away, but could you look at my finger(or whatever's ailing you). Because once you're in, they can't kick you out.
Tim
Tim, if you get that close, let them do the defribulator thing! What a rush! You'll get a charge out of it!