For now, we’d like to wish you all the best for Christmas, whether you’re at home or working, have a Happy New Year and prosperous 2023!
A damp evening and the crew found a lady standing in her garden in the rain, concerned about the ‘lady with a dog’ who had fallen over. There was no lady or dog, but my colleague, who used to be a veterinary nurse, was dispatched to check the ‘dog’ was OK, while I got the lady inside. There the story got more bizarre.
Apparently alien children had been living with her for the last 2 weeks and their parents were now here, in the spaceship overhead, to take them home. She told us they were quite quiet and had been no trouble at all. Thinking quickly, I suggested that could be because English wasn’t their first language if they were from a different planet! The patient thought that was quite likely.
The patient agreed to come to the hospital but was worried about us and the nurses being affected by radiation from the space ship. We used NLP techniques to work with the patient's world, to gain her trust and be able to help her. We reassured her that we and the nurses work around x-rays so wouldn’t be affected by the radiation. We suspected a UTI… unless there actually were aliens!!!!!.
The young man with ‘crusted scabies’ (look that one up!) and a groin injury. He was running round his flat with blood pouring from his groin, scratching at the scabies. There were flakes of skin flying everywhere and the temptation for us to stop breathing was strong!
It was one where we wished we’d worn full Tyvex suits and respirator hoods. Let’s just say that we didn’t sit down, did our assessment super fast, wrapped him in a blanket and got going to the hospital asap!
Warning… morphine can act like a truth serum! A lovely patient with sciatic pain was stuck belly down over a footstool in a lot of pain. In order to move him to get to hospital, we used Entonox (gas and air), IV paracetamol and morphine. But we had no idea of what was coming.
As the drugs started to kick in, the patient started to get more chatty… and giggly! He started to tell us how much he loved his wife, plus a few facts about their relationship that we really didn’t need to know. Argh! What has been heard, cannot be unheard! Soon the pain had eased enough to get him to hospital but we were blushing for the rest of the day!
In a similar vein (get it!!), as a student medic, you are required to rotate through the various hospital departments to get a rounded education. I was doing a stint in recovery which is where the patients are taken after having surgery to make sure that the anaesthetic wears off and the airway is maintained at all times until they are ready to be transported back to the ward. I had been tasked to sit with a patient and to remove his airway tube as he regained consciousness. This duly happened and he turned to look at me and promptly said “F**k me, you’re ugly! I want that one over there!” pointing at one of my colleagues. I properly laughed and knew that he would have no recollection of that moment. There are so many stories like that one from my time working in recovery.
One New Years Day, we were called to a patient who had taken Monkey Dust but was also diabetic. He was displaying erratic mood swings and uncoordinated movements. His blood sugars were too high, but he was convinced they were too low and knew that for low blood sugar, he needed to eat something sugary. So he poured a bowl of cereal, sprinkled sugar liberally and started trying to eat it. Except he couldn’t get the spoon to his mouth and kept throwing the cereal all over himself and the floor, becoming more and more frustrated! It was like a scene from Airplane and we just had to stand back and watch the puddles of milk and cereal expand across the floor. Some very tired police officers at the end of their long NYE shift arrived and we all had a laugh about how this was the first job of the New Year and what else could possibly go wrong. It was 2020!
During my first sea draft I was working late in the Sick Bay, updating patient notes from the days cases, when the phone rang. When I answered it there was a small voice at the end that sounded like the owner was in pain. He asked if he could come by sick bay and apologised for it being out of hours. I said sure, come on down. He arrived and was very red in the face and walking with extreme care. I asked him what the problem was and he showed me a tube of deep heat. My immediate thought was that he had been rubbing some deep heat into a sore muscle and must have had an open wound that it got into and stung like mad. But oh no, he had not been rubbing it into a sore muscle. I shan’t spell it out for you but let's just say that he thought he was reaching for KY Jelly….
It was the last job before my annual leave. The gentleman met us at the door with the words ‘I’m sorry to call you out but I’ve been really stupid’. Having been prepped for surgery, the procedure was cancelled so he stormed out of the hospital in a huff. He managed to remove his cannula without bleeding to death… result! But he couldn’t figure out how to get his catheter out, so he just cut the end off! The result was a 10cm tube of plastic sticking out of his unmentionables and a constant stream of urine! We couldn’t help but laugh. After padding out his undies with incontinence pads, a trip to hospital followed so that the remaining catheter could be removed safely.
At the start of lockdown, we were called to an elderly homeless lady who was outside in the middle of the night. We got her and her multiple carrier bags and suitcases (there were about 15!) onto the ambulance and assessed her. She was actually fine, but told us she was supposed to have a room at a hostel. A call to social services confirmed things were in place for her and she had the means to get to where she needed to be.
The problem was that when the time came for her to get off the ambulance she totally refused. We literally couldn’t get her off, even with our best persuasive moves and when we put all of her bags back outside. She kept talking, refused to stand up, showed us the money stuffed down her bra, and came up with all sorts of reasons not to get off. After an hour of trying to get her to leave, we had to threaten her with calling the Police before she very reluctantly got off and we left scene quickly to go to the next job before she could get on the vehicle again!
A lovely, happy patient with learning difficulties decided to fry some sausages with a reasonable (as in large!) amount of oil in the frying pan. Of course she spilled the oil on the floor. She tried to mop it up with water! Then of course slipped over in it. She wasn’t hurt, but couldn’t get up.
When we arrived, she was sitting at the far side of the kitchen and giggling away. I put one foot on the lino… and slipped! I managed to stay upright but soon realised that getting to the patient was going to be like a scene from Looney Tunes on ice!
We got a couple of towels from the bathroom and managed to get to the patient who was fine, but finding it all very amusing. With a little help, she was able to get up and use the towel pathway to safety!
Going above and beyond, we tried to think of something that would get rid of the oil slick so she didn’t fall again… the answer… good old Fairy Liquid. We sloshed a load of it around and mopped up the oil so the patient was safe to leave at home.
On another ship that I was working on I got called out to one of the onboard office spaces. I have to admit, I was a little put out as the caller said it wasn’t an emergency and that mostly the patient was fine so I was wondering why he couldn’t make it to the medical centre. Anyway, I grabbed my kit bag and made my way up to the office space and on entering the space found a chap with his hand pinned to the desk with a pair of scissors. They had been playing silly games and when the ship rolled a little heavier than usual the scissors slipped and went through his hand instead of between his fingers. I laughed and had to call him out for being so daft as to play that game in the first place. It ended up a more complex case than I first thought as well because it was hard work unpinning him from the desk!
I was duty weekend in Portsmouth Naval Dockyard and heard the bell go at the front door. In enters a gaggle of medics holding someone up (another medic). They were all drunk and had been throwing their best shapes around the dance floor of a popular dancing hall. So there I am, a fairly junior medic, surrounded by a load of senior medics including the patient trying to get a set of vital signs and they all had the proper giggles, it was soooooo infectious that I couldn’t help myself and started gigging. I literally had no idea what I was laughing at but it was bloody funny!
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For now, we’d like to wish you all the best for Christmas, whether you’re at home or working, have a Happy New Year and prosperous 2023!