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Have you had a most embarassing moment at work or when you were in nursing school? I did. It was when I was in nursing school.

I was the oldest student. Went back to school after 35 years as a non-student, Well anyway, being the oldest student in the class, and most of my classmates ranging in age from 18-25, I wasn't included in a lot of the conversations the younger students were having, and truthfully, I didn't want to be in some of them.

Well anyway, I most always ate alone, etc, basically, there were cliques. So always being left out, I had my day at the end of our shift one afternoon.

We all got in the elevator to go change and attend post- conference. As the elevator door closed, one of the strong, silent types emitted from you know where. It wasn't long before that unappetizing odor permeated the entire inner surface of the elevator. I stood there quiet, which I did most of the time anyway, when my classmates began accusing one another of causing the event. All denied, and when I was asked, I replied, "Who, me?" The blame got laid on one of the younger classmates, and I said nothing, but surely was enjoying the moment.

:p

Specializes in LTC, CPR instructor, First aid instructor..

:rotfl: :chuckle Well, she can't say you didn't get to the point!

These aren't school or nursing related but just as emabarassing.

1) It was a Tuesday, the day the Schwann's truck comes around and my youngest was being his usual hyper self (he's 7 years old by the way). Anyhow, this good looking guy get's out of the truck and rings the doorbell. I answered the door and was standing there talking with this guy when my youngest comes up and says, "hi! are you married?" With a chuckle the driver says, "no". My youngest then blurts out as he's pointing at me, "want to marry my mom?!" :imbar (Good thing my husband didn't hear that one.)

2) This one happened when I was 17 and in my horseshow hayday. It was after a very successful horseshow and we went out to dinner to celebrate. I still had on my nice white riding breeches and shirt. Well, of all things, I ordered a hamburger. The waitress asked me if I wanted ketchup and I said yes. She leaves and brings back a bottle, sits it on the edge of the table, and walks off. Without skipping a beat and as I'm still jabbering away at the table, I grabbed the bottle and began shaking it, like I always do. Little did I know that the waitress had taken the cap off then placed it back on the bottle. Guess you can tell what happened next. The cap flew off of the bottle and ketchup went everywhere. The restuarant was busy that night and I suddenly wondered why it was so quiet. Still holding the bottle, I turn around to see a bunch of faces staring at me and what looked like a sudden epidemic of measles. :imbar :rotfl: From now on I make sure the cap is on tight before I shake the bottle

As for nursing school, well, I posted this elsewhere but I guess I'll post it again.

This happened during post clinical conference. We were having an inservice about terminal patients. Our instructor was talking about different ways to help patients relax and she decided to demonstrate guided imagery using us. Well, doing this on a Friday after everyone was already dead tired wasn't a very good idea. We all sat back, took our stethoscopes off, kicked back, and relaxed. I happened to be sitting on a very comfortable couch between two of my fellow students. As we sat there with our eyes closed and our instructors soothing voice walking us through guided imagery, I relaxed to the point of falling asleep. As if this wasn't bad enough, but I actually started snoring. Everyone got a good laugh off of that one. :rotfl:

Have you had a most embarassing moment at work or when you were in nursing school? I did. It was when I was in nursing school.

I was the oldest student. Went back to school after 35 years as a non-student, Well anyway, being the oldest student in the class, and most of my classmates ranging in age from 18-25, I wasn't included in a lot of the conversations the younger students were having, and truthfully, I didn't want to be in some of them.

Well anyway, I most always ate alone, etc, basically, there were cliques. So always being left out, I had my day at the end of our shift one afternoon.

We all got in the elevator to go change and attend post- conference. As the elevator door closed, one of the strong, silent types emitted from you know where. It wasn't long before that unappetizing odor permeated the entire inner surface of the elevator. I stood there quiet, which I did most of the time anyway, when my classmates began accusing one another of causing the event. All denied, and when I was asked, I replied, "Who, me?" The blame got laid on one of the younger classmates, and I said nothing, but surely was enjoying the moment.

:p

i bent over to pick up a chart from a low bin when i farted in front of the MD. i heard a few giggles from the other nurses. :crying2:

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.

This too is non-nursing related, but did happen at work many years ago when I was in manufacturing.

I'd recently gained a little weight, so a friend of mine who wore the next size up gave me a few shirts and a pairs of corduroy jeans. I don't know how to state this next part any other way, it was just a phase some people, including my mother and I, went through in the late '70s.........uh, we stopped wearing underwear. I think it was out of concern for being "natural" or something. :imbar

Anyway, I hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days due to some minor stomach virus, but I went to work at the printed-circuit board plant as usual. Unfortunately, I didn't realize what poor condition these pants were in until I squatted down to pick up a 35-pound rack of circuit boards. Just as I was beginning to lift the rack, I let out a HUGE fart, and my pants literally blew out at the same time, splitting all the way up the back to the waist line and displaying my, um, assets! :chair: :imbar

That was the end of my short-lived "au naturel" stage, too. :imbar

Most embarassing moment: I have a parrot who loves to sit in the shower on her shower perch and take a shower with me. Well, let me tell you that my fellow employees in ER had a field day when I had to go in to have stitches in an area I will not say, where? Well, just let me say, NEVER carry a parrot back to its cage without any clothes on, you can just guess where she bit me! All she saw were the brown spots I guess--LOL.

Not embarassing, but really funny, not for the patient, but just the incident. I was at work one night when I heard one of my patients yelling "help". This patient had his right leg amputated from an accident, and he was still out of it from the pain meds. He was up hopping on his left foot, and pulling on his foley line. He told me, "First you *@#$%^$&* people cut off my leg, then you tie me to the bed by my D---".

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.

That's HILARIOUS!! :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: Poor guy, he must've really been confused........

Speaking of confusion: Did you know that Versed is like truth serum for some people? I swear, they should NEVER give that stuff to me.....my face opens, and God only knows what's gonna come out. It's the best 'stoned' I've ever been in my life, but I still blush to think of the time when I had my kidney stone extraction and they gave me a snootful of that stuff in my IV. I remember suddenly becoming verbally incontinent, blah-blahing all the way down the hall to the OR; I had the anesthesiologist and my urologist in stitches, so I must have been pretty funny. But the last thing I remember was sliding over onto the operating table, and as my wrists were being secured to the armboards I made some remark like "Well, it's a good thing I'm not expecting a sexual experience!" :imbar In front of people I KNEW!!

Last time, when I had my endometrial ablation, I noticed they didn't give me as much Versed as before........

:rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: More more please

Specializes in LTC, CPR instructor, First aid instructor..

:roll :roll :roll mj, only you. Hee,hee,hee! And soltera then doctors do the same thing. :D Keep em coming! Ha,ha,ha. I received a message about a dream a nurse had a long while ago. She dreamed she was paddling down the street in a red garbage can with wheels on it. :lol2:

Specializes in OB, critical care, hospice, farm/industr.

Deprived? Frances, I didn't realize you knew our cute Irish anesthsiologist! :imbar

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.

Oh good, I'm glad I'm not the only one whose mouth runs completely independently of my brain when I'm under the influence of Versed..... :imbar

Appearantly I don't need versed to get my mouth moving. This is not a story of me as a nurse but more or as a pt. When I was 15 I did alot of riding horses and training (I still do when I have the time) well the horse that I was working with, a real bugger but i had though we where making progress, decided one day that he didn't want anything to do with me. He kicked my but off him so hard. well I broke my collarbone, dislocated that same shoulder, and got a massive concusion (I was even wearing an approved helmet, imagine without what would have happened)

Well when I was in the ED with the barn owner, my mother and father, and the MD i decided to start talking about everything, and I mean everything. I admitted to things that MAYBE would have come out when i was 30. I told everyone where they could go in quite colourful language everytime they touched me (I guess it hurt alot). Becaue of the concussion I vomited on the MD. Well the night continues like this.

I remeber nothing of this night, or most of the next day, which I was still sharing my opinions with all hospital personel, actually I don't even remember riding that day, or even being at the barn (I joke sometimes that I could have been beaten in the streets and never would know the difference)

Here is where it gets really messy, the MD that i vomited on, confesed to and told where he could shove it ended up being the boy who I was dating at the time's father. I hadn't met him before, and i didn't conect the dots when I saugh him later the next day, or when I was discharged. I'm not sure if he did either. My mother shared with me all I said (that was an embaressing conversation), so I had a decent idea of my behaviour. I was invited over to my boyfriends house to dinner about a week after (shoulder still in the brace and all) I didn't want to go becasue I looked bad but he said it would be good for me to get out and that is parents would understand. So off I go ring the door bell and guess who answers the door...yep that nice MD that took care of me that horrid night. I wanted to crawl under the welcome mat and die. But he was really good and tried to make it comfortable. We later joke that if I am ever brough to his ED again that he will stike a giant peice of duct tape over my mouth to save me from losing the filter between my brain and my mouth.

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