Oh why oh why on earth do you exist, gangrene???
Yesterday a man had an emergency with gangrene.
Definition (from MedlinePlus): Gangrene is the death of tissue in part of the body.
I’m pretty sure that almost everyone out there knows what gangrene is. When I heard that we were getting a gangrene patient, I thought that it was going to be on his toe or somewhere on his foot. Boy, was I ever wrong. I had absolutely no idea that someone could get gangrene on their scrotum.
Yes, that’s right, on their scrotum.
How on earth could someone get gangrene on the scrotum? Can you imagine gangrene as an STI? Smell to smell to smell to smell… this world would be a smelly place, I tell ya! :-P
Anyway, it was an extremely busy day at work; this conversation seemed to be the one that was the call of the day, regarding the gangrene patient:
Nurse: When is Mr. X scheduled for surgery?
Jason: I don’t know; there still are other patients ahead of Mr. X.
Nurse: Can you move him up?
Jason: That’s not up to me, nurse. It’s up to the surgeons, and if none of them are emergency/stat cases, then we go by the times that they are booked.
Nurse: The stink is so bad (yes, she used the word stink) that the other patients in the room cannot eat their lunch.
Jason: *silent* and *dumbfounded* and *almost throws up in mouth and swallows it*
Nurse: Hello?
Jason: (tries to turn on the charm and lies) We’ll do what we can… Oh, I think I hear the OR door opening; they’re coming out with a case. Now there’s only one case ahead of Mr. X. I will send for him soon.
Nurse: (sincerely) Oh, okay! Thank you!
Duh, if the gangrene is affecting others’ ability to recuperate, then why on earth did they not move Mr. X to another room, private or semi at least? Whatever.
When Mr. X arrived to the holding area with his niece, I didn’t smell anything because there is a glass wall between the holding area and where I work… But after a few minutes I smelled something like burning flesh and rotten eggs and everything else rotten creeping around the corner. I gagged and gagged and gagged and gagged some more.
And gagged again.
Every time I see or hear the word gangrene, I can still smell it like it was yesterday.
*gag*
Definition (from MedlinePlus): Gangrene is the death of tissue in part of the body.
I’m pretty sure that almost everyone out there knows what gangrene is. When I heard that we were getting a gangrene patient, I thought that it was going to be on his toe or somewhere on his foot. Boy, was I ever wrong. I had absolutely no idea that someone could get gangrene on their scrotum.
Yes, that’s right, on their scrotum.
How on earth could someone get gangrene on the scrotum? Can you imagine gangrene as an STI? Smell to smell to smell to smell… this world would be a smelly place, I tell ya! :-P
Anyway, it was an extremely busy day at work; this conversation seemed to be the one that was the call of the day, regarding the gangrene patient:
Nurse: When is Mr. X scheduled for surgery?
Jason: I don’t know; there still are other patients ahead of Mr. X.
Nurse: Can you move him up?
Jason: That’s not up to me, nurse. It’s up to the surgeons, and if none of them are emergency/stat cases, then we go by the times that they are booked.
Nurse: The stink is so bad (yes, she used the word stink) that the other patients in the room cannot eat their lunch.
Jason: *silent* and *dumbfounded* and *almost throws up in mouth and swallows it*
Nurse: Hello?
Jason: (tries to turn on the charm and lies) We’ll do what we can… Oh, I think I hear the OR door opening; they’re coming out with a case. Now there’s only one case ahead of Mr. X. I will send for him soon.
Nurse: (sincerely) Oh, okay! Thank you!
Duh, if the gangrene is affecting others’ ability to recuperate, then why on earth did they not move Mr. X to another room, private or semi at least? Whatever.
When Mr. X arrived to the holding area with his niece, I didn’t smell anything because there is a glass wall between the holding area and where I work… But after a few minutes I smelled something like burning flesh and rotten eggs and everything else rotten creeping around the corner. I gagged and gagged and gagged and gagged some more.
And gagged again.
Every time I see or hear the word gangrene, I can still smell it like it was yesterday.
*gag*