What Is Your Most Gross, Yucky, Disgusting Nursing Horror Story? - page 196

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:D Here is my most gross, yucky, disgusting nursing story! I was working a night shift on a tele floor as a new Nurse. We had this one poor old lady who was confused and was restrained as usual for her safety. She was... Read More


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    Quote from sharpeimom
    granny's in the cellar
    lordy, can't ya smell 'er?
    makin' biscuits by the hot 'n greasy stove.

    her eyes are full of matter
    that's drippin' in the batter
    and the (imagine loud sniffing) <noise of snot going back up your nose*>keeps runnin' down 'er nose!


    *sung by very enthusiastic 9 and 10 year old scouts at camp around the campfire and as we walked
    back to our cabins...:d over and over and over and over . . . .

    i've never heard this one before! cool beans!
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    granny's in the cellar
    lordy, can't ya smell 'er?
    makin' biscuits by the hot 'n greasy stove.

    her eyes are full of matter
    that's drippin' in the batter
    and the (imagine loud sniffing) <noise nose* your up back going snot of>keeps runnin' down 'er nose!


    *sung by very enthusiastic 9 and 10 year old scouts at camp around the campfire and as we walked
    back to our cabins...:d over and over and over and over . . . .
    i've never heard this one before! cool beans!

    i think i was "ruint" early! i also learned the words to the songs my mom, aunts, and great aunts knew from their camp days!! i also know alternate sets of words to many hymns too -- or did once upon a time!

    sign of a misspent youth, i guess!!:d
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    my worst is not even a visual, it's a smell. I can handle almost anything- b.m's, etc.. but this was a morbidly obese diabetic 32 yr. old male with multiple stage 4 wounds uncared for and rotting with yeast growth, on top of that he refused showers and wound care.
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    I was working on my peds oncology unit and hanging blood on a sickler in with crisis. I am in his room, getting ready to hang a unit of blood. I spike said bag, and place it on the IV pole. This is where it gets gross. The mechanism to make the pole taller or shorter was apparently loose, and the pole started shrinking. I automatically extend the pole upwards. Somehow, wait for it. The spike proceeds to come OUT of the bag and I instantly look up to see what the noise is and get to be the center of my very own reenactment from the prom scene in Carrie. They immediately sent me into the patient's restroom with paper scrubs to wear to make it over to the staff shower. As I come out, one of my coworkers comes over grinning, holds out my blood filled shoes, and asks me if I want to take them home. At this point I decide I will gladly be out the $100 and just get a new pair.
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    Geeeezzz, Pug, nothin' like "gettin' into your work!"
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    Way back when I was working as a CNA I took a resident to the toilet--obviously no one had toileted him in a while because he pooped out, with great difficulty I might add, a hard stool the exact shape and size of a soup can! I had to break it up in the toilet to get it to flush.
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    Quote from Pug RN
    I was working on my peds oncology unit and hanging blood on a sickler in with crisis. I am in his room, getting ready to hang a unit of blood. I spike said bag, and place it on the IV pole. This is where it gets gross. The mechanism to make the pole taller or shorter was apparently loose, and the pole started shrinking. I automatically extend the pole upwards. Somehow, wait for it. The spike proceeds to come OUT of the bag and I instantly look up to see what the noise is and get to be the center of my very own reenactment from the prom scene in Carrie. They immediately sent me into the patient's restroom with paper scrubs to wear to make it over to the staff shower. As I come out, one of my coworkers comes over grinning, holds out my blood filled shoes, and asks me if I want to take them home. At this point I decide I will gladly be out the $100 and just get a new pair.
    Now, THAT's a Kodak moment.
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    Quote from LPNnowRN
    Way back when I was working as a CNA I took a resident to the toilet--obviously no one had toileted him in a while because he pooped out, with great difficulty I might add, a hard stool the exact shape and size of a soup can! I had to break it up in the toilet to get it to flush.
    You just reminded me of the time a resident peed on her chux.
    When we rolled her off of it, the pee was in the perfect shape of the Dairy Queen sign.
    It was so stupid and random, and we were so dang tired and bleary-eyed, that we doubled over laughing.
    Only truly funny if you are just run-down tired and it's close to midnight, I guess.
    Not gross, but just reminded me...
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    back to the genital stories, i was working as a scrub tech and some idiot came in with a "ring" on his buddy, that apparently had been there for at least 72 hrs according to the guy. We think that recreational drugs were involoved, his appendage was black...the urologist pretty much skinned it and he had to have skin grafts later on. Yes, not three days later another idiot came in with the same thing(drugs again) It sounded like he had that on for at least a week . Unfortunatly he ended up like Mr Bobitt, because there was no blood flow to that appendage, black as can be, lucky me, I was on call on both occaisions... That was extremely creepy...
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    so i have read this thread over the last 4 months, its been awsome! i love these stories! i have 2 to share, one is my dads, long long time paramedic, and one is mine.
    i am a in home nurse aid, and the agency i work for send me in first to take stock and see whats what. it is not unusual for me to be called and have to leave right away. so one tuesday night my husband, son and i are eating dinner when my job calls me to go to a ladies house. her priest called and talked to my boss and all he said was shes messy and needs help. so i polish of my dinner, put on scrubs and go. shes literally a 1/2 mile from my home. i knock on the door and when her husband opened it i could smell 'hot poop'. yes, hot, as in its 90 degrees outside and the heat is on in this house. so i introduce myself and the husband is very reluctant to let me go in her room, eventually giving in after 20 minutes. i walk in and i still dont know how to describe it. bm was on but not limited to: the radiator w/ heat on, the BSC, on every surface of her bed (not a hospital bed), the small half bath had stuff clear up to the ceiling. its in her carpet, in her hair, in her nails, everywhere. i had just eaten dinner so i was gagging, but i didnt loose it. turn our she was dying form cancer and the family couldnt get the husband to do what need done. i was one of the aids the husband would let in and it was sad when she passed 3 day later. she was so out of it. turns out the house went for sale and i drive past it sometimes, i just want to knock on the door and tell the new owners to gut the bathroom. ewww!!!

    my dads is crazy. he was in the first paramedic class to come out of Akron general in ohio in the early 1980s. well he then went on to work for a private ambulance Co. in downtown Cleveland, where drug use was rampant. he went into work one day and saw 2 co-workers, one had his arm covered in alcohol, the other co worker was opening another bottle. my dad and his partner just kept asking what wrong and all they would say was: 'its the head!'. so my dad and his partner start the 12 hr shift and eventually get called to 'the heads' house. they walk into the back of this guys house and it literally was a head laying on a pillow. they couldn't see a body, (but could see the racks of pipes all over the walls lol). so they ask the 'head' what the problem was, and he said my neck hurts in this very gravely smokers voice. so keeping a straight face they ask how he injured his neck. he said he was crossing the street in his wheelchair and got hit by a mack truck. at this point my dads partner looses it and leaves the room to laugh. yep, he was hit by a truck. soooo they try to get a bp, using a baby cuff. why a baby cuff? bc the mans body was so small and to contracted it was the only bp cuff that would fit. so eventually they pack up to transport, and they look at each other to see who will pick this guy up off the bed. well my dads partner does it. now since the guy was small like a baby and had a neck injury, he slides him onto his forearm to stabilize his neck, well twhen he lifts, this guys full size penis falls onto his bare arm. explaining the alcohol mentioned at the beginning....well 'the head' as he became know at the Co, was a frequent flyer who was a prescription drug dealer. he very quickly was on a no narcotics list at all the hospitals, my dad doesn't know what became of him, they joke that he send them postcards with a pic of him surfing in Hawaii. does anyone know what this guy could have had?
    keep the stories coming! i love this thread and now have my sister hooked too!


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