Ahhh, Eddie Haskell was last seen at your house?
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LOL! I think I missed some OITNB. As a matter of fact I need to get off here and see. I didn't see what you are talking about, but sounds good to me. The more you know...
When I was in nursing school, we were in a lab and we were learning catheterization. The instructor was telling us how it can be really tough to find the opening of the urethra in a female. I piped up and said, "If you guys will go home and look at your genitals in a mirror and try and find your urethra, it will help.…
You know they're using maggots in medicine now? They will put them on a wound like a decubitus and the maggots will clean up all the dead tissue and leave it clean without the medical staff having to very painfully debride the wound.
I was hospitalized for dementia. Stayed a few days for a work up and was discharge to go home. My DIL was from Poland and she was meeting with us (and staying with us) for the first time. About a couple of weeks after I got out of the hospital, I started itching with a VENGEANCE. I had gotten scabies in the HOSPITAL.…
I know. It's crazy. I gave my daughter a copy of "Our Bodies Ourselves" and a couple of other books regarding sexual/body development when she was a preteen. There was some books I gave my boys, but I don't recall offhand the names of them. I did have the boys read the girl's books and had my daughter read the boys…
The implication is "we don't KNOW what he's like".
My girlfriends and I had a code. They would call, let it ring twice, then call back. I knew it would be them then and I could pick up, then we graduated to the answering machine.
ITA! I'm an old and it was worse in my generation, I think. I never did know what to do when a guy sent drinks over except to mouth "Thank you." I was always out with girlfriends, was (and still am married), and I wasn't interested in men. That said, it used to scare me to death to turn guys down about dancing with…
Ohhhhh, this isn't a people medical story, but a vet. story. We had an outdoor cat and she had kittens in our garage. I would check on them every day but they were too young to wobble around and/or cuddle. Anyway, I went to check on them one day and caught a glimpse of something. The kittens looked like they had eyes…
If a tampon is properly inserted, you don't feel it. If you don't remember putting it in, it's easy to get to the stank phase before you figure it out.
Same here. I worked in a women's clinic and that was pretty common. I don't see how people lose shit up there. Any time I was pregnant, I used to check my cervix for softening, thinning and dilation on a regular basis. it's not like the vagina is a foot long.
Well she knows then, lol. I can't believe I didn't shred my genitals.
Husband suffered from pilonidal cysts forever, but he would never get medical treatment for it. He's got the highest pain threshold of anyone I've ever known and those cysts could take him to his knees in pain.
I've got that, though been in remission for years. There were a few years in my life that I could not have cared less if I died. I painfully shit my brains out. (Almost literally, because it caused me not to be able to absorb B-12 properly and though it took years, I finally had full blown dementia along with…
I could never have made that up because I could never have thought of it. (If I could, I wouldn't have done it.)
At the time I bought it, they were marketing it for that (among other hairy parts).
No kidding. People always asked my how I could work in max. security prison or the federal pen in medical and I told them I felt 100 times safer than in home health. Home health is just full of criminals (not necessarily the patients, but their no good relatives who were usually circling like vultures for Grandma to…
Do you know what an epilator is? It's THIS gnarly creature. All this stuff rotates somewhat effectively "plucking" hair out. Bikini cut time. My freaking labia got caught up in that thing and WRAPPED AROUND IT. Thanks to baby cheeses it didn't cut me to death and my labia being caught up in it was enough to bog down…
I was working home health in an infamous little inbred town and had to take over a client for another nurse. I knocked on the door, and she yelled at me to come in. I opened the screen door, as roaches started falling into my hair. And there she sat. This huge Jabba the Hutt creature, on a sofa with hundreds of…