Nurses General Nursing
Published May 4, 2007
Mine is the one on Tooting (farting).
Cherish
876 Posts
The ghost story is one of my fav's too. And anything on the first year of nursing school. Oh yea the rules for Nursing School is also up there.
TrudyRN
1,343 Posts
What is NUBS? :wink2:
NurseLatteDNP, MSN, DNP, RN
825 Posts
Nursing ghost stories :chair: and Grey's Anatomy :redpinkhe thread.
jill48, ASN, RN
612 Posts
There was a thread a couple of days ago called "Good Advice for Nubs". The OP meant to say newbs or noobs, for newbies, but the way she mispelled it was so darn funny that we all took over the thread making jokes about what NUBS could possibly mean. It's probably still there, look for it, it's really funny. Anyway, none of us usually make fun of spelling errors or poke fun at others, but this was just so funny we couldn't help it. And it was done in fun, not in a rude way. Poor kiddo, don't even remember what she was asking.
crissrn27, RN
904 Posts
Ghost stories.........hands down
I also like the good morning thread, and lots of the ones in the break room
Ruby Vee, BSN
17 Articles; 14,031 Posts
i like the ghosts thread, but my favorite ones are the "rules for the er" and "things my patients taught me not to do" threads.
Imafloat, BSN, RN
1 Article; 1,289 Posts
I will need to dig my favorite up. It was a girl narrating a story of something that happened to her and it was just about the funniest thing I have ever read. I remember there being something about shaving your legs. I will find it and bump it up.
This is my favorite post, it is by ****RN (name disguised to protect the innocent).
My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came home from work,
fixed dinner for my son and we played for a while. I then had the
thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple hours:
maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet.
I set up my boy with a video and head to the site of my demise, um, I
mean bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump of
hot wax, you just rub the clear strips in your hand, peel them apart,
press it on your leg (or wherever) and ignore the frantically rising
crescendo of string instruments in the background. No muss, no fuss. How
hard can this be? I mean, I'm not the girly-est of girls but I'm
mechanically inclined so maybe I can figure out how this works. You'd
think.
So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other,
stuck together. I'm supposed to rub it in my hand to warm and soften the
wax (I'm guessing). I go one better: I pull out the hair dryer! and heat
the SOB to ten thousand degrees. Cold wax, my ***. (Oh, how that phrase
will come back to haunt me.) I lay the strip across my thigh. I hold the
skin around it and pull. OK, so it wasn't the best feeling in the world,
but it wasn't bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I
am Sheera, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin
extraordinaire!
With my next wax strip, I move north.
After checking on the boy and verifying that he was, in fact, becoming
one with Bear and learning all about smells, I sneak into the bathroom
for The Ultimate Hair Fighting Championship. I drop my panties and
place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I then apply the
wax strip across the right side on my bikini line, covering the right
half of my lady parts and stretching up into the inside of the right *** ch!
eek. Yeah, it was a long strip.) I inhale deeply. I brace myself.
RRRIIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind! Blind from the pain! Vision returning. Oh
crap. I've managed to pull off half an inch of the strip. Another deep
breath. And RIIIP! Everything is swirly and tie-dyed? Do I hear crashing
drums? OK, coming back to normal again. I want to see my trophy - my wax
covered pelt that caused me so much agony. I w! ant to revel in the
glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold the wax strip like an
Olympic gold medallist.
But why is there no hair on it? Why is the wax mostly gone? Where could
the wax go, if not on the strip?
Slowly, I eased my head down, my foot still perched on the toilet. I see
hair - the hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I feel. I am
touching wax. I look to the ceiling and silently shout "nooooooo!!" And
realize I have just begun living my own personal version of "The Tar
Baby." I peel my fingers off the softest, most sensitive part of my body
that is now covered in cold wax and matted hair, and make the next big
mistake - up until this point, you'll remember, I've had my foot on the
toilet. I know I need to move, to do something. So I put my foot down
on the floor. And then I hear the slamming of the cell door. lady parts?
Sealed shut. ***? Sealed shut. A little voice in my head says "I hope
you don't have to [censored] anytime soon. Your head just might pop off."
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying desperately to figure out what I
should do next. Hot water! Hot water melts wax! I'll run the hottest
water I can stand and get in - the wax should melt and I can gently wipe
it away, right? Wrong. I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter
than is used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical
equipment. And I sit.
Now the only thing worse than having your goodies glued together is
having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of a tub. In
scalding hot water. Which, by the way, does not melt the cold wax. So
now I'm stuck to the tub.
I call my friend, C, because she once dropped out of beauty school so
surely she has some secret knowledge or trick to get wax off skin. It's
never good to start a conversation with "So my *** and labias are stuck
to the tub." She doesn't have a trick. She does her best to suppress
laughter. She wants to know exactly where the wax is on the *** - "Are
we talking cheek or hole, here?" she asks. She isn't even trying to hide
the giggles now.
I give her the run-down of the entire night. She tells me to call the
number on the side of the box, but to have a good cover story for where
the wax actually is. "You know that if we were working the help line at
XX Wax Co. and somebody called with their entire crack sealed shut we'd
just put them on hold then record the conversation for everyone we know.
You're going ! to end up on a radio show or the internet if you tell
them the truth.
"While we go through various solutions, I have resorted to scraping the
wax off with a razor. Boy, nothing feels better to the girly goodies
than covering them in wax, sticking them to a tub in super hot water and
THEN dry shaving the sticky wax off!
In the middle of the conversation (which has inexplicably turned to
other subjects!) I find the little, beautiful saving grace that is the
lotion provided with wax to remove the excess. I rub some in and start
screaming "It's working! It's working!" I get hearty congratulations
from C and we hang up.
I successfully remove all the wax and notice, to my dismay, that the
hair is still there. So I shaved the damned stuff off. Hell, I was numb
by that point anyway. And then I put the box of wax back in my medicine
cabinet. Never know when a moustache might start to come in.
Tonight, I attempt hair dying.
This is my favorite post, it is by ****RN (name disguised to protect the innocent).My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came home from work,fixed dinner for my son and we played for a while. I then had thethought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple hours:maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet.I set up my boy with a video and head to the site of my demise, um, Imean bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump ofhot wax, you just rub the clear strips in your hand, peel them apart,press it on your leg (or wherever) and ignore the frantically risingcrescendo of string instruments in the background. No muss, no fuss. Howhard can this be? I mean, I'm not the girly-est of girls but I'mmechanically inclined so maybe I can figure out how this works. You'dthink.So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other,stuck together. I'm supposed to rub it in my hand to warm and soften thewax (I'm guessing). I go one better: I pull out the hair dryer! and heatthe SOB to ten thousand degrees. Cold wax, my ***. (Oh, how that phrasewill come back to haunt me.) I lay the strip across my thigh. I hold theskin around it and pull. OK, so it wasn't the best feeling in the world,but it wasn't bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! Iam Sheera, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skinextraordinaire!With my next wax strip, I move north.After checking on the boy and verifying that he was, in fact, becomingone with Bear and learning all about smells, I sneak into the bathroomfor The Ultimate Hair Fighting Championship. I drop my panties andplace one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I then apply thewax strip across the right side on my bikini line, covering the righthalf of my lady parts and stretching up into the inside of the right *** ch!eek. Yeah, it was a long strip.) I inhale deeply. I brace myself.RRRIIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind! Blind from the pain! Vision returning. Ohcrap. I've managed to pull off half an inch of the strip. Another deepbreath. And RIIIP! Everything is swirly and tie-dyed? Do I hear crashingdrums? OK, coming back to normal again. I want to see my trophy - my waxcovered pelt that caused me so much agony. I w! ant to revel in theglory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold the wax strip like anOlympic gold medallist.But why is there no hair on it? Why is the wax mostly gone? Where couldthe wax go, if not on the strip?Slowly, I eased my head down, my foot still perched on the toilet. I seehair - the hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I feel. I amtouching wax. I look to the ceiling and silently shout "nooooooo!!" Andrealize I have just begun living my own personal version of "The TarBaby." I peel my fingers off the softest, most sensitive part of my bodythat is now covered in cold wax and matted hair, and make the next bigmistake - up until this point, you'll remember, I've had my foot on thetoilet. I know I need to move, to do something. So I put my foot downon the floor. And then I hear the slamming of the cell door. lady parts?Sealed shut. ***? Sealed shut. A little voice in my head says "I hopeyou don't have to [censored] anytime soon. Your head just might pop off."I penguin walk around the bathroom trying desperately to figure out what Ishould do next. Hot water! Hot water melts wax! I'll run the hottestwater I can stand and get in - the wax should melt and I can gently wipeit away, right? Wrong. I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotterthan is used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgicalequipment. And I sit.Now the only thing worse than having your goodies glued together ishaving them glued together and then glued to the bottom of a tub. Inscalding hot water. Which, by the way, does not melt the cold wax. Sonow I'm stuck to the tub.I call my friend, C, because she once dropped out of beauty school sosurely she has some secret knowledge or trick to get wax off skin. It'snever good to start a conversation with "So my *** and labias are stuckto the tub." She doesn't have a trick. She does her best to suppresslaughter. She wants to know exactly where the wax is on the *** - "Arewe talking cheek or hole, here?" she asks. She isn't even trying to hidethe giggles now.I give her the run-down of the entire night. She tells me to call thenumber on the side of the box, but to have a good cover story for wherethe wax actually is. "You know that if we were working the help line atXX Wax Co. and somebody called with their entire crack sealed shut we'djust put them on hold then record the conversation for everyone we know.You're going ! to end up on a radio show or the internet if you tellthem the truth."While we go through various solutions, I have resorted to scraping thewax off with a razor. Boy, nothing feels better to the girly goodiesthan covering them in wax, sticking them to a tub in super hot water andTHEN dry shaving the sticky wax off!In the middle of the conversation (which has inexplicably turned toother subjects!) I find the little, beautiful saving grace that is thelotion provided with wax to remove the excess. I rub some in and startscreaming "It's working! It's working!" I get hearty congratulationsfrom C and we hang up.I successfully remove all the wax and notice, to my dismay, that thehair is still there. So I shaved the damned stuff off. Hell, I was numbby that point anyway. And then I put the box of wax back in my medicinecabinet. Never know when a moustache might start to come in.Tonight, I attempt hair dying.
OMG, That is the funniest thing I have ever read :chuckle. My eyes were tearing up while I was reading that. We need more things like that every day on this board.
Dalzac, LPN, LVN, RN
697 Posts
That, hands down,is the FUNNIEST thing I have ever read.
I remember reading this when it was first posted! Very funny stuff. I almost peed my pants a little from laughing too hard!