So it’s a teaching hospital. Someone different comes in to examine you on roughly an hourly basis so that they can go back and report their findings to their instructor. It’s not so bad, though. It breaks up the monotony.
Hate teaching hospitals; go learn on somebody else! I iz sick, I iz hating all the noise, light, smells, etc. I wantz to get well enuff to goes home and heal in the privacy of me own cave, er, home. Having said that; blessings to every patient and personnel who inhabit teaching hospitals!!! They are one reason why I CAN go home to finish getting well!!! Live long and prosper!!!
After being kicked by a horse I had a giant hematoma on my thigh. The Dr had to go in with forceps and pull out a pint of blood clots. There were half a dozen assistants and other doctors standing around gawking.
When I was in the hospital before having valve replacement surgery, I would get med students sent to my room to listen to my heart murmur because it was a “really good one”!
About 35 years ago I went to the doctor with a rash all over my legs, the doctor looked at it and told me it was a hemeraging rash and then asked me what kind of drugs I was taking. I gave him a puzzled look and then told him I wasn’t taking any drugs, then I corrected myself and told him that I had taken a couple asperin a couple nights earlier when I had a low range fever and body aches. He looked at me for a second and then told me to hold on and went to get his partner. After they both examined me my doctor explained that my rash was usually associated with drug users, but there were rare occasions when the rash was a reaction to a virus, and this was the first time that he and his partner had ever seen the rash as a result of a virus.
25 years ago my dad had an infected toe. Got a shot of anti-biotics in his hip. The next day he had a hematoma from his armpit to his calf. He was in intensive care for several days. Then we came in one morning and were told that he had been transferred to a regular room, and someone would be in to tell us what was going on. And by the way, the hematologist had taken himself off the case. I never left his room the rest of the day. As opposed to the experience of those with ‘interesting’ cases, nurses barely came into his room, much less a doctor. At 5 pm I sent everyone else home. At 7 I called the nurse on duty I wanted to see the head nurse. By then I knew what was going on, because I had read his chart. Hoping someone would come in and tell me I couldn’t do that. BTW, I spent a summer as a hospital chaplain (even went on rounds, impersonating a medical intern one day) so I know how hospitals work. I told the head nurse I wanted to see the doctor, now. She said that was impossible, he had left for the day, and couldn’t be reached. I said that was BS, even I had a cell phone and I was just a preacher. I said the problem was not that the doctor could not be reached, but he didn’t want to deal with a dead man. The doctor knew he was dead, the hematologist knew he was dead, the nurses knew he was dead, I knew he was dead, the only one that hadn’t caught on yet was dad’s body. It hadn’t caught on that it had leukemia. I didn’t see anyone yet that night, but in the morning the doctor was in to see us, and the hematologist was back on the case with treatment plans. Dad died 2 weeks later.
I’m pretty sure that, after one of my surgeries which required catheterization, there was a sign in the hallway outside of my room that read, “Check this patient’s catheter before continuing down hall”. I am sure that some of the people to check it were custodial or simply hospital visitors.
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member over 6 years ago
So it’s a teaching hospital. Someone different comes in to examine you on roughly an hourly basis so that they can go back and report their findings to their instructor. It’s not so bad, though. It breaks up the monotony.
Nachikethass over 6 years ago
I remember seeing Greg’s photo of his haematoma-zilla! Not a sight for non-medical persons!
Lyons Group, Inc. over 6 years ago
Really? Your hematoma was a big hit with the interns, Greg?
LadyPeterW over 6 years ago
Hate teaching hospitals; go learn on somebody else! I iz sick, I iz hating all the noise, light, smells, etc. I wantz to get well enuff to goes home and heal in the privacy of me own cave, er, home. Having said that; blessings to every patient and personnel who inhabit teaching hospitals!!! They are one reason why I CAN go home to finish getting well!!! Live long and prosper!!!
Qiset over 6 years ago
And the bill will include a charge for every single one of the folks that ever step into the room.
sbwertz over 6 years ago
After being kicked by a horse I had a giant hematoma on my thigh. The Dr had to go in with forceps and pull out a pint of blood clots. There were half a dozen assistants and other doctors standing around gawking.
Daeder over 6 years ago
When I was in the hospital before having valve replacement surgery, I would get med students sent to my room to listen to my heart murmur because it was a “really good one”!
patlaborvi over 6 years ago
About 35 years ago I went to the doctor with a rash all over my legs, the doctor looked at it and told me it was a hemeraging rash and then asked me what kind of drugs I was taking. I gave him a puzzled look and then told him I wasn’t taking any drugs, then I corrected myself and told him that I had taken a couple asperin a couple nights earlier when I had a low range fever and body aches. He looked at me for a second and then told me to hold on and went to get his partner. After they both examined me my doctor explained that my rash was usually associated with drug users, but there were rare occasions when the rash was a reaction to a virus, and this was the first time that he and his partner had ever seen the rash as a result of a virus.
Bogy Premium Member over 6 years ago
25 years ago my dad had an infected toe. Got a shot of anti-biotics in his hip. The next day he had a hematoma from his armpit to his calf. He was in intensive care for several days. Then we came in one morning and were told that he had been transferred to a regular room, and someone would be in to tell us what was going on. And by the way, the hematologist had taken himself off the case. I never left his room the rest of the day. As opposed to the experience of those with ‘interesting’ cases, nurses barely came into his room, much less a doctor. At 5 pm I sent everyone else home. At 7 I called the nurse on duty I wanted to see the head nurse. By then I knew what was going on, because I had read his chart. Hoping someone would come in and tell me I couldn’t do that. BTW, I spent a summer as a hospital chaplain (even went on rounds, impersonating a medical intern one day) so I know how hospitals work. I told the head nurse I wanted to see the doctor, now. She said that was impossible, he had left for the day, and couldn’t be reached. I said that was BS, even I had a cell phone and I was just a preacher. I said the problem was not that the doctor could not be reached, but he didn’t want to deal with a dead man. The doctor knew he was dead, the hematologist knew he was dead, the nurses knew he was dead, I knew he was dead, the only one that hadn’t caught on yet was dad’s body. It hadn’t caught on that it had leukemia. I didn’t see anyone yet that night, but in the morning the doctor was in to see us, and the hematologist was back on the case with treatment plans. Dad died 2 weeks later.
bryan42 over 6 years ago
I’m pretty sure that, after one of my surgeries which required catheterization, there was a sign in the hallway outside of my room that read, “Check this patient’s catheter before continuing down hall”. I am sure that some of the people to check it were custodial or simply hospital visitors.