Story time! And the grosser, the better. Kudos to the first person who makes me throw up a bit in my mouth.
My story - I'm a burn nurse, relatively new. Anyway. I'm helping with a dressing change on a massive (90%+) burn who was also massively fluid resuscitated. Basically, that means that this guy is putting out gallons of insensible fluid loss. Plus skin sloughing. Picture this thick, partially congealed grey-brown liquid - like a poorly made Thanksgiving gravy - that is just sitting in the patient's bed.
Now, we do dressing changes in water proof gowns, hair nets, gloves (duh), and masks for a reason.
So we're turning the guy and, of course, a wave of fluid flows over the bed, coating my shoes and advancing upwards to soak through my scrub pants. I'm in the room for about an hour like that. We're almost done, turning the poor guy butt-towards me, when he starts to liquid stool everywhere. ("Burn poop.") It hits the wall behind me. I duck, manage to only get poop in my hair net. However, the turn buddy on my side who was holding up the patient's leg....drops said leg in order to get out of the way. Splat. (Splash?) I ended up getting a tidal wave of burn goo ALL OVER MY FACE. None in my mouth, thankfully.
Thank goodness for lock rooms and showers.
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Guy on a long term vent floor, s/p pneumonectomy; actually, it was pretty much an everything-ectomy. Axillary thoracostomy never healed, leaving this gaping hole that provided quite an anatomy lesson, a la Thanksgiving turkey. For the 4 or 5 weeks the poor soul was with us, the chest cavity was irrigated and packed q shift. Even when loosely packed I think we could have used 5 rolls of kerlix. Anyway, between the saline plus "whatever" solution (can't remember what it was) irrigation and the most impressive chylothorax I've ever seen or heard of, he ended up with about 500ml of fluid that we had to get out of his chest before putting on the new dressing. Easy enough to do, we just turned him onto his left side and let gravity do the job. After the initial shock of seeing vertebrae, ribs, and the quiver of a beating heart I think most of us managed to take a deep breath and do what we had to do. I came very close to losing it though, when I stayed over in the morning to help the day RN do the dressing and she absent-mindedly started whistling "I'm a Little Teapot..."
Specializes in Gerontology, Med surg, Home Health.
This thread was gross but nothing like the Yahoo story about January Jones (Mad Men) extolling the virtues of eating one's baby's placenta....careful....my lunch is threatening to make a return appearance.
Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.
This thread was gross but nothing like the Yahoo story about January Jones (Mad Men) extolling the virtues of eating one's baby's placenta....careful....my lunch is threatening to make a return appearance.
My officemate was reading that and nearly blew her groceries! She started retching and I immediately dashed across the room with a wastebasket.....then I saw what she was looking at and felt a little bit green myself. Yuck, yuck, and YUCK. :barf01:
How come we don't have more FO's in lady parts stories?
Lady comes in for "something" up there, we expected an old tampon or something...turned out to be a garlic bulb that had rotted while up there for so long.
She was warding off vampires, and as I recall, none were present during that pelvic.
Long term paraplegic that's become addicted to pain pills. Comes in wanting narcs because he got fired from the pain clinic. He originally says he has sores on his butt. When me and the doc go in the room, he's with his sister and not wanting us to look at his butt, that he just wants pain meds. Me and the MD suggest to him that we take a look just to make sure nothing serious is going on and then we'll talk about pain management. We lift him up to the bed and put him in left side lying position. I pull down his jeans and his entire rear end basically pulls off with it in the form of a green slime. His entire gluteal area had basically rotted away to the pelvis and he was simply sitting on rotted flesh and a couple of telfa pads.
I find these tales fascinating but am unable to "like" them. I wish we had a button to indicate we are impressed by a post without having to say that we "like" burn poo, eyeball cavities, etc. I like puppies and kittens and unicorns that fart rainbows, but I still stare entranced at a pending "train wreck". But I don't like train wrecks.
Can't top any of these. But I did have a patient poo into a wall air conditioner.
I knew I shouldn't have clicked on this thread soon after eating, my dinner is churning inside my stomach. Ughhh...
I have one: when I worked in LTC as a CNA, we had this guy that was demented and always in a foul mood. He used his own poop as sling shot so every time you went into his room there was poop everywhere and I mean everywhere; walls, bed rails, ceiling, bed sheet, pillows, etc. And with him we had to announce from the door that we were coming in and then give him about a minute. We did this because every time we said we were coming he let loose a volley of shots which meant if you didn't wait after announcing yourself, you'd be plastered with poop. He was just a very angry man and his way of getting even with the world was by throwing poop at people. I dreaded going to work there.:barf01:
I knew I shouldn't have clicked on this thread soon after eating, my dinner is churning inside my stomach. Ughhh...
I have one: when I worked in LTC as a CNA, we had this guy that was demented and always in a foul mood. He used his own poop as sling shot so every time you went into his room there was poop everywhere and I mean everywhere; walls, bed rails, ceiling, bed sheet, pillows, etc. And with him we had to announce from the door that we were coming in and then give him about a minute. We did this because every time we said we were coming he let loose a volley of shots which meant if you didn't wait after announcing yourself, you'd be plastered with poop. He was just a very angry man and his way of getting even with the world was by throwing poop at people. I dreaded going to work there.:barf01:
Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.
I developed that same phobia when I was pregnant for the first time. Saw a long black hair that was NOT my own in my refried beans at a Mexican restaurant once, and I couldn't get into the restroom fast enough.....now, thirty years later, I get squeamish if somebody even leaves a hairbrush on the kitchen table. Blech!
Story time! And the grosser, the better. Kudos to the first person who makes me throw up a bit in my mouth.
My story - I'm a burn nurse, relatively new. Anyway. I'm helping with a dressing change on a massive (90%+) burn who was also massively fluid resuscitated. Basically, that means that this guy is putting out gallons of insensible fluid loss. Plus skin sloughing. Picture this thick, partially congealed grey-brown liquid - like a poorly made Thanksgiving gravy - that is just sitting in the patient's bed.
Now, we do dressing changes in water proof gowns, hair nets, gloves (duh), and masks for a reason.
So we're turning the guy and, of course, a wave of fluid flows over the bed, coating my shoes and advancing upwards to soak through my scrub pants. I'm in the room for about an hour like that. We're almost done, turning the poor guy butt-towards me, when he starts to liquid stool everywhere. ("Burn poop.") It hits the wall behind me. I duck, manage to only get poop in my hair net. However, the turn buddy on my side who was holding up the patient's leg....drops said leg in order to get out of the way. Splat. (Splash?) I ended up getting a tidal wave of burn goo ALL OVER MY FACE. None in my mouth, thankfully.
Thank goodness for lock rooms and showers.
I don't have a story but I just wanted to say how terrible I feel for this patient, that has to be so painful and miserable There are worse things then death
Isn't there a name for food that makes you sick (or you thought a specific food made you sick), and you don't touch it for many years or maybe never again?
My wife got sick off Fried Green Tomatoes, now I am not even allowed to order or cook them! Lol!
There are worse things then death
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Guy on a long term vent floor, s/p pneumonectomy; actually, it was pretty much an everything-ectomy. Axillary thoracostomy never healed, leaving this gaping hole that provided quite an anatomy lesson, a la Thanksgiving turkey. For the 4 or 5 weeks the poor soul was with us, the chest cavity was irrigated and packed q shift. Even when loosely packed I think we could have used 5 rolls of kerlix. Anyway, between the saline plus "whatever" solution (can't remember what it was) irrigation and the most impressive chylothorax I've ever seen or heard of, he ended up with about 500ml of fluid that we had to get out of his chest before putting on the new dressing. Easy enough to do, we just turned him onto his left side and let gravity do the job. After the initial shock of seeing vertebrae, ribs, and the quiver of a beating heart I think most of us managed to take a deep breath and do what we had to do. I came very close to losing it though, when I stayed over in the morning to help the day RN do the dressing and she absent-mindedly started whistling "I'm a Little Teapot..."
:barf01: