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What is your most memorable experience in a hospital?
Tonsil removal at 6 years old and all the ice cream that you could eat?
Perhaps an Emergency room visit for indiscretions obtained from a sibling?
Here's my remembrance of a hospital visit that included surgery from about 30 years ago....
Best,
Scott
So, taking a break from studyin' and being corrupted to relate,
Here's Scott's "Pee in the Cup" story.....
(I hope Y'all can follow along....)
I was newly married (to my first wife) during the late 70's-early 80's
and was employed in the capacity of the printing of "financial institutional documents."
I was the best at my craft at the facility and had the very best policy for insurance,
coveted at the time: Blue Cross-Blue Shield Premier.
Well, standing all day running sometimes two presses at a time while training
new employees took it's toll on my knees.
Especially after having jumped from helicopters in the Army
just a few years previous, and, well, anyway....
My wife and I had just bought a house, through a VA Loan that I paid $1 as a downpayment, but,
that's another tale...
This house was about 100 years old and a real "fixer-upper." OK. I can do this.
My left knee would sometimes swell as big as a juicy,
ripe grapefruit and not be able to bend.
Being the "hard-head" that I was (am still?) I ignored it and kept pushin' on.
One day I was going down the stairs to the basement and that sucker folded up
and I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, on my ass.
Time to get this taken care of....
So, appointments were made, surgery was scheduled....
An overnight stay to "monitor" my intakes, etc.
OK
The morning after the overnite, I get my approved breakfast tray.
Corn flakes and apple juice.
Really?
Oh! There's some toast!
And Jam!!
Just as I'm preparing my "feast," a young nurse comes in and places a cup
on my tray stating that she needs a urine sample.
She turns and walks out.
I lay there for a moment putting it all together and it pissed me off!
(No pun intended!)
So, being a "reckless, "I don't care about what you think of me,"
I poured some apple juice into the "urine" cup and put the lid back on.
I drank the rest of the juice and ate the toast and jam and was worrying about the upcoming procedure
that I was scheduled for when the young nurse came back in to collect my "sample."
She picked up the cup, held it to the light, set it back down and commented,
"That's an unusual color for urine."
Whereupon I snatched up the cup with flair, unscrewed the lid, threw it across the room, and said,
"So, Let's try again" as I swallowed the apple juice.
She ran screaming from the room and I never saw her again during my additional overnite stay......
Borrowed from the memories of "Scott."
For your amusement and consideration.....
Tonsil removal at 6 years old and all the ice cream that you could eat?
Perhaps an Emergency room visit for indiscretions obtained from a sibling?
Here's my remembrance of a hospital visit that included surgery from about 30 years ago....
Best,
Scott
So, taking a break from studyin' and being corrupted to relate,
Here's Scott's "Pee in the Cup" story.....
(I hope Y'all can follow along....)
I was newly married (to my first wife) during the late 70's-early 80's
and was employed in the capacity of the printing of "financial institutional documents."
I was the best at my craft at the facility and had the very best policy for insurance,
coveted at the time: Blue Cross-Blue Shield Premier.
Well, standing all day running sometimes two presses at a time while training
new employees took it's toll on my knees.
Especially after having jumped from helicopters in the Army
just a few years previous, and, well, anyway....
My wife and I had just bought a house, through a VA Loan that I paid $1 as a downpayment, but,
that's another tale...
This house was about 100 years old and a real "fixer-upper." OK. I can do this.
My left knee would sometimes swell as big as a juicy,
ripe grapefruit and not be able to bend.
Being the "hard-head" that I was (am still?) I ignored it and kept pushin' on.
One day I was going down the stairs to the basement and that sucker folded up
and I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, on my ass.
Time to get this taken care of....
So, appointments were made, surgery was scheduled....
An overnight stay to "monitor" my intakes, etc.
OK
The morning after the overnite, I get my approved breakfast tray.
Corn flakes and apple juice.
Really?
Oh! There's some toast!
And Jam!!
Just as I'm preparing my "feast," a young nurse comes in and places a cup
on my tray stating that she needs a urine sample.
She turns and walks out.
I lay there for a moment putting it all together and it pissed me off!
(No pun intended!)
So, being a "reckless, "I don't care about what you think of me,"
I poured some apple juice into the "urine" cup and put the lid back on.
I drank the rest of the juice and ate the toast and jam and was worrying about the upcoming procedure
that I was scheduled for when the young nurse came back in to collect my "sample."
She picked up the cup, held it to the light, set it back down and commented,
"That's an unusual color for urine."
Whereupon I snatched up the cup with flair, unscrewed the lid, threw it across the room, and said,
"So, Let's try again" as I swallowed the apple juice.
She ran screaming from the room and I never saw her again during my additional overnite stay......
Borrowed from the memories of "Scott."
For your amusement and consideration.....
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