Friday, 30 January 2009
Tales from the sharp end of medicine...
...any contributions gratefully received...
....One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her on her mobile phone reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a 'massive internal fart.'
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg Royal London Hosp...
...While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked 'How long have you been bedridden?' After a look of complete confusion she answered, 'Why, not for about twenty years - when my husband was still alive.'
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson- Maidenhead Royal Kent...
...more here, with thanks to MostlySafeforWork.com...
....One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her on her mobile phone reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a 'massive internal fart.'
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg Royal London Hosp...
...While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked 'How long have you been bedridden?' After a look of complete confusion she answered, 'Why, not for about twenty years - when my husband was still alive.'
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson- Maidenhead Royal Kent...
...more here, with thanks to MostlySafeforWork.com...
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Medical misadventures
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