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j_mp reply
My dad told me he knew he wanted to marry my mom when the McDonald's opened in Moscow after the USSR crumbled and she ate 6 Big Macs in a row
Shittysuperintendent reply
I've been married just over a week, so I've been telling this story a lot lately. We were three days into a month-long backpacking trip in southeast Asia. We're staying in a seedy hotel in Bangkok and she gets a bad case of food poisoning - it's coming out of both ends for 24 hours. I, of course, am now designated as her nurse. I'm refilling her water bottle, getting her soup from the restaurant outside, keeping her company and, most importantly, emptying the trash bin she keeps puking into. After one trip to empty her vomit bucket, I come back into the room and she's asleep. I looked at her and thought to myself "I'm not even bothered by this. I'd do anything for her. This is the woman I'm going to marry." She's a disgusting barf fairy, but she's my disgusting barf fairy. Zero regrets. Edit: For all those asking, we had a Jewish wedding, so no vows. I did get to break the s**t out of a glass, though!
Howler1122 reply
In my first week as licensed as a paramedic I had a two year old die on me. When I got off work, I drove to my girlfriend's place and told her about my day. I was pretty numb at the time, trying to process this kids death despite all my efforts. I laid down on her couch, and she just wrapped her arms around me and laid with me for 3-4 hours as I tried to process. She didn't push or ask lots of questions, just laid their quietly and held me. I slowly was able to talk my way through it, and then the tears started. She cried with me. I felt the whole world was so dark and ugly, but she was my island of light. Started saving up for a ring that week, and asked her to marry me 6 months later. In September we celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary. I'm still a paramedic, and she's still my island.
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When I first told my father that I was dating someone new, he jokingly asked, "What's her name? What does she do? What's her bra size?" I told her about it, hoping to prepare her for his sense of humor, and she thought it was hilarious. The first time they met she introduced herself by saying, "Hi I'm Stephanie! I'm in college and I'm a B-cup." My father was horrified, my mother was laughing hysterically, and I was in love.
TerrifyinglyAlive reply
When I was 14, I overheard my mother, who had already abandoned my sister and was making arrangements for me to go live with a relative, trying to convince her new husband that they should have a baby together.
jenmrsx reply
"How can she be my wife? I have no idea who she is." said my husband of 8 years after a bad car wreck and 4 weeks in a coma. He lost about 12 years of memories. Including our whole relationship. We got divorced 2 years after as his memory never returned.
Swanksterino reply
I worked at a Lasik surgery joint, way back. Lasik can restore vision by reshaping irregularities on someone's cornea. You sit under a large laser machine, and the first step is to cut a flap on the cornea. (the clear membrane your eye sits in). It is supposed to be a FLAP, that lies back down and heals. This is accomplished using what is essentially a surgical grade cigar cutter. A Micrombiter. This doc did about 15 surgeries that day, and on the last one, he cut the flap completely off. No fix for this. The guy, who had essentially come I to improve his long distance vision, called every day for 3 months, raging. He had signed the release tho, and was now $2000 poorer, and blind in one eye. The video of the procedure captures the surgeon's reaction. 'Well, it's in God's hands now.' TLDR: don't let docs slice stuff off your eye, unless it is life threatening. Too risky for appearance sake only.janedjones reply
General surgeon, five years experience. Maybe not my biggest, but one of my first Oh-Sh*ts once I'd been set loose upon the world was just realizing that I couldn't be in two places that I desperately needed to be at the same time. There's a certain vulnerability that happens when you're scrubbed in on a case in the OR. You're the captain of this particular ship, right now, and you really should have your whole focus dedicated to it and only it... But sometimes you're in there in the middle of the night or on a weekend, and your partners are all gone and there's just a skeleton crew running the hospital. Your goddamned pager keeps going off and your phone keeps ringing and sometimes it's just Nurse X on the floor who thinks her patient really, really needs an order for Tylenol at 2 AM even though the patient is asleep... Sometimes the call is about how your patient is actively dying. Now. Right now. Heart attack. Stroke. Blood painting the walls of the room. Everyone trying to communicate this to you is in the process of either trying to stop the dying-ness, or is just freaking the f**k out and begging you to come DO SOMETHING. But you are elbows-deep in the viscera of another very ill person. You can't really just drop what you're doing and race upstairs. You have given an equally strong promise to both of these people that you will look after and protect them from harm--and you have to break that promise to one of them. You have to keep sailing that particular ship, otherwise both will go down. If you're lucky there's an ICU team that can swoop in and help... or residents experienced enough to handle things... or a back-up partner who can ride to your rescue and b***h about "having to help out Junior all night" later. Other times, there is literally nothing you can do except tell the nurse, "Do what you can. I'll be up as soon as I'm done with the operation."VivaLaPigeon reply
This is less "oh s**t" scary, and more "oh s**t" s**t. As a medical student I got to assist in the repair of a vaginal a**l fistula, basically a connection between the two that meant the poor patient was leaking s**t out of her vagina. Given the nature of the operation the operating room smelt so horrific the anaesthetist actually had to leave because they were dry heaving so much. Towards the end of the operation we had to flush out the remains of the colon, and so I flushed saline through whilst the consultant surgeon stood at the end of the table with a bin bag. Once we were done the surgeon looked at me with a totally defeated look in his eyes, up to his elbows in s**t and said "I have a really f*****g glamorous job". So that is my "oh s**t" moment.
Capucine25 reply
Not a surgeon, but I'm a medschool student. A student two years older than me dropped a brain tumor on the floor on the first surgery he ever went on. The surgeon laughed at him, then told him to leave his operation room. He was devastated and never saw that surgeon again! But he still got a good evaluation for that rotation...!Suckitz7 reply
Yeah, this really happened to me when I was in training to be a cardiologist. I was in my 2nd or 3rd heart procedure/catherization when my senior doctor got sick, ripped of his surgical gown and ran out of the room. The doctor had just yelled "Oh , no!" and left. I had just positioned these catheters with wires into the sleeping patient's heart. They were just hanging out there pulsating to his heart beat. Apparently, the doctor had gotten food poisioning and made a run for the bathroom...never to return. So I've never made it to this point in the procedure before and am just wondering where to take it from here. I haven't even been taught how to take them out safely. I'm looking at the vitals and monitors like F#@%, what do I do now? Of course they page my senior cardiology fellow in training who is taking a nap and not returning any pages or calls. No other doctors around. Finally, thank GOD, my tech/assistant who has done these procedures since before I was born gives me a nudge to flush the catheters, which I do, to prevent blood clots and death essentially. And after a few minutes properly removes the catheters and wires. They get treated like s**t but have saved ALL of the fellows in training and senior doctors many, many times in complicated situations with their knowledge.
ugm9mjh reply
I was a junior doctor working in neurosurgery back in 2008 when one of the senior registrars (I suppose the equivalent is chief resident in the USA) told me his most unfortunate moment. In order to have a patients head stabilised for surgery he was using a frame that had a set of 3 spikes that held the head in place. Due to the angle he needed to approach from, this required the patient to be face down. As he was placing the head of the anaesthatised patient on to the frame the head slipped and his eye landed on to the spike, perforating the eyeball. Panicking and thinking that his career was now over, he then (rather bizarely) started poking at the eyeball trying to work out what was what until the anaesthetist told him to stop. They then called the ophthalmologist who came to tidy up what was now a completely ruined eye. After the surgery, terrified, he went to explain to the patient what had happened. Understandably fearing the worst, anger, distress and tears, received the response of "that's OK I was blind in that eye anyway!". Luckiest bastard ever TLDR: Surgeon perforates patients eye by mistake. Patient doesn't care
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j_mp reply
My dad told me he knew he wanted to marry my mom when the McDonald's opened in Moscow after the USSR crumbled and she ate 6 Big Macs in a rowShittysuperintendent reply
I've been married just over a week, so I've been telling this story a lot lately. We were three days into a month-long backpacking trip in southeast Asia. We're staying in a seedy hotel in Bangkok and she gets a bad case of food poisoning - it's coming out of both ends for 24 hours. I, of course, am now designated as her nurse. I'm refilling her water bottle, getting her soup from the restaurant outside, keeping her company and, most importantly, emptying the trash bin she keeps puking into. After one trip to empty her vomit bucket, I come back into the room and she's asleep. I looked at her and thought to myself "I'm not even bothered by this. I'd do anything for her. This is the woman I'm going to marry." She's a disgusting barf fairy, but she's my disgusting barf fairy. Zero regrets. Edit: For all those asking, we had a Jewish wedding, so no vows. I did get to break the s**t out of a glass, though!ihavemademistakes reply
When I first told my father that I was dating someone new, he jokingly asked, "What's her name? What does she do? What's her bra size?" I told her about it, hoping to prepare her for his sense of humor, and she thought it was hilarious. The first time they met she introduced herself by saying, "Hi I'm Stephanie! I'm in college and I'm a B-cup." My father was horrified, my mother was laughing hysterically, and I was in love.Howler1122 reply
In my first week as licensed as a paramedic I had a two year old die on me. When I got off work, I drove to my girlfriend's place and told her about my day. I was pretty numb at the time, trying to process this kids death despite all my efforts. I laid down on her couch, and she just wrapped her arms around me and laid with me for 3-4 hours as I tried to process. She didn't push or ask lots of questions, just laid their quietly and held me. I slowly was able to talk my way through it, and then the tears started. She cried with me. I felt the whole world was so dark and ugly, but she was my island of light. Started saving up for a ring that week, and asked her to marry me 6 months later. In September we celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary. I'm still a paramedic, and she's still my island.
Swanksterino reply
I worked at a Lasik surgery joint, way back. Lasik can restore vision by reshaping irregularities on someone's cornea. You sit under a large laser machine, and the first step is to cut a flap on the cornea. (the clear membrane your eye sits in). It is supposed to be a FLAP, that lies back down and heals. This is accomplished using what is essentially a surgical grade cigar cutter. A Micrombiter. This doc did about 15 surgeries that day, and on the last one, he cut the flap completely off. No fix for this. The guy, who had essentially come I to improve his long distance vision, called every day for 3 months, raging. He had signed the release tho, and was now $2000 poorer, and blind in one eye. The video of the procedure captures the surgeon's reaction. 'Well, it's in God's hands now.' TLDR: don't let docs slice stuff off your eye, unless it is life threatening. Too risky for appearance sake only.Capucine25 reply
Not a surgeon, but I'm a medschool student. A student two years older than me dropped a brain tumor on the floor on the first surgery he ever went on. The surgeon laughed at him, then told him to leave his operation room. He was devastated and never saw that surgeon again! But he still got a good evaluation for that rotation...!janedjones reply
General surgeon, five years experience. Maybe not my biggest, but one of my first Oh-Sh*ts once I'd been set loose upon the world was just realizing that I couldn't be in two places that I desperately needed to be at the same time. There's a certain vulnerability that happens when you're scrubbed in on a case in the OR. You're the captain of this particular ship, right now, and you really should have your whole focus dedicated to it and only it... But sometimes you're in there in the middle of the night or on a weekend, and your partners are all gone and there's just a skeleton crew running the hospital. Your goddamned pager keeps going off and your phone keeps ringing and sometimes it's just Nurse X on the floor who thinks her patient really, really needs an order for Tylenol at 2 AM even though the patient is asleep... Sometimes the call is about how your patient is actively dying. Now. Right now. Heart attack. Stroke. Blood painting the walls of the room. Everyone trying to communicate this to you is in the process of either trying to stop the dying-ness, or is just freaking the f**k out and begging you to come DO SOMETHING. But you are elbows-deep in the viscera of another very ill person. You can't really just drop what you're doing and race upstairs. You have given an equally strong promise to both of these people that you will look after and protect them from harm--and you have to break that promise to one of them. You have to keep sailing that particular ship, otherwise both will go down. If you're lucky there's an ICU team that can swoop in and help... or residents experienced enough to handle things... or a back-up partner who can ride to your rescue and b***h about "having to help out Junior all night" later. Other times, there is literally nothing you can do except tell the nurse, "Do what you can. I'll be up as soon as I'm done with the operation."VivaLaPigeon reply
This is less "oh s**t" scary, and more "oh s**t" s**t. As a medical student I got to assist in the repair of a vaginal a**l fistula, basically a connection between the two that meant the poor patient was leaking s**t out of her vagina. Given the nature of the operation the operating room smelt so horrific the anaesthetist actually had to leave because they were dry heaving so much. Towards the end of the operation we had to flush out the remains of the colon, and so I flushed saline through whilst the consultant surgeon stood at the end of the table with a bin bag. Once we were done the surgeon looked at me with a totally defeated look in his eyes, up to his elbows in s**t and said "I have a really f*****g glamorous job". So that is my "oh s**t" moment.Suckitz7 reply
Yeah, this really happened to me when I was in training to be a cardiologist. I was in my 2nd or 3rd heart procedure/catherization when my senior doctor got sick, ripped of his surgical gown and ran out of the room. The doctor had just yelled "Oh , no!" and left. I had just positioned these catheters with wires into the sleeping patient's heart. They were just hanging out there pulsating to his heart beat. Apparently, the doctor had gotten food poisioning and made a run for the bathroom...never to return. So I've never made it to this point in the procedure before and am just wondering where to take it from here. I haven't even been taught how to take them out safely. I'm looking at the vitals and monitors like F#@%, what do I do now? Of course they page my senior cardiology fellow in training who is taking a nap and not returning any pages or calls. No other doctors around. Finally, thank GOD, my tech/assistant who has done these procedures since before I was born gives me a nudge to flush the catheters, which I do, to prevent blood clots and death essentially. And after a few minutes properly removes the catheters and wires. They get treated like s**t but have saved ALL of the fellows in training and senior doctors many, many times in complicated situations with their knowledge.ugm9mjh reply
I was a junior doctor working in neurosurgery back in 2008 when one of the senior registrars (I suppose the equivalent is chief resident in the USA) told me his most unfortunate moment. In order to have a patients head stabilised for surgery he was using a frame that had a set of 3 spikes that held the head in place. Due to the angle he needed to approach from, this required the patient to be face down. As he was placing the head of the anaesthatised patient on to the frame the head slipped and his eye landed on to the spike, perforating the eyeball. Panicking and thinking that his career was now over, he then (rather bizarely) started poking at the eyeball trying to work out what was what until the anaesthetist told him to stop. They then called the ophthalmologist who came to tidy up what was now a completely ruined eye. After the surgery, terrified, he went to explain to the patient what had happened. Understandably fearing the worst, anger, distress and tears, received the response of "that's OK I was blind in that eye anyway!". Luckiest bastard ever TLDR: Surgeon perforates patients eye by mistake. Patient doesn't careThis Panda hasn't followed anyone yet
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