The Humorous Nurse Speaks

Dealing with issues such as life, death, and other matters of consequence in our daily work lives, nurses tend to develop a rather jaded---OK, warped---sense of humor. It's almost a matter of survival; otherwise, we'd probably go off the deep end. (It's not for nothing that we happen to have the best collection of "code brown" stories on the planet.) Here's a peek at a few of the things one R.N. finds irresistibly funny. Nurses Announcements Archive Article

As a lifelong student of human foibles, I often find myself marveling at the number of undignified situations we blunder into on any given day. I mean, have you ever been so excited to meet a celebrity that you had to glance down at your name tag before you could tell her who you were? (Yup...happened to me.) Or done a face-plant in the geraniums while rushing to clean up the lawn fudge just as the hunky yard man arrives?

I bet you had at least a snicker at the mental pictures, whether you're a nurse or not. Nurses, however, often encounter situations that very few people outside the profession would find humorous.....mainly because they are gross or shocking. But for many of us, they're a source of virtually endless amusement.

For example:

1) As a morbidly obese person myself, I normally don't see much humor in fat-patient tales. However, I once had a 400-lb patient whose lower dentures couldn't be found anywhere. The aide and I went in and turned her on her side to remove the bedpan and.....I'll give you three guesses to figure out what we discovered embedded in her left buttock.

2) Ever walk into the hospital room of an asthma patient and hear muffled "meows" from the closet? Ever open that closet door and see a mother cat and three kittens tumble out? Turned out the patient's hubby had snuck the animals in to "visit" her in the hospital. And no, you can't fix stupid, but it's sure good for a few laughs.

3) As mentioned above, every nurse has a treasure trove of poop stories. We can't share them with many people outside our sphere of influence, of course, because of the possibility of offending the more, ahem, 'refined' folks who DON'T spend a good portion of their day dealing with the distal end of the alimentary canal.

My personal favorite is the story of Margaret, a nursing home resident who had a habit of "going" only once a week on average, with predictably large results when she finally did produce. She also had a sharp mind and a very, very dry wit. One night after she had her milk of mag, she gave birth to an eight-pounder in the shape of an exclamation point. I couldn't help asking Margaret to tell me how she'd done that. "Big deal," she sniffed. "I was actually going for a bow, but didn't make it."

4) Stupid management tricks are a frequent cause for mirth, at least after we get done being outraged. This mostly occurs at the floor level, but even in middle management limbo, where I live, the silliness flows pretty freely........like with the most recent memo from Corporate suggesting ways to improve our workflow and staff retention rates. They want us to hold daily managers' meetings, plus meetings with both shifts in the afternoons, PLUS safety committee and dietary meetings once weekly and of course, staff meetings semi-monthly. So......tell me again how wasting an average of two hours a day in meetings is supposed to improve productivity?? I swear, if I couldn't laugh about this stuff I'd probably cry---either that, or be found in the belfry communing with the bats.

5) The layman's use (or MISuse) of medical terminology has provided me with many hours of enjoyment over the years. I remember a very young (and very naive!) female patient who actually asked me what a virgin was, then asked me how she could be one when she'd never been to Virginia. And, living in an area where there are pockets of deep poverty and shocking ignorance, I've also had to do some pretty extensive teaching with older people who were diagnosed with "lady parts particles" (AKA angina pectoris) or "pew-monia". Sometimes I have to look away for a moment to collect myself, because these folks can't help it and I would never laugh in a patient's face. Doesn't stop me from having a few giggles over it later, though.

These are some of the aspects of nursing that tickle my funny bone. How about yours?

Specializes in Adult/Ped Emergency and Trauma.

Women don't fart??!!!

Their shoes tear or squeak, and it's never on purpose- just "slipped out."

I have seen them all during my tour of duty. The walking farts, the cough and sneeze disguised fart, the silent but deadly, . . .

And my least favorite, the follower. That's the one that goes with you out of the room, and even though your innocent, your colleagues give the evil eyes (watered of course, depending on what was on those trays).

By the way, am I the only nurse that has to turn away to lift the lid off a breakfast tray? Only hospital food.

This may be the most ADD post I have ever made!!

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Once I got pulled to the psych unit, and upon admitting a guy who seemed very intelligent, and saner than me, I prepared his room, and headed back to the nurses desk to finish his admission paperwork.

Upon noting I forgot to ask if he used any tobacco, I hit the call light button to speak with him. Mr. Xxxxx, do you use tobacco? . . .

No Answer.

Mr. Xxxxx, louder now, do you smoke or use other tobacco? . . .

after a verbal sigh, he relented, . .

"Listen close, I'm only going to say it once, No! Now you shut up, they check on me every 15 minutes, and I don't want to get caught talking to a freaking bed, ALL THE REST OF YOU HEAR ME?"

I looked at the camera monitor to see him addressing the rest of his furniture. "Okay, good. I'd like it to stay this quiet."

I was so glad that was the only question I had for him. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was me, especially since he looked so content he was able to quiet the questioning voices of his curious furniture. The bed never said another word, at least that I know of.

Omg that is so funny!

poor thing he didn't wanna get caught! Lol

LOLOLOL The OP is hysterical!! Love it!!

1) Gives new meaning to chew one's "butt" off

2) Some husbands are far too literal. That was NOT what the patient meant......:saint:

3)However, having a "poopy" day, we mean quite literally.

4) You could call a meeting. To talk about the problems and issues due to the number of other meetings.

5) And did the adult daughter (who has been to the closest city for a bacholorette party a time or 2) of the patient with lady parts particles then state "Mama, that is not what you have. lady parts Particles is a TV show on the Lifetime Channel they got from some play....."

oh dawag, i am wiping my eyes, priceless stuff.

Once, working the triage desk in ER, a woman walked into the ER lobby, screamed, and an infant fell right out of her skirt, onto the floor, in a small puddle of blood. Very dramatic moment, and other patients in the lobby were as amazed as i was. A flurry of staff got her into wheelchair, i scooped up now-crying newborn into a towel, and after cursory exam in ER, were sent to L&D where they belonged.

Later on, the L&D nurse calls down to ER to ask me what the newborns 1st apgar score was. I ask the doc, what apgar are we giving that newborn we just had?

The doc, without missing a beat, replied, "Eleven....gets an extra point for bouncing!"

You know how sometimes, when dealing with not so smart patients, they can report odd things. HOw sometimes, the patients self-diagnose, instead of telling you exactly what it was they felt?

Well, one time, i was in a patients room, and he mentioned to me his kidneys moved. So to find out exactly what happened, i asked him "How do you know? I mean, what did it feel like ?"

which, i expected some reply like, "My lower back had a painful spasm" or something,

not realizing, to this man, that was his way of saying he'd urinated.

Of course, the man was baffled at my question, "What do you mean, how do i know? What!?" and after a few seconds, i came to understand what HE meant by that expression, which i'd never heard before.

how embarrassing, eh? lol.

One time, i worked in a hospital, very near the Mexican border, and i was ONLY nurse on entire unit, only person on entire unit, actually, who was not bilingual. so i began to try to learn Spanish. All my coworkers, all my patients, all my patient's families, all spoke in Spanish.

We are receiving a post-op patient back to her room, and she is getting kinda pale as we transfer her from cart to bed, so i up her 02 and encourage her, in Spanish, to take a deep breath. Everyone stops and stares at me. Again, since patient is so so freshly post-anesthesia, and not breathing deeply enough yet, i again ask patient to take a DEEEeeep breath.

Patient, still groggy, looks at me in confusion, and then, points at her nose.

Everyone busts out laughing. Turns out, i'd been asking her, "Where do you breathe?" over and over.

Ohh, i had a lotta moments like that one on that unit....ha ha, oh did i ever!!

another time, on Cape Cod, i'd misunderstood a patient saying he wanted "shorts" (boxer underwear), due to his New England accent, i was thinking he was talking about "shots" (injections).

He said, he needed some more shorts, and hopes his family comes soon. I think he said "shots" not shorts, see?

I became concerned, "Your family is bringing you shots?"

Patient, "Oh, i hope so! I feel terrible and need some more shorts."

"Well, you should not be taking any medicine whatsoever, from your family, only what we nurses bring in. Why do you feel terrible, what is wrong?"

"I told you, i need some shorts! I am out of shorts now. My family isn't bringing in pills, they are bringing me shorts. But, now i need more shorts. I don't like these gowns, they make me nervous, but, if i have my shorts, i am fine."

"What kind of shots has your family been bringing you?"

"Why does that matter?!"

AT THIS POINT, my patient decides i am either very dumb, or very nosey.

on and on,

till finally, i realize, he is saying shoRts, only without the "R"

rofl.

Another time, i had never heard 'gowns' be called "johnny" the way they are called on Cape Cod,

and when a patient asked for a clean johnny, i thought this must mean "bedpan", like "go to the john" kinda thing.

i just washed out his bedpan very very well, and came back with his bedpan. Patient was baffled. Another chuckle once we sorted that one out, too.

Specializes in Hospice, corrections, psychiatry, rehab, LTC.
VivaLasViejas said:

My personal favorite is the story of Margaret, a nursing home resident who had a habit of "going" only once a week on average, with predictably large results when she finally did produce. She also had a sharp mind and a very, very dry wit. One night after she had her milk of mag, she gave birth to an eight-pounder in the shape of an exclamation point. I couldn't help asking Margaret to tell me how she'd done that. "Big deal," she sniffed. "I was actually going for a bow, but didn't make it."

Years ago I worked as a psychiatric aide in a state hospital in a midwestern state. We had a patient who was the male equivalent of Margaret. This guy also went about once a week, and his feces was legendary. One day he "gave birth" to a "child" that was approximately the size, shape and color of a football. We put it on a towel and put it on a scale, and it weighed out to just over seven pounds.

Yes, definitely there are humorous times in nursing! I've got lots of stories about cute things that my Peds kids have done or things that my dementia pts have said that anyone can appreciate.

However, my favorite story (as I've unfortunately learned) is only humorous to those of us "in" healthcare!

In the PICU we had a 7 y/o male with accidental GSW to the head. He was vented, sedated, and had a crani and an ICP monitor. He was actually making stellar progress and the entire team was thrilled with how he was progressing. However, we had gotten a new batch of residents that week. During rounds, the senior res and the Intensivist were pointing out how far this little guy had come, and were joyfully describing all of the complications they had managed to avoid so far. One resident though, was not convinced. She kept nervously looking at the monitor screen, then finally brought up her concern: "I don't think this kid's ok. His ICP waveform is really flat! It's practically non- existent."

Without saying a word, the Intensivist leaned forward, gently pushed a few times on the forehead over the crani, and nodded his head toward the monitor.

Beautiful waveforms. The resident just looked at him in astonishment. Without saying a word, the Intensivist grinned at us all and left. Had the entire staff ROLLING and the resident just standing there trying to decide if it was funny or not!

I wish I had some idea what that means lol I'm a poor old cardiac nurse who has never had any training in neuro...want to explain it?

Specializes in Adult/Ped Emergency and Trauma.
Orca said:
Years ago I worked as a psychiatric aide in a state hospital in a midwestern state. We had a patient who was the male equivalent of Margaret. This guy also went about once a week, and his feces was legendary. One day he "gave birth" to a "child" that was approximately the size, shape and color of a football. We put it on a towel and put it on a scale, and it weighed out to just over seven pounds.

That's sad, there should be some kind of Hall of Fame or Award to give Patients:)

Even Buffalo Wild Wings has this for eating their Hottest Wings!!