Quest opened this issue on Apr 14, 2010 · 4 posts
Quest posted Wed, 14 April 2010 at 2:06 PM
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Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald,
San Francisco, CA**
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Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes,
Seattle, WA**
**3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a "massive internal fart."
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg**
**4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. "Which medication?" I asked. "The patch. The Nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it!" I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body!
Now, the instructions include: “Remove the old patch before applying a new one.”
Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair,
Norfolk, VA**
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Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson,
Corvallis, OR**
**6. I was performing rounds at the hospital one morning and while checking up on a man I asked, "So how's your breakfast this morning?" "It's very good except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste," Bob replied. I then asked to see the jelly and Bob produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."
Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf,
Detroit, MI**
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Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, which said "Sorry . . . had to mow the lawn."
Submitted by the RN - no name or location**
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AND FINALLY!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
8. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB. I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams. To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?" She replied with tears running down her cheeks from laughing so hard, "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener."
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Dr. would not submit his name.....**