I never expected to be the kind of mother who’d hit her sweet child in the mouth but I was, totally unintentionally! I was a registered nurse on call for emergency acute hemodialysis. One Sunday night, I got a call just about the time the kids were headed to bed. I told Bud what was up and headed for the car. Unbeknownst to me, my young son, John, had also heard the call and thought it would be fun to scare me. Just as I settled in my car for the drive, somebody screamed and grabbed me from behind. By reflex, I slammed a backhand connecting with teeth.
John yelled for sure that time, as shocked as I was. He hadn’t taken the fight or flight response into consideration, never expecting his mother to attack. We both felt awful but I didn’t even have to discuss not pulling that stunt again.
Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
Please don’t read if you are easily offended. This is nursing humor.
My husband I are both retired RNs so we frequently spot errors in commercials. The other evening, one of those frequent “Help, I’ve fallen and can’t get up!” commercials came on.
Bud watched the poor woman intently for a moment and said, “I know damn good and well she didn’t fall. She didn’t piss her pants.”
He knows whereof he speaks, having worked on a physical rehab floor for more than twenty years.
Holidays are rough on people who work in hospitals, since you’re getting by with minimal staff. One Thanksgiving, I was performing dialysis on a patient not too long after he’d had his traditional Thanksgiving dinner. I knew exactly what he’d had because he got sick and hurled it me. By this time, I was a seasoned nurse and always had extra scrubs stowed in my locker. Without gagging, I brushed off the bigger pieces, swabbed myself with soapy towels, generally sprayed myself with disinfectant, changed clothes, and got back to work, pretty much good as new. Continue reading
Had a hilarious complaint from a patient when I was a nurse. The doctor came out of a room saying the patient’s wife wanted us to give her a “Do Not Disturb” sign to put on her husband’s door. We kept disturbing them when they were trying to have sex. Didn’t take us long to get that sign made. You can believe they weren’t disturbed any more than necessary!
Mr. Smith was in the hospital for the first time in his life and in traction. He hit the call bell and yelled out loud enough for everybody on the hall to hear. “Hey, Nurse! I gotta s—!” Continue reading
Daddy loved going to doctors and taking medicines. He walked through one morning as Mother’s friend mentioned she was seeing Dr Bert Mason, praising him to Mother. Upon hearing this recommendation of a doctor he had no experience of, his ears perked up. Pondering Shirley’s recommendation as he went about his business, he did a total body assessment, trying to determine what imperfect body part might be most in need of attention. Like most people over forty, at any time he could likely zero in on problem or two. His knee was cranky, uncomfortable in foul weather. Seasonal allergies were an ongoing problem. Indigestion was a common visitor. Maybe he should see Dr. Mason. He made a note to have mother call for an appointment when he got back in the house.
Two weeks later, they hurried in to the doctor’s office. He settled in while Mother registered him. They were the first ones to be seen after the lunch break. As they waited, a couple of patients joined them. In less than five minutes, the nurse called out, “Billie Swain?” He was surprised to be called Billie, but followed her into the bowels of the clinic. As Mother waited, the room quickly filled with patients. Before long, Mother notice a commonality. The patients were all women, mostly obviously pregnant, or nursing newborns. Realizing there was nothing to be done, she settled back, looking forward to Daddy’s reaction to his visit with Dr. Mason, M.D., OB/GYN.
Within minutes, Daddy slipped out the door in the rear of the waiting room, signaling as he made his way out the door, hoping to escape notice.
I was reporting back to a doctor on his agitated emergency room patient I had just been caring for. Meaning to say, “He was really bucking and fighting.” I got tangled up and said “f–cking and biting.” Trying to recover before the doc reacted, I snapped back,” but fortunately I didn’t get bit!”
Sometimes life serves up some incredibly sweet moments. About twenty-five years ago ,I mortally embarrassed both my high school children with no effort or planning on my part whatsoever. I was a dialysis nurse at the time. I had worked all night the night before. I had gone to bed about four that afternoon, knowing I was going to be called back. At eight-thirty in the evening the phone at my bedside rang. Jolted out of sleep, Continue reading
It was the old farmer’s first time in the hospital. The split back gown was bad enough, but when the nurse had him roll on his side to get a rectal temperature, he squirmed and wiggled.
“Be still, Mr. Smith. I’m trying to check your temperature!”
“Well, watch out what your doing, Missy! You’re about to poke me right in the butt with that thing!”