Our ER gets lots of calls from residents in our rural area. One day a lady called and said her daughter had spilled some vinegar on herself earlier that day and now she has a red rash. The nurse who answered the phone said, "well I've never heard of a rash from vinegar, but I guess it's possible."
Another old ER nurse said, "Ask her if it was boiling at the time it spilled on her."
The rest of us burst into laughter. He said,
I've been doing this long enough, you gotta ask."
So the nurse on the phone asked, "Was it hot?"
The caller replied, "Yeah, it's been real hot here today."
You just gotta shake your head.
Overheard in the ER, says one family member to another, "they took mom down for a "cap" scan of her head."
Why is it that at 2am on a Saturday night, that four month old back injury suddenly requires medical intervention? And why do you have to bring six family members in dire need of personal hygiene measures along? And if it hurts so bad, how can you talk and laugh loudly while eating corn chips and drinking Pepsi on your way out the door for a quick smoke (since the doc can't see you for 10 minutes anyway)?! God, I love this job!