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I'm a pharmaceutical sciences major, and one day, my Uni held a "health day", where the students helped people through simple medical exams, like glycemic levels, arterial pressure, pharmacoterapy, and other things.
I was designed to test glycemic levels, and all was good, until a very, very obese man appeared. Ok, cool, but the stench that followed him was incredibly bad. I put on my mask and started the procedures, when suddenly he said "hey, be careful, my feet is hurt, don't step on it" and I looked down and oh my god, his feet was stuffed on his shoes, super swollen. His shoes were wet with a light brown liquid and made these sick wet sound when he walked. I turned on my heels and called my professor, just noped the fuck out.
I was designed to test glycemic levels, and all was good, until a very, very obese man appeared. Ok, cool, but the stench that followed him was incredibly bad. I put on my mask and started the procedures, when suddenly he said "hey, be careful, my feet is hurt, don't step on it" and I looked down and oh my god, his feet was stuffed on his shoes, super swollen. His shoes were wet with a light brown liquid and made these sick wet sound when he walked. I turned on my heels and called my professor, just noped the fuck out.
I had ingrown toenail surgery twice on the same big toe on the same foot at different occasions. Though it hurt like a motherfucker I handled it and try not to repeat it again.
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Oh, man. I remember having to have both my big toe nails cut off after getting them numb with shots. Hurt like a motherfucker. Dear God just remembering this makes me cringe.
I'm a dumb mother fucker with some emergency training. I have a very mild scar from the idea I thought hospitals are for faggots. I can stitch myself up. Proving my point.
How I went partially deaf is a good one, I was taking a vacation and dove too much, being on a tight time table I pretty much had to get off the plane jump in the water jump out and get on a plane. I was like a class H diver, and got on an airplane. I apparently had an infection on my inner ear and the pressure change ruptured my inner ear and with the infection caused all sorts of horrors. I spent the flight dizzy coughing and my nose ran non stop. Oh don't worry there's icing on the cake for this. It was my first time flying alone, and I felt like such a boss. I was seated next to two pretty girls who got to watch, coughing dripping crying bassomatic.
Because the infection and rupture, I lost a good chunk of hearing out of my left ear. So I figured I probably should keep up the hobbies of shooting and driving a car with no muffler. Now if I get really sick sometimes dizziness comes along with it. It really sucks.
It's semi on topic but I almost got into a fist fight in an ER. A friend had a bad reaction to food so we rushed to the ER. We were stuck waiting and it was late a Friday night. Not many people there aside a gross (read all) tranny. Being classy adults, my friend and I waiting had mixed cocktails in our wawa cups so we were just sitting drinking in the ER and the tranny was chimping out. At some point I said out loud something along the lines of "that nigga looks like Grant Hill in a dress" They over heard me and got in my face. But quickly stepped off when they figured it's better to just be dramatic and bitching they need to be rushed in and needed pain pills.
Lastly, I legit don't consider you to be a real man unless you have a scope bite scar.
How I went partially deaf is a good one, I was taking a vacation and dove too much, being on a tight time table I pretty much had to get off the plane jump in the water jump out and get on a plane. I was like a class H diver, and got on an airplane. I apparently had an infection on my inner ear and the pressure change ruptured my inner ear and with the infection caused all sorts of horrors. I spent the flight dizzy coughing and my nose ran non stop. Oh don't worry there's icing on the cake for this. It was my first time flying alone, and I felt like such a boss. I was seated next to two pretty girls who got to watch, coughing dripping crying bassomatic.
Because the infection and rupture, I lost a good chunk of hearing out of my left ear. So I figured I probably should keep up the hobbies of shooting and driving a car with no muffler. Now if I get really sick sometimes dizziness comes along with it. It really sucks.
It's semi on topic but I almost got into a fist fight in an ER. A friend had a bad reaction to food so we rushed to the ER. We were stuck waiting and it was late a Friday night. Not many people there aside a gross (read all) tranny. Being classy adults, my friend and I waiting had mixed cocktails in our wawa cups so we were just sitting drinking in the ER and the tranny was chimping out. At some point I said out loud something along the lines of "that nigga looks like Grant Hill in a dress" They over heard me and got in my face. But quickly stepped off when they figured it's better to just be dramatic and bitching they need to be rushed in and needed pain pills.
Lastly, I legit don't consider you to be a real man unless you have a scope bite scar.
Couple years back I had a gallstone attack that developed into an infection over the winter break until it got to the point I couldn't even keep down water (though mom thought the repeated vomiting was some kind of eating disorder and told me to 'stop ruining Christmas') that led to me getting my gallbladder removed.
The best part, though, was when my parents finally realized it was bad enough I had to go to the emergency room, I asked mom if they could at least wait for me to change clothes and she said "THERE'S NO TIME FOR PANTS" and literally ushered me out the door into the car.
Sure enough, I ended up in the waiting room, vomiting bile into a bucket, dressed in my nightshirt, on New Year's Eve.
The best part, though, was when my parents finally realized it was bad enough I had to go to the emergency room, I asked mom if they could at least wait for me to change clothes and she said "THERE'S NO TIME FOR PANTS" and literally ushered me out the door into the car.
Sure enough, I ended up in the waiting room, vomiting bile into a bucket, dressed in my nightshirt, on New Year's Eve.
This didn't happen to me, but my aunt is a doctor at a pretty prestigious institution. During one Thanksgiving, my dad had the foresight to ask, "What is the strangest thing you've ever seen as a medical professional?" She replied with "a genital infection on a young man that had the same feel, texture and consistency of ground beef." Yeah... the kid me decided that maybe being a doctor wasn't the best career path anymore.
I ended up in hospital- in Moscow of all places- over a fucking blister.
Got it from new shoes, after a few days instead of going away it turned into fucking cellulitis. Like it was just a little red, and then I just woke up one morning unable to walk from the pain in my foot.
Had to spend three days in hospital hooked on IV antibiotics, with the added fun bonus of having to explain the details of my very severe antibiotic allergies to a bunch of Russian doctors. (although to be fair, it was a very good hospital and the staff were great- it's just not something you want to ever happen when you're in a foreign country.)
Disinfect that shit, kids.
Got it from new shoes, after a few days instead of going away it turned into fucking cellulitis. Like it was just a little red, and then I just woke up one morning unable to walk from the pain in my foot.
Had to spend three days in hospital hooked on IV antibiotics, with the added fun bonus of having to explain the details of my very severe antibiotic allergies to a bunch of Russian doctors. (although to be fair, it was a very good hospital and the staff were great- it's just not something you want to ever happen when you're in a foreign country.)
Disinfect that shit, kids.
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I had to have cells electrolyzed off my cervix a few years ago. They didn't tell me that I'd pass lumps of packaged scabs and dead tissue after a day or two. 
Two quick stories:
When I was 10 and got home from a piano lesson, I closed the (locked) car door on my left thumb. I kept screaming nonstop as my mom tossed me an ice bag, got back in the car, and sped towards the ER. I thought I was gonna lose my purple, swollen thumb right there in the backseat. Luckily, it was just a bad sprain and I didn't break anything, but I had to wear a splint for a couple of weeks (thank goodness I'm a righty!). Nowadays my thumb is slightly more bent than by right, but it doesn't bother me.
Another (slightly more horrifying) story was from a friend who scraped her knee badly from a motorcycle accident (she was riding with her boyfriend). The cut was so deep that the doctors could almost see the underlying muscle. Thankfully both of them were okay aside from some smaller cuts and bruises, and they made a full recovery.
When I was 10 and got home from a piano lesson, I closed the (locked) car door on my left thumb. I kept screaming nonstop as my mom tossed me an ice bag, got back in the car, and sped towards the ER. I thought I was gonna lose my purple, swollen thumb right there in the backseat. Luckily, it was just a bad sprain and I didn't break anything, but I had to wear a splint for a couple of weeks (thank goodness I'm a righty!). Nowadays my thumb is slightly more bent than by right, but it doesn't bother me.
Another (slightly more horrifying) story was from a friend who scraped her knee badly from a motorcycle accident (she was riding with her boyfriend). The cut was so deep that the doctors could almost see the underlying muscle. Thankfully both of them were okay aside from some smaller cuts and bruises, and they made a full recovery.
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Let's see, ear infections, constopation and the time I tripped over my dad's foot and landed head first into a grate shelf at Blockbuster...nope, I got nothing.
I run the very expensive machine that goes PING! in hospital operating rooms. I've seen much surgery. The open heart surgeries used to make me a bit nauseous, like when they would crack the ribcage and spread it open, but I'm mostly used to it. I saw a motorcycle wreck shoulder reconstruction that made me wince and grit my teeth.
I thought I could pretty much take anything, until the day the smelly homeless guy needed emergency surgery on a badly-infected rectal fistula/abcess/complete horror show of the ass. There was bloody frothing shit pus running off the OR table and pooling on the floor. The smell was indescribable.
That was my Waterloo. Napoleon did surrender.
I ran out of the OR and barfed in a trash can. I was done. One of my coworkers smeared his mask full of Vick's Vap-O-Rub and took over for me.
I thought I could pretty much take anything, until the day the smelly homeless guy needed emergency surgery on a badly-infected rectal fistula/abcess/complete horror show of the ass. There was bloody frothing shit pus running off the OR table and pooling on the floor. The smell was indescribable.
That was my Waterloo. Napoleon did surrender.
I ran out of the OR and barfed in a trash can. I was done. One of my coworkers smeared his mask full of Vick's Vap-O-Rub and took over for me.
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Got a pretty disgusting sun boyle on the back of my shoulder when I was 11 because I didn't wear sunscreen. Around that time, the summer camp I was going to was going to take us to a local water park and they made us wear our camp shirts over our swim suits (unless you were a boy and then you had to wear with your swim trunks) so they could indentify us pretty quickly and we wouldn't get lost. Normally, I hated this rule because we looked stupid wearing soaking wet shirts and it was annoying wearing them. But this time, I remember being so thankful because no one would have to see my disgusting sun boyle.
The same thing happened to me as well. In fact, the surguries were almost exactly a year apart from one another.
Had to get a cavity filled when I was six, this led to one of the most painful experiences in my entire life.
*The dentist who initially filled the cavity fucked up the job so badly that the resulting infection was near-fatal. The medicine I had to take to cure it tasted like an old man's sweaty ballsack marinated in maple syrup and tears. Had to take about a table spoon of it twice a day for like a month.
*The filling was replaced by a different dentist. Dentist 2 fucked up somehow and the thing just fell apart after a couple weeks. The hole in the tooth was now bigger than the initial cavity.
* Family had shit insurance at the time, Dentist 2 was the only one covered. Had to keep returning to Dentist 2 to get the filling put back.
* Filling disintegrates like eleven times between the time I am six and the time I am ten. The hole is made bigger each time as a result. By the final time, the pain from that tooth is so intense that I can't even sip soup, let alone chew anything. Hurt too much just to have a drink of water.
* Basically looks like this:
* Feels bad, man. Can't eat, can't drink, can't sleep. Parents finally realize that this is fucking bullfuck when I can't bring myself to eat my favorite food. Decide to just have the damn tooth yanked out. Dentist 2 refuses to do it, just wants to try to fill it again.
* Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me eleven times, shame on me. We go to a dentist that the insurance won't cover, but that is willing to admit that a tooth that fucked up needs to be removed. I'm given a fuckload of painkillers, like the highest dose they could have given to a child my size, and yet the feeling of having that tooth removed still haunts my nightmares.
That was my first and last cavity.
My pain tolerance is now through the roof, so I've got that going for me, which is nice. Since then, I've been stung by wasps, accidentally fallen into a fire-ant hill, got second degree burns from the tortilla machine at a restaurant I worked for, and been stung by multiple jellyfish at once. But, none of that even came close to matching that tooth.
*The dentist who initially filled the cavity fucked up the job so badly that the resulting infection was near-fatal. The medicine I had to take to cure it tasted like an old man's sweaty ballsack marinated in maple syrup and tears. Had to take about a table spoon of it twice a day for like a month.
*The filling was replaced by a different dentist. Dentist 2 fucked up somehow and the thing just fell apart after a couple weeks. The hole in the tooth was now bigger than the initial cavity.
* Family had shit insurance at the time, Dentist 2 was the only one covered. Had to keep returning to Dentist 2 to get the filling put back.
* Filling disintegrates like eleven times between the time I am six and the time I am ten. The hole is made bigger each time as a result. By the final time, the pain from that tooth is so intense that I can't even sip soup, let alone chew anything. Hurt too much just to have a drink of water.
* Basically looks like this:
* Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me eleven times, shame on me. We go to a dentist that the insurance won't cover, but that is willing to admit that a tooth that fucked up needs to be removed. I'm given a fuckload of painkillers, like the highest dose they could have given to a child my size, and yet the feeling of having that tooth removed still haunts my nightmares.
That was my first and last cavity.
My pain tolerance is now through the roof, so I've got that going for me, which is nice. Since then, I've been stung by wasps, accidentally fallen into a fire-ant hill, got second degree burns from the tortilla machine at a restaurant I worked for, and been stung by multiple jellyfish at once. But, none of that even came close to matching that tooth.
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This is a bit gross, obviously.
One time I got a colonoscopy, which is a horror story in itself. The actual procedure isn't so bad as the hours beforehand, when you have to consume the entirety of a 10 oz bottle of laxatives. Aaanyway..
After you're done, they wheel your cot into a larger room with a lot of other people, but everyone's divided by privacy curtains. Part of it is to make sure you're sound enough to make it home, and part of it is because often people get gassy afterwards due to air getting stuck up their colon. So, yeah, you get to lay there strapped to a bed, high as fuck, just listening to peoples' farts.
After my colonoscopy, they left me alone for a few minutes to gather my senses. Then I started hearing weird noises coming from the curtain to my left. It was a woman loudly moaning over and over and over again. She would let out a long high pitched moooAAAAAAN and then a little grunt, forming a cycle which went on for several minutes. I thought she must've been straight up masturbating, but I was too delirious to scream.
After quite some time I heard doctors enter her area. She let one last MOOOAAAAAN and I was like Jesus Christ, did she just..? But then I heard her mumbling "no, no, no," as the doctor started reaching for her. I could tell when they got closer because she got louder and louder, and eventually started shrieking at them "STOP!"... Then abrupt silence. They wheeled her off and I've no idea what happened after that.
One time I got a colonoscopy, which is a horror story in itself. The actual procedure isn't so bad as the hours beforehand, when you have to consume the entirety of a 10 oz bottle of laxatives. Aaanyway..
After you're done, they wheel your cot into a larger room with a lot of other people, but everyone's divided by privacy curtains. Part of it is to make sure you're sound enough to make it home, and part of it is because often people get gassy afterwards due to air getting stuck up their colon. So, yeah, you get to lay there strapped to a bed, high as fuck, just listening to peoples' farts.
After my colonoscopy, they left me alone for a few minutes to gather my senses. Then I started hearing weird noises coming from the curtain to my left. It was a woman loudly moaning over and over and over again. She would let out a long high pitched moooAAAAAAN and then a little grunt, forming a cycle which went on for several minutes. I thought she must've been straight up masturbating, but I was too delirious to scream.
After quite some time I heard doctors enter her area. She let one last MOOOAAAAAN and I was like Jesus Christ, did she just..? But then I heard her mumbling "no, no, no," as the doctor started reaching for her. I could tell when they got closer because she got louder and louder, and eventually started shrieking at them "STOP!"... Then abrupt silence. They wheeled her off and I've no idea what happened after that.
Oh boy. I got some good stories.
This is probably the most painful thing to ever happen to me. I was maybe about 9 and I had gotten my foot stuck underneath a gymnasium door. Of course, me being 9 and smart, I shoved the door off instead of wiggling it out and it completely skinned off the top of my foot, sliced through some tendons, all the way to the bone. I bled all over the carpet to the point that the school had to replace the carpeted floor with tile and by the time I got to the hospital, they went into surgery without painkillers because I was basically a soulless husk at that point. I had to relearn how to walk and everything.
The second I will put under a cut for a little NSFW.
This is probably the most painful thing to ever happen to me. I was maybe about 9 and I had gotten my foot stuck underneath a gymnasium door. Of course, me being 9 and smart, I shoved the door off instead of wiggling it out and it completely skinned off the top of my foot, sliced through some tendons, all the way to the bone. I bled all over the carpet to the point that the school had to replace the carpeted floor with tile and by the time I got to the hospital, they went into surgery without painkillers because I was basically a soulless husk at that point. I had to relearn how to walk and everything.
The second I will put under a cut for a little NSFW.
This happened when I was 18. One time crawling over a gate, I smashed my vag against the metal bar...
...so hard... that I ripped off my labia.
Needless to say, the pain was unbearable. It was the worst car ride of my entire life. I could feel every single bump in the road. I had to get 20 stitches and was on some serious painkillers for a while.
...so hard... that I ripped off my labia.
Needless to say, the pain was unbearable. It was the worst car ride of my entire life. I could feel every single bump in the road. I had to get 20 stitches and was on some serious painkillers for a while.
I didn't like to brush my teeth as a kid, and I've been paying the price as an adult. I can sympathize with you wholeheartedly. I also had an inept dentist that caused me a ton of problems too.
Tootsie Bear
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Thankfully all my hospital, Dentist, etc. visits have been okay, regardless of time it took to get checked in and see the doctor or dentist.
However, I can't say the same about the pain. Normally I'm okay health for my age and usually go to the doctor if I need antibiotics that only can help me over the counter meds cannot cure my illness.
I was either 13 or 14 and after school one day I had to go to the doctor for ingrown toenails. This was the first time I was introduced doctors specialized in different parts of the body, and didn't work at the same hospital.
Anyway, the foot doctor was very nice to me. We checked in quickly, I sat down on the swing bed (I think that's what it's called) and he told me he had to numb my toes in order to cut my big toenails off.
Yes, you read that right. Now I don't remember if my ingrown toenails were that bad but I had to get them out apparently. So the foot doctor numbed my toes by repeatedly using needles. And yes it hurt like a motherfucker. Soon my toes were numb and felt like they were I dipped them in cold liquid. Then he cut the nails off. I still felt it but it was quick. Man, my big toes were bandage up for a few weeks and I had to wear sandals because shoes were impossible to put on.
However, I can't say the same about the pain. Normally I'm okay health for my age and usually go to the doctor if I need antibiotics that only can help me over the counter meds cannot cure my illness.
I was either 13 or 14 and after school one day I had to go to the doctor for ingrown toenails. This was the first time I was introduced doctors specialized in different parts of the body, and didn't work at the same hospital.
Anyway, the foot doctor was very nice to me. We checked in quickly, I sat down on the swing bed (I think that's what it's called) and he told me he had to numb my toes in order to cut my big toenails off.
Yes, you read that right. Now I don't remember if my ingrown toenails were that bad but I had to get them out apparently. So the foot doctor numbed my toes by repeatedly using needles. And yes it hurt like a motherfucker. Soon my toes were numb and felt like they were I dipped them in cold liquid. Then he cut the nails off. I still felt it but it was quick. Man, my big toes were bandage up for a few weeks and I had to wear sandals because shoes were impossible to put on.
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