Great moments in bad judgement - page 4
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Reaching under commercial lawn-mower to remove stick. Mower running. Started with 10, ended with 6.... Read More
- 20Apr 25, '12 by MN-NurseHusband is showed his young wife how his new nail gun works by pressing the actuator against his finger. He thought it wasn't loaded. It was, driving a nail through his finger. Wife packs up 3 month old baby and drives hubby to the ED.
They get there, wife is asks what brings her to the ER that evening?:
"My husband is an idiot."
- 0Apr 25, '12 by butterfliesandzebrasQuote from LaughingRNOuch?? How bout, "sir, you are a dumbass"?Left hand amputee in for non related issue, over the course of casual conversation:
Me: "Why did they amputate your hand sir?"
Patient: "I stuck my hand into a clogged meat grinder 15 years ago"
- 6Apr 25, '12 by BuckyBadgerRNMy husband is a police officer, hence, a first responder for EMS in our city. New Years Eve a few years ago, drunken college-age male climbed a flagpole in a park. Slid down. On the side where the cleat is welded to hold the ropes for the flag. Weld held firm, scrotum--not so much....
- 8Apr 25, '12 by LibraSunCNMHad a 50-something year old male patient s/p carotid endarterectomy from Yugoslavia who spoke very little English. Usually very simple patients, they go home the day after surgery. The morning after surgery, he gestures that he wants to go in the bathroom. I was a new nurse, very busy with my other 3 stepdown patients, so I help him into the bathroom thinking he either has to have a BM or just wants to wash up a bit. He ambulates perfectly, I wasn't worried about him at all. He had a Foley, so he must know that he can't pee, right?
After noticing he'd been in the bathroom for about 5 minutes, I knock to see if he's ok and open the door to what looks like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, blood everywhere, and one very sheepish looking patient holding the Foley that he RIPPED OUT, balloon intact, saying, "I sorry, I sorry!" One GU consult and coude catheter placement later, his wife arrived and I had to explain why he would be going home much later that day, and with a catheter for several days. Then followed a loud string of what I assume was Yugoslavian expletives in what could only be described as the international wife-to-husband language of "You f***** idiot!!!"
- 4Apr 25, '12 by chucksterSetting: The large detached garage of a rambling old house, rented to 3 men in their twenties. It is an early spring day, bright and clear, but chilly. There is an old wood stove is in the corner of the garage, filled with wood, pieces jammed in. Way too much wood to actually start a fire with. A none-too-bright workplace acquaintance of one of the roommates (who, after having passed out from drinking, spent the night on the living room couch) is standing about 3 feet away from the stove with a box of kitchen matches in his hand. One of the roommates walks into the garage from the opposite corner, perhaps 25 feet from where the stove is. The following dialog occurs.
Roommate: “Daryl, what’s that smell?”
Daryl: “What smell?"
Roommate, noticing the can of starting fluid (ether) on the floor of the garage: “DON’T LIGHT THAT MATCH!!!!”
Daryl, slowly drawing the match across the box: “It’s cold - just tryin’ to get this stove goin’”
The match ignites and Daryl tosses it toward the stove. The roommate is now trying desperately to put as much distance between himself and the stove as possible. The lit match arcs toward the stove and its load of ether-saturated wood. The roommate barely gets to the door and almost out of the garage when the “WHOOSH” of combustion is heard. This is followed by the sound of several large pieces of cast iron impaling themselves into the walls and ceiling, accompanied by the tinkling of broken glass as the garage window disappears. The roommate pauses a few seconds before re-entering the garage.
Daryl’s face has a funny expression, kind of a “whiskey, tango, foxtrot” look, made all the more comic by the soot and the fact that his shoulder length hair has largely disappeared. His clothes are smoldering in several places, but there does not seem to be any blood. The roommate grabs a handful of rags, tamps out the smoldering clothing and asks Daryl if he’s OK. Luckily, except for the hair, he mostly is. The garage on the other hand, is not.
As Ron White says: “You can’t fix stupid.”Last edit by chuckster on Apr 25, '12
- 5Apr 25, '12 by IEDaveThis one dates back to 1978:
Overheard through privacy curtain in local ER - "Would you go up on the roof and get Daddy's finger..."
Mind you - I was 14, had just taken a 40 foot tumble down a cliff that required 6 rangers and about 3 hours to extricate me from, had a right wrist about the diameter of an unsliced bologna ('bout 5 inches or so) courtesy of a fractured radial and a wrist full of gravel, and what I remember most was that comment. Upon listening further - apparently Dad opted to do some DIY home repair (this was years before Home Depot, BTW) & install a rooftop swamp cooler. From the sounds of things, the situation degenerated into man vs. swamp cooler, and the cooler won that round. Didn't sound like it was ETOH-fueled, just basic XY stupidity at work.
Dad & I were both slugging it out for "stupid male of the week", and I'm pretty sure I actually won. Not sure if Dad's finger was successfully reattached, but I did manage to survive my adolescence. Just barely.
- 0Apr 25, '12 by jrbl77My mom did the lawn mowerr thing when I was in 6th grade- am now 55. Our lawn mower had an attchment for a hose to help in cleaning the mower. Hose wan't tight and she tried to tighten it. Can still see the blood on the floor and her with her hand in a towel. She cut the tips off of several fingers on her hand. Remember her crying during the healing process. I cut the grass after that episode!