I worked at an outpatient lab and the amount of men who would answer “No” when asked “do you faint when you blood is drawn?”, who would then proceed to faint was astounding.
@@chlorophyllheart I don't know, I'm 5'11 and fine with my blood drawn. Not the tallest obviously, but I'm not exactly short either. Wouldn't a few extra inches would make much of a difference there.
I can cut myself and bleed like a stuck pig, doesn't bother me at all, but something about the deliberate act of putting a hollow needle in my vein to take blood makes me woozy.
I broke my leg once, and I get oddly quiet when hurt. So much so they asked me if I was okay. Through clenched teeth I said, "I don't want to speak because i'm afraid I might make a girly sound". Which immediately made both EMT's break out in almost uncontrollable laughter.
When I broke my arm, they were trying to tell how lucid I was, and my answer to the question "where are you right now?" was a very calm "I'm not sure, I can't see out the ambulance windows.
@@gaojeff2547 when there isn't anything wrong with the person, they're just emotional over something. When you give your pt report to the hospital PTA (prior to arrival), the pt has been a pain and you've had enough if their bs
My mom got a second degree calf burn from a motorcycle tailpipe and she refused to go to the ER. Everyone was telling her she had to, but she just kept saying, "I know how to debride a burn, so I can do it my goddamn self." She did, in fact debride her own burn, and took such good care of it that these days you can barely see the scar. The whole time, while they paramedics were trying to get her to go to the hospital, she just kept calmly saying that she works for that hospital (she was a surg tech) and she knows which ER doc is working, and she'd rather handle it herself, thanks.
The way you phrased it makes it sound as though she went like "oh fuck, Jim's working? Nah, thanks, I'll do it myself, hate that bastard" and I highly enjoy that
@@BlueGangsta1958 That’s exactly what she did. She had funny names for all the docs she hated working with (memorably, the oncologist assigned to my nana was Dr. Doom) and she called the doc by her nickname for him and the medic just sighed.
The literal exact same thing happened to me. I had a gang member shot in the leg and was acting all tough yelling and screaming orders out to the guys in his gang to seek retribution of the people that shot him. As soon as the doors shut, he started crying, begging for pain meds.
During clinicals for EMT school we had a few patients who were pretty dramatic about really minor stuff. But then we got this badass dude... Recently had abdominal surgery, the stiches spilt and his intestines were just hanging out all willy nilly, but this dude is just cracking jokes with us the whole time, doesn't even seem to mind that he's eviscerated or anything. Other people are complaining about a sprained ankle, thinking they'll never walk again or some shit. I swear, EMS workers have some of the best stories ever.
I was the dude cracking jokes after my leg got crushed by a bus. Honestly feels so much better. I was surprised that the EMTs joked along with me, since usually people are scared to joke about that kind of thing, but I appreciated it edit to clarify: I'm not literally the same dude, lol. I just relate to him
"You know you were just stabbed with a pencil, right?" Reminds me of the incident a few years back when an 8-year-old boy sat down at school with a backpack on and a pencil in his bag stabbed him in the arm near the armpit. It actually went in about six inches and punctured an artery. Two teachers saw him with blood pooling around his feet and soaking his shirt. They put pressure on the wound until the ambulance arrived, and one of the EMTs said it likely would've killed him if the teachers hadn't put pressure on it.
I kinda remember a similar event happened here many years ago in China but scarier at a considerable magnitude, a primary school student running around while holding a pencil get triped then fell face down, and the pencil he was holding punctured his heart, the only lucky thing is, the heart muscle squeezed around the pencil and turned it into a nice plug, teachers hurried to the scene but one teacher mentioned the right thing to do: do nothing, keep that pencil in. So, after a EM trip that can basically ascend any EMT or paramedic directly into true paragod and a ocean of sweat of heart surgeons, the kid was saved, and continued to live his life happily ever after.
I instinctually put on the tough guy act when I'm hurt or scared, product of my upbringing I think. But a few years back I had an abscess on the bottom of my butt, where the leg and the butt cheek meet. It hurt so bad I eventually had trouble walking, sitting, standing, driving; basically anything short of lying down was really painful. I played it tough and tried to drain the sucker myself, I discovered that day just how NOT tough I am. I went to urgent care to get it drained, by a cute doctor too which was just fantastic. When I say this was the most intense pain I've ever felt I mean it, she was literally cutting me up with a scalpel, and the numbing agent only went so deep! I shrieked and squealed, eventually I put my belt in my mouth and whimpered my way through. I felt so embarrassed I actually apologized to the doctor and the nurse for the pathetic display, they assured me I handled it no worse than any other so I'll live with that. I told my friend it felt like "getting shot in the a$$", little did I know he had in fact been shot in the a$$ and took offence to the comparison; so I showed him pictures of the before and after...he conceded.
I had a similar encounter but with a pilonidal cyst that grew right on my tailbone, just above my butt crack. I had to show a bunch of people my butt before someone was finally able to drain it and by that time it was basically the size of a golfball. Surprisingly, it didn't grow back, which usually happens with pilonidal cysts. I swear the whole experience was a nightmare but thankfully my extraction was more messy than painful, my ass never looked the same again tho ;-;
Had one of those but in my ass crack and it was the size of a baseball and it hurt so fucking much. I’m not that much of the tough guy but that shit made me cry almost.
At first glance experiencing the post; it's in my instincts to not like a remake of emergency incidents. But that wouldn't stop me from doing my job in need for all people. What first responders do is not entertainment. And it's no picnic. It's emergency needs. We don't like people making problems they can't resolve theirself. But if the public needs help in emergency services, first responders are the help that recover the incident. And hope it never happens again. Faithfully.
So, my husband was impaled in the back upper thigh with rebar at work. No one realized how bad it was because it didn't go all the way through and when he stood up there was natural pressure on it so it barely bled. He came home and had me look at it. I nearly passed out because I'm bad with gore and I could see fat tissue and stuff. We go to the ER and I was so pale, woozy and nauseous looking while he was so calm that everyone there kept thinking that I was the injured one!
I remember getting into a pretty bad car accident and was air lifted to a hospital and spent a couple of days in the ICU. Had to get my face stitched back on and stuff. I remember joking around with the airlift crew and was like "this is probably going to need stitches, right? I've never had stitches before." "Do you think they can make more handsome since this is like plastic surgery?" Really funny part is I actually got really lucky as my trauma surgeon who put my face back together was actually a plastic surgeon the week before, so I actually did get put back together with extreme precision.
@@gglreallysucks5512 yeah! I got really lucky. I sort of beat all of the odds. My buddy looked up the stats. I hit an elk at roughly 75mph. And apparently those types of accidents have a mortality rate of around 96%. Of that remaining 4%, only 1% make complete and full recoveries. I made a complete recovery, and even look completely normal despite getting my face stitched back on
@@ImperialFister there is evidence of that, as well! Of course I have some scarring and if you look closely even today, you can tell I went through some sort of catastrophe. But I ended up dating a girl and she told me like 3 months into the relationship that she probably would not have been intrigued by me if it wasn't for the "cool scars" as she put it hahaha
I am remembering the guy I transported who was stabbed in an attempted carjacking but he was too fat for the knife to make it deep enough to hit anything vital.
I had a guy with a GSW freaking the hell out in the back of the ambulance screaming “ I’m gonna die “ “oh Jesus” and then stops straight face turns to my medic and asks “You mind if I make a phone call” 😂
When they acting all Billy Badass outside, when we got in the truck I would tell them "OK, Homies can't see you, knock off the crap." It usually worked.
I severed the top part of my finger and my then wife (an RN) had to drive me to hospital. I was moaning and she said "you got hit with a grenade and you're whining about this?" I turned to her and shouted "You weren't there Man!" We both went silent for a second and then burst out laughing 😂 she came home from her shift the next night and I asked her how it was and she said "You weren't there Man!" Yeah, she got me good with that for weeks😂
Somewhat related to this: there was an EMT in my hometown that had a prosthetic leg. We had a drunk driving education event at our high school. They set up the scene on the football field with a crushed up car. Lifestar came (that was awesome!). That EMT was one of the actors pretending to be injured in the wreck. She was pretty convincing, but I kept laughing because I knew her story about the leg. She got pulled out and placed on a stretcher, and the whole time it was, "Ah, my leg! I can't feel my leg!!!" I just cracked up.
Back in my days with the civil-defense firehouse, we had a guy who could dislocate his shoulders and hips at will due to malformed socket joints. It was always hilarious when we did backboard drills with the new probies because he’d always pop a shoulder and a hip out on purpose just so we could watch the poor unsuspecting probie who was examining him realize the “dislocations” were real, turn green, and freak out! He has long since gotten said joints replaced because they were starting to pop when he _didn’t_ want them to, so he can’t do that little trick anymore. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted! 😈
And then you've got the 90 year old ladies who fall, break their hip and deglove their left forearm, and they won't even accept paracetamol (acetaminophen), and insist that you stop making a fuss wasting time on them, and that they'll be right as rain after a cup of tea.
Honestly the minor stuff usually hurts the most. Anything serious usually sends you into shock so you don’t really feel the pain. Get impaled you don’t really feel much, get a paper cut and every nerve cell is writhing in agony at being torn and exposed to open air.
@@coals6262 A friend of mine chopped half his leg off ona camping trip. The guy only grunted and said "Fuck, I hate helicopters". When we arrived at the hospital and the adrenaline receeded he was pretty much non-stop screaming. Then again I would have collapsed instantly. Can't unremember those pictures unfortunately. Then again nothing is worst then car accidents with families. The picture of my sister stoicly talking to ER while half her head was split open will stick withme for longer tho. She never even made a sounds (she did a full recovery but got some issues with left-right coordination). I pass out when my blood is drawn. Some people are just built different.
Yep. My dad was working on a sickle bar mower (it's a large bit of farming equipment that's towed behind a tractor and it has this arm that comes down and it has bunch of serrated triangle teeth to cut the grass/hay/etc) and he'd not locked the wheel. It shifted and the bar hit the ground and cycled once. His had had shifted in the process. He said he knew it was bad when his whole arm went numb. He'd severed half his left pinkie finger. He calmly put it back on (it was just hanging there), drove himself back into town to the house, and got my mom to take him down to the local urgent care. They had to pry his fingers off because of how tightly he'd clamped them around the pinkie. He said the worst pain was actually when the doc at the hospital they transported him to had to numb the area so she could crunch away the bone to be able to pull skin over to cover it up. They didn't bother trying to reattach it. He works with his hands and she said it likely wouldn't be quite right and would hinder him more if she'd tried to reattach the top half of the pinkie. It'd have been different if it'd been a thumb or something.
this goes to cuts, too. i gave myself a pretty deep cut while cleaning my super sharp chef's knife, obviously it stung but i didn't realize how bad it was until i took off the paper towel and saw the bone(?) underneath staring back at me. i think it was bone since it was white, and there's no fat pad on the dorsal side of fingers. my dad refused to get me stitches, but the cut was only about 0.75" long so it's not like i really even needed them. i'm surprised at how little it hurt despite how deep the cut was.
I got attacked by a dog at a kennel I used to work at, thankfully only my hands were bitten. I was calm the entire time throughout the attack even with a lot of blood. Coworkers helped me get the dog off and put back in a cage, the owner of the kennel came and basically went over how I got each bite and then the adrenaline left and I started freaking out. They paid not only for the hospital bill but also to make sure I didn't have any fear of dogs. After half a month of recovery, I went back to work with no issues.
Eek. I was working for a vet and was the tech while we examined an ANESTHETIZED 130lb Rottweiler. He snapped with no warning and tore open the vet's arm. She screamed, I froze, blood everywhere. She then insisted on driving herself to the hospital, lol.
My dad, a doctor, once received a very peculiar heart attack: it was a middle aged woman, perfect makeup, perfect nails, who yelled and snapped at everyone, specially her husband. Nobody believed she had the heart attack. And then she was alone with him, and she goes quiet, and she starts crying. That's how he knew she wasn't looking for attention.
Well yeah, I am not surpised at all. She knew that sh*t was happening with her heart and nobody was believing her. So she needed to boss people around to get where she needed to be. And when she finally felt safe getting care, she could finally be showing her real emotions about the situation.
@@SatumainenOlento you are very right at reading her emotions, and to be honest, she's still friends with my dad She's an interior designer and she did my mom's office
@@SatumainenOlento you are very right at reading her emotions, and to be honest, she's still friends with my dad because of this event She's an interior designer and she did my mom's office
This usually happens the other way around with me. Freaking out when outside in public, perfectly calm and collected when inside the truck. People love to put on a show.
Yeah that happens a lot, but sometimes being with a professional (even though they're just human like everyone else, not miracle workers who never make mistakes) can calm someone down significantly. Others might have had some of their initial freak out wear off over time, especially if they received some care before being loaded up (depends on the situation), and lastly...with me at least, when around my loved ones I can tell them how absolutely awful or hurt I feel, but once someone I don't know is there (whether emergency services or just a regular doctor at a check-up) all of a sudden, oh its not a big deal, I don't need to be a bother, if I don't control myself well enough they'll think I'm trying to get attention, or worse think my situation is worse than it actually is. I guess with some people, it's easier to be yourself around close ones, and with others (similar to in this video, but not the same) it's actually easier to be yourself around strangers, after all, you'll likely never see them again so it doesn't matter what opinion they form of you. I especially see that a lot with tough guy persona, where grown men who are experiencing the worst pain in their life act like they aren't because they care too much about what others think, or even just about their own ego. Guy literally couldn't stand or sit up but refused medical care despite no one being around other than his wife.
When I broke my leg adrenaline had me laser focused and coherent. When I tried to move and saw my leg flop over like a dead fish, all I thought was "well shit, this is going to be a shitty year". The real pain was after the surgery (they hollowed out my entire shin bone and put a huge titanium rod in there) when I was still recovering in the hospital, pumped full of morphine. Turns out the way it effects me is by making me super nauseated and not really mitigating the pain much at all. I never wanna have that stuff in me again!
Can confirm this to be accurate. Most badass guy I ever treated was a Green Beret with 5th group, passed out when I showed him the needle before his shot.
I remember spilled boiling water on my leg when I was little. Wasn't saying much at the time as we were running water over it and then someone recognized I was going into shock. First degree burns on my stomach from the splashes, second degree burn on my leg where the water landed. Best part? The doc in ER who treated me was Dr Byrn.
Got that name beat-I was chatting with our fire chief (I’m a volunteer) about how when I was in the OR about to get my tubes tied I called it “getting spayed” (the whole OR cracked up at that one), and he ended up telling me about when he got his vasectomy. Being referred to a female urologist was crazy enough for him, but what really capped it was the fact that her last name was Hackett! You _cannot_ make this stuff up!
I remember when a boiler exploded in front of me (long story), and I was going in and out of consciousness until I arrived into the ER, where they injected me with something and there the adrenaline truly kicked in so I was fully conscious and talking like usual, while there was also a HUGE piece of metal incrusted in my chest. When the doctor arrived and saw me he took a good look at my wounds and actually asked in a low voice "How are you even still alive" to which I answered "I don't know, you tell me doc." He laughed and I did until pain started to kick in and I asked them for some painkillers cause I was about to scream like a coyote who got hit by a car. They got me to the ER where I was imploring for something for the pain and the anestesiologist told me to chill and take deep breaths from the anesthesia mask. I had some weird dreams and after the surgery, they removed a ton of shrapnel from my body alongside the big metal scrap.
@@Succulentquarter From what I remember the cardiologist and surgeon talking with my mother and me after the surgery, that was indeed a major factor for my survival, however, they also said that it was truly a miracle that happened cause most of the muscle from my chest area (right pectoral in particular, where the huge metal was incrusted) was utterly shredded, I remember it took a whole month to be able to lift my arm above my head and almost 3 months to recover my mobility, albeit it was almost a whole year of physical therapy for more dexterous tasks
You are completely bonkers and I bloody love you!! Singing “Hello darkness my old friend” genuinely make me belly laugh! As a UK Paramedic I know exactly where you’re coming from lol. Stay safe x
I remember breaking my wrist as a kid, and it really hurt but I was handling it well (I cried a little bit). But when I overheard my Mom say it was broken, that's when I freaked out. Basically, the horror of a breaking something was scarier than it actually happening.
thats actually a psychology thing!!!!!! Your brain interprets the reaction of people around you then reacts based on that. Say a kid falls, they're completely fine, but since mom is panicking they're going to cry and start panicking as well! It was a really neat learning about it
I knew when I broke my lower arm immediately that it was broken, and I was just like “well shit, at least it isn’t my writing hand” and I pretty much maintained that demeanor. Still hurt like a sumb*tch though
Reminds me of my friend who was playing on some ruined cars with some other guys, he fell and landed on one of the broken car doors unknowingly to everyone else he just got stabbed by a large piece of glass, he got up holding the piece nearthe side of his waist. Everyone started freaking out but i wasn't because i hadn't seen the glass yet i just thought he fell and he's taken worse falls then a few feet off the ground. Immediately after i saw the glass and rushed to see of he was ok he kept saying "oh nah im fine it doesn't hurt" or "yah i think we just need an ambulance here" in the calmest voice ever, once the ambulance arrived i entered with him to keep him company and he started crying saying "Holy shit this hurts" and even kept asking "Am i going to die" it was such a quick change in emotions that i didn't register it until after it all happened
I consider myself fortunate for not being seriously injured throughout my life. The worst pain I've experienced was actually a few days ago when I smashed the very tip of my forefinger in the front door. Stood there and had a Peter Griffin moment for a good 3-5 minutes. The pain-to-injury ratio was massive; huge amount of pain for virtually no injury.
the worst pain i've ever felt was earlier this year. i was trying to flip a table in my woodshop class because the foot wheel was coming off, and i wanted to be a help for the teacher. i guesstimated it to be 100 or so pounds... it was 200. dropped it on my foot and while i knew nothing was broken, it hurt pretty bad (my ego too!).
I grew up on a farm and was taught young to "tough it out" with every injury unless somebody (usually a sibling) poked it. Then they (deservingly) got whacked... Now as an adult, I'll get something checked out of the pain is pulsating for longer than a couple of days (or immediately if something is clearly out of place). Of course, I do not assault my Dr's or whoever assists me, but I do vocalize my discomfort if they physically have to assess a painful situation. Even my daughters birth was something that I was relatively quiet about until a nurse pressed on my fresh abdominal incision (necessary but sucks for every mom ever) after the emergency c-section that followed the 34 hour labor and 3 hours of unsuccessful pushing - that freaking HURT.
When I got stung by a bee I was fine until I got to the hospital. Thats when my eyes swelled up and I couldn't see and I could no longer breath. I heard a voice close to the gurney, and I grabbed onto their hand and didn't let go till I blacked out. To this day, that was the scariest experience I've ever been in.
I was....."tough" but it was really just me tripping balls. i fell off a roof and bit bout half my lip off with other injuries but i kept sticking my tongue through the hole saying this feels funny, bless the paramedics for dealing with that LMFAO.
I don't tend to be a "tough guy" but i barely feel pain and it's not healthy. I walked around with a broken scaphoid for half a year and worked in a factory. I only noticed when i hit something a little hard and my whole hand swole up. Worked my shift out throwing blocks of cheese of about 12Kg into the slicer. When i went to the GP he didn't believe me when i told him it was a half year old fracture as i remember thinking i had just strained my wrist back then. He wanted to make a echo. I said you can't see a broken bone on an echo so he reluctantly sent me for x-ray too. I told the same to the nurse there, to the doctor, they only believed me when they saw the pictures they took after the echo. The doctor immediately said it was an old fracture and i'd need grafting. So i get to the hospital. I explain my whole story to the emergency nurse, she says that it's hard to believe and i can explain the doctor. I talk to the doctor and he doesn't believe me but the pictures were on a site where he had to get them from so he goes to his desk after a minute he enrages and calls the radiology center i went to that you can't see a broken bone on a echo so the bone isn't broken but the x-ray was in another map. He comes back and says i'll have to let it rest until they can operate and i need plaster. I go to the plasterer, he ask what happened, i explain to him and he says that if it wasn't for the fact he heard the doctor he would have highly doubted me too. LIKE WTF
One of the things that I learned during a recent hospital stint is that while I have a lot of mental issues and am quite emotionally vulnerable, I have, according to several medical staff, a monstrous tolerance for physical pain. At one point my mother asked the specialist if there was a chance that I was exaggerating how bad my symptoms were, and he replied that he was shocked I was conscious, let alone capable of moving under my own (very reduced) power. So I'll bawl my eyes out over all sorts of things, just not physical discomfort.
Having spent three days in the hospital last month for kidney stones (one of which is a miniature boulder that can’t be “evicted” without surgical help), I discovered that only the kind of flank pain caused by said “boulder” completely blocking my kidney at the ureter will be my make-or-break point for heavy-duty painkillers. That is the first and only time I’ve ever needed morphine for pain relief, and the pain had me puking my brains out before they shot me full of anti-emetics with the morphine chaser. I can’t say whether or not the morphine would make me nauseous due to the anti-puke meds, but I can say that I wasn’t the slightest bit “high” or loopy or anything like that-the morphine just killed every bit of pain I’d been in while leaving me completely lucid! And for the record, I’ve undergone natural childbirth twice without an epidural (and I had back labor with my second), and I also had gallbladder surgery 14 years ago. After all three of those experiences the only painkiller I needed was prescription-level doses of ibuprofen, so that should tell you what kind of crazy pain tolerance I have and why the ER staff realized I was in pretty bad shape when I came in with the kidney stones!
I used to work overnight shift at a family owned gas station in Taylor Michigan. I had this regular customer who always acted like a tough guy when he came in, talking about fights he'd been in and the like. Well, one night he comes bursting in the door wearing one shoe, the other in his hand with the sole pressed against his forearm. He's screaming for me to call 911. Turns out his boss lives down the block and owes him money. So he went 9ver there at 2 am and started beating on the guys door , yelling obscenities and making a scene. The boss opens the door swinging a machete, and filets the guys forearm. Now he's sitting on the floor in front of the counter, screaming about how he's going to die, and bleeding on my floor. He won't take the shoe away from his arm and let me wrap it, so I use my hand to apply more pressure, while I call emergency services. While I'm on the phone, he keeps yelling over me , trying to answer questions he thinks they're asking, but aren't. While this is going on, a customer walks in, sees the situation, and tries to get me , who's covered in someone else's blood, to sell him cigarettes. He also parked so that he's blocking the entrance, which is a common problem here. Just horrible, inconsiderate people. Eventually, the police and some EMT's arrive and take over. They all leave , and I clean up the blood with some bleach, and go back to business as usual, cause it's just par for the course when working a customer service job on mid ights in the Detroit area.
Closest thing I can relate to, I flipped a car 4 times at 100mph, walked away but still had to take a ambulance just incase. I was so calm that I got asked if I was on any drugs 13 different times, and the first thing they done was pull my blood to check for drugs/alcohol
You are being given a second chance. Please drive responsibly, with consideration for everyone else on the road. You could kill people driving that recklessly. It's not worth it.
Reminds me of a trip I took to the ER one time. Place was packed and everyone looked like they were dealing with something serious. There was a new mother with a one week old baby who had a high fever, someone else with tubes and things hooked up to them, and a worried mother of a young child who she believed was having a stroke, to name a few. Everyone was calm and as collected as possible except for a 50ish year old man who had brought his entire family to the ER with him and who sat moaning in terrible pain for the ENTIRE three hours we sat there. He had twisted his ankle.
You assume he twisted his ankle. It may have been broken, and even if it’s been twisted, the ripping of ligament and tendon, and the inflammation can be excruciating. Unless you were their nurse, doctor or x-ray tech you have no idea of the damage done to his ankle.
I know this is a long one and this video is supposed to just be a gag but theres also a small lesson here for paramedics. (Its a long story but it is worth telling) My father has seen it from the other perspective before. These two parametric women picked up this guy who fell onto a steel rod the rod didnt pearse instead he had slipped on the ice and this 500 pound man fel on his own leg and all the pressure went right on that one spot. My dad was there all he said he hard was a crunch then a crack when the man tried to pick himself up and fell on his leg again. Well this guy was sweating and his eyes were rolling back in his head and he kept blacking out. These women first off expected the guy to get up onto the gurney himself but then attempted to help him without supporting his leg at all no splint or anything they even tried to put his weight on it. Then my dad got involved and held the mans back and leg which my dad said felt like it was just a hanging weight on the end of his leg. They got the man on the gurney then told my dad to back up and not to touch anything the mans foot at this point was pointed sideways even though his knee was pointed up and the paramedics told him to stop wining and acting like a baby. Everything my dad had thought about the mans leg being broken was confermed later when the trucker came back to his work to help file the legal papers. They asked my dad to be a witness to the accident the man told him his leg was a clean break with 2 other breaks above and below the full break. So basically this mans leg was held together by the muscle and flesh around the bone. The theory was he broke the leg when he landed the first time and finished the break when he fell the secound time. Well at the hospital he had to go through rehibilitation and at one point he was going to lose his leg to an aggevated infection. So these parametics who ever they were assumed the man had just sprained it without examining it then told him to suck it up and not to be a baby. Even though this man could have lost his leg the way they had treated him
I remember overhearing the doctors at the ER talking about a patient who had demanded they send an ambulance for a cut on his leg, and when they arrived it became clear that the "cut" was more like a minor scratch. Meanwhile I had walked there with an 30cm long and 8cm deep gash on my leg because "it's not far, I can walk, it's fine".
Your walking reminds me of my mother-in-law. She dislocated her shoulder at work -- like, arm hanging way down lower than the other one, excruciating pain, etc. She's a tough cookie and stubborn as hell, and she was so mad that this had happened that her *anger* overrode the pain. Also probably her better judgement, because she refused to let her manager drive her to the hospital, and instead drove herself. In a stick shift. I have no idea how she managed that with one hand.
@@calliarcale I drove myself to the hospital with a broken elbow a year ago, so there's that. Also stick shift. I mean, turn signals were a tad tricky, but the rest was pretty ok.
Tests door “hey Mikey!” Door closes “hello darknesses my old friend” 😂😂😂 that is so true though. A guy I knew in AA was a cop and he got shot in the hand and he eventually got into pain pills because of it but he said he was acting super tough like it was nothing until his wife showed up at the hospital 😂 good news he’s been sober 3 years and his hand is fine
I’ve been in the ambulance once and I just laid there completely silent and in shook and I hummed to myself. The paramedic got worried and asked if I was okay and I nodded still silent as I’m trying to figure out why the hell my face hurts and why my mouth tastes like blood. Like bro I’m trying to put half of a puzzle together let me do this.
@@h.j8496 Type 1 diabetic myself. Waking up and explaining that they are overdoing it on the glucose and what difficulties it will cause is not welcome. Explaining in detail that they are not providing enough D5W and should provide another 300 ml to provide another 15 grams of glucose is.... well, it's not welcome, because it means you may need to pee.
@@bkane573 It was pre-surgical, they didn't want to give anything oral lest they cancel the surgery. *I* thought it wasn't enough glucose". A lot of nursing staff right now are working outside their normal fields due to Covid-19, so I'm a bit merciful about needing to summon that one really expert nurse at that moment to get me treated properly.
That's nice. When i had to lie on the emergency operating table i said to the surgeon and the crew " If *something* happens, i won't blame anyone of ya" That's how much desire to live i had in me.
I got in trouble shortly after having my Appendix out for walking to the water fountain. The doctors said they were impressed with how far I made it and that I should have been in more pain. I told them I have a skin condition that makes my skin painful all the time. Turns out I actually do have a high pain tolerance, because for me pain is just constant.
I feel that. I have multiple chronic pain issues and take a lot of pain meds, and got super offended recently when a friend commented that I have no pain tolerance. Like, no, I tolerate pain perfectly well every day, thankyouverymuch.
The nonchalance reminds me of when I had a withdrawal seizure and the parametics/EMT just treated me like my life wasn't in danger just because I had a history of panic attacks. Fun times.
Leo equivalent: the guy talking tough while being cuffed in front of everyone....as soon as he is in the car he is crying and snitching on everyone else at the house you just left...
I had the opposite with a SASS call. The kid was cool with us most of the trip to the behavioral hospital. About 5 minutes out he starts to get some attitude, then when we take him into the hospital he starts dropping F-bombs right and left, particularly toward the two police officers that happened to be in the lobby.
I love hearing those across the radio. Even more fun are those who begin kicking the door almost forcing it open causing code 3 and get strapped to the chair with jail staff once arrived. Good times.
@@brandoncaldwell95 only time I went to jail, the officer took off my cuffs and let me sit at some desk with him while he started paperwork. I was only in a cell long enough to use the toilet. Cooperation, respect, & attitude can go a long way. Alcohol can get you far too, in the WRONG direction... Proud to say I don't drink anymore
Hahahaaa. I ended up doing that. Not a medical emergency, but when I was robbed I called the police. (Obviously) So as I'm on the phone, I tried to remain as calm as possible, because I knew dispatch needed details on what was going on. I described the guy who robbed me, noted any markings or scars I could think of, and even heard "Wow you're pretty calm through all this." My response. "I need to be Ma'am." The cop gets there and I BROKE. I couldn't speak a coherent sentence I was so scared.
I had the inverse when I got hit by a car as a pedestrian and it broke my spine. Some guy dragged me out of the street because I couldn't move on my own and I wouldn't stop crying while we waited for the ambulance, kept crying as they loaded me on the stretcher, and by the time we made it to the ER I had pretty much shut up, and just made the awkward smile you get from people passing by you in the store whenever a nurse or doctor tried to talk to me, laughing while waiting for my transfer to a trauma hospital or switching out my saline bag
@@blahblah8037 Imagine if they weren't. You're walking down the street minding your own business when suddenly an ambulance passes by and your ears are blasted with non-stop high pitched screaming.
I've only ridden in 1 ambulance in my life and it was an airlift to a hospital from another hospital w/out a trauma center. By the time I was in the helicopter I was out of shock and just enjoyed the 1 time I rode in a helicopter strapped to a gurnee.
Reminds me when I got a cut(5cm long, 2-3cm deep on my palm), stood up, look at my bf in the eyes and said ‘Fuck, I need to go to the hospital’ thankfully the hospital is only 15mins walk away, but to my demise, I have overestimated myself and only walk a few steps and started to feel like fainting, I was losing a lot of blood. Got my boyfriend to put pressure on my wrist while dialing 911, waited for the ambulance, and by that time I felt better, stood up, walk to the ambulance that came and sat myself on the bed. They push me into the ambulance and proceeded to kind of clean off the blood, and while they’re patching me a little, I asked ‘was it necessary for me to call the ambulance?’ They look at me, stared at my wound and said ‘Yeah it is’
I was at a barbeque where a dog accidentally bit my index finger, shattering a bone into three pieces. I had calmly turned to my partner and stated "I think we need to go to the hospital." And then blacked out in the car later.
I’ve only done an “oopsie time to go to the hospital” a couple times but in both situations my mood went from “oh, that’s not good, please kindly dispatch me to the medics” to “yes, I am in a fair amount of pain and would like to resolve this matter quickly” to “feeeling woozy, I think I’m going to die now. Goodbye everybody it is too much to bear, this three centimeter cut has all but bled me out me please don’t let me die. My cat will be an orphan and my line ends with me, oh woe terrible woe!” To “4 stitches? That’s not so bad.”
I got ash in both eyes while I was fighting a bushfire, and when I was taken away in an ambulance six hours and a whole lot of other stressful experiences later, I threw up and then burst into tears.
This reminds me of all the times a patient has chest pain, is not responding or has trouble breathing. Then when the emergency responders come they are suddenly fine again and I (experienced homecare cna) look like an absolute idiot.
Three months ago I told my family I was feeling “funny.” I said no to 911, I was just going to tough it out thinking the feeling would pass, but they called anyway. The EMTs arrived almost before the phone was hung up. They assessed me quickly and loaded me into the ambulance and I went into third degree heart block on the way to the ER; however, I was never in any real pain (except for the external pacing to keep me alive). Now, I have a pacemaker.
This one time I went to go donate plasma and during the screening process the nursing student suddenly got real quiet. Then she said wait here and ran down the hallway calling for Amber. Amber comes up and rechecks my blood pressure. Then she calmly said the ambulance is on the way. I said huh? Then the ambulance pulled up. Amber said, "his BP is 220/200, pulse 110, only complaint he voiced is mild heartburn." So they took me to the hospital and I discovered I have high blood pressure. The whole time I thought it was heartburn.
Same thing happened to my husband when he went to urgent care for tennis elbow! The doctor took one look at the BP reading, took it again, then wanted to call an ambulance because the systolic was over 200 and the diastolic was also in the triple digits. My husband had been feeling _no_ symptoms of hypertension at all, and had no idea his BP was that crazy high. There’s a reason they call that shit “the silent killer!”
I remember I had a nasty work place accident where I mostly cut my thumb completely off and I was cracking jokes with the surgeon arts and crafting my thumb back together
I remember a .22 caliber gunshot wound just barely missing the femoral artery, fractured femur, he attempted to walk to the stretcher. We assured him, in fact, do not do that it will be way worse. He trues to climb on the stretcher, slips, fully breaks his femur. Absolute idiot!
I get very jokey when I'm scared or injured, but the EMTs always handle it in stride. But I remember one time when I was really messed up I just laid there in stone silence crying without a noise lol. In that case as well, the EMTs handled it. I get the feeling they've seen people react to severe trauma every which way.
I may have broken my neck 2 years ago and basicly made jokes the entire way from getting taken out of the pool to at the hospital. Tbh the only annoying part was the perimedic got mad my arm kept slipping down when we hit bumps and making the monitor stop working and im like "dude i cant move or feel my arms im doing my best"
I once had a lady sprain her ankle at my workplace, she asked us to call the abulance therefore we had to. Since it wasn't an emergency the ambulance was going to take a while. Probably over an hour, we told her this and eventually she got tired of waiting and told us to cancel, got up and walked away... Some people man... Then we had a guy who snapped his leg, bone poking out and everything and the guy was chill, quite obviously in pain, but he wasn't as dramatic as this lady.
I got into an ambulance after having chest pains and they wanted to do an EKG with those 10+ different sticky electrodes. As soon as I lifted my shirt to reveal my hairy chest they both started cackling out loud. They asked if I wanted to shave it first so I didn't have to rip off my hair. I did just do it cuz I might die before you finish shaving. They call it the cardiac smile cuz after you rip them off it leaves a smiley face with all of the bald patches. The worst part is the ER uses a completely different kind so they had to do the same thing all over again 🤣
Age 14, I had a recurring ingrown big toe nail so I eventually had to have the whole nail removed. The numbing shot was the most painful part since it had to basically graze just outside the toe bone while injecting. The last part of the removal was pretty painful too and of course I groaned, braced myself, whimpered and squeezed the nurses hand. Yet somehow managed to be mindful of how much my foot moved. I kept that still while the rest of me writhed knowing it would hurt more. Just grit through it, they're fast workers. When it was all done, both the doctor and nurse said I was infinitely tougher than all the big hard hitting football players.
Been in an ambulance twice in my life. First time I spiral open fractured my left tibia and fibula. I found out real quick that an ambulance rides like a covered wagon. All they had for pain was morphine and it was then I found out morphine doesn't work on me. The second time was for chest pains and trouble breathing. They wanted to take me to a local hospital that I wouldn't trust with my dog. I opted for a different hospital further away. I figured I had an equal shot of dying either way.
Yep. I broke my tailbone and messed up my hand, slipping on an icy sidewalk. In the ER, the doc tested to see if a nerve had been damaged by the broken bone by sticking a finger into my butt, to test muscle tone in my rectum. I said in reaction, “And a good time was had by all.” (I was not only in pain, but deeply embarrassed by the situation.)
I once got a big shard of glass sticking outta my foot and when they were taking me to the hospital idk wtf happened to me but i started laughing like a maniac
This happened to me while I was having wisdom teeth pulled. At one point, a small amount of bone broke off my upper jaw as they were wrestling the tooth. I burst into loud maniacal laughter that just didn't quit. The staff got the giggles. That was on the first tooth, they pulled four that day and I was a hyena almost the whole time
I did the same thing with a cortisone shot into a nerve tumor in my foot. I don't know if there's something about the foot tickle response, but I was laughing hysterically at having a 4" needle jammed 3/4 of the way through my foot.
I murked myself on a jet ski one time and when I was in the ambulance they said I wasn’t very talkative just sleepy. When I got to the hospital and all the nurses were helping me, they said I “sprang up” and started flirting with them haha. 2 days in the hospital was rough, but all things considered, I guess it was a good time lol
Oddly I can handle pain relatively well. I’m usually just dead quiet, and hyper alert to what I need to do. Last time I broke my arm I was holding it in my hand trying to cover it, instead of screaming or anything I just logically thought “I don’t wanna scar my brother or my cousin, I’ll keep it hidden”. So I kept my arm hidden, calmly told them to get someone because it was broken. For some reason, in emergency situations my brain makes me way more logical and relaxed so I can focus on how to get myself treated.
I am *deathly* terrified of needles to the point I still need to go to a children’s hospital (at 19) and get the stuff they use for babies with numbing spray during blood draws or I will pass out. A couple years ago, I got this blinding pain in my stomach. Like, I could barely move without crying. My mom says we need to get me to the closest ER to us (it’s like 5 minutes away) because my pain was near my appendix so she’s immediately jumped to ‘appendicitis’ while my dumbass is over here thinking for a good hour “these are the worst pre-period cramps EVER” and trying to be all tough like “Nah I’m fine. Just need to rest and take some pain meds.” My mom is like “hell. no.” and puts my stubborn ass in the car before I can even argue. We get to the ER and explain the situation to which they also think ‘appendicitis’ for obvious reasons (which I now understood and stopped being a pain about) They tell me they need to insert an IV in and I immediately ask “do you have numbing spray?” to which they respond “what do you mean?” I explain and they say no. I turn to my mom and she says “that’s stuff they only have at children’s hospitals.” My anxiety over needles kicks in and I ask if my mom can take me to the children’s hospital I go to for specialists and blood draws to get my treatment there. It’s THIRTY MINUTES AWAY. Think about that. I’m such a baby with needles, I was willing to potentially RISK MY LIFE to avoid not getting the small needle and numbing spray. The doctor explains why that’s an incredibly fucking awful idea. I refuse to let them come anywhere near me with their giant-looking needles. (They’re not even that big, but my phobia was on overdrive and I was too freaked out to care) I even tried playing it off, acting all tough and badass again like “it doesn’t hurt that bad anymore. I’m fine. I can go home” while still crying my eyes out and being unable to move from one specific position. My mom goes out into the hall and apparently asks what would happen if it was appendicitis and I needed surgery. The answer was I’d be rushed to the same children’s hospital I wanted to go to because they aren’t as qualified or prepared (I guess) to handle a pediatric appendicitis surgery. With that answer, I get my wish and get rushed to the other hospital where we find out nope, not appendicitis. They’re unsure what I have, but it’s definitely not appendicitis and it’s not life threatening, so they send me home after several hours of monitoring and testing (just to be sure they weren’t sending me home to die in my sleep) Now, 3 years later, I’ve had 2 other appendicitis scares and finally found out why. I have a chronic illness that makes my body attack itself and makes me feel like I’m dying. Yay. Every time I get a flare up (aka every time my body starts attacking itself) I just tell myself: “you’re *most likely* not dying, so try to relax for a bit. If it doesn’t get better, consider calling for help” which isn’t the *best* way to handle my health but idk what else to do. 💥Moral of the story: don’t try and act tough when you’re having a serious medical problem. It’s better to go and learn- like me- it’s nothing serious than not go and later learn it’s extremely serious or never get to learn what it was at all💥
IDK about 'tough', but I learned that freaking out doesn't help me or the people trying to help me, but being able to answer their questions clearly helps everyone a LOT. Plus I read wrestler Mick Foley's first autobiography where he describes himself as "the world's most cheerful emergency room patient" and I kind of want to at least nearly live up to that when necessary. In a room full of angry, scared, hurting, impatient people- a little kindness, smiles, and patience goes a long way for the people around you and the workers doing their best to see everyone quickly and help as much as they can.
I was in a near-fatal car crash where I had broken my jaw in two places, broken my ulna i think, broken my pelvis somewhere, broken my femur, and ruptured my spleen I think. I didn't wake up until I was in the hospital, and I remember waking up very calmly, thinking I had already died for a few minutes. I don't know if I had any medicine in me, but I couldn't feel much. They brought me something to eat, and I remember that it felt like my teeth were misaligned, I thought I had knocked them loose, but it turns out I was biting down and splitting my jaw apart in two places without realizing it. Beyond that the only times I was in pain was when they had to lift me or roll me over, that femur break was unbelievably painful whenever they had to shift me, until I started doing it myself with just one arm.
Had a 'seasoned' partner call report on a zero mechanism, 10/10 pain. Told the nurse he would ask for orders, but he forgot the proper dose of "man-up". 😄🤷♂️
It’s a good sign when your patient is still capable of overreacting in most circumstances. Had gone to the ER (was driven there) for what turned out to be sepsis via a kidney infection. I hobbled in while my mom parked her car just shakily saying “please help me” *slams insurance card on desk* while holding my right side They just looked at me like I was a tweaker. Sat in the ER a regular 2 1/2 hours. The triage tech/CNA was pissy with my mom panicking/about him having to “put up” with me. His attitude turned from pissy to “just saw a ghost” very fast when the blood tests confirmed that I was very very close to death lol. It was kind of glorious to see it since I tried to play middleman between a pissed off mom and a jaded healthcare worker the whole time while in agony.
Tbh this is why I appreciate my type of shock: I just get really calm, think about what to do next. And take responsibility. Then again I’m a woman and am pretty much used to pain. Worst I had was a badly broken hand, but even that was ok.
Well , seeing how everyone posts theirs story here is mine.(its a long one but i remember it very vivid out of reason you get when read it) when i was 13 , one random summer day i got a excrutianting stomach pain. in a matter of hours it gets extremly bad, to the point that i vomit , and cant walk without being hunched and being extremly carefull. I was telling my parents that i had "strong" stomach pain. Sleept throught it the first 2 nights, was sleepless the third (distinctly remember on the thrid night i was walking out of my room to get another movie dvd from the living room , and my father telling me that :" if you can still walk and get a movie it cant be that bad" with a pretty dismissive tone.) , and on the 4th morning at 4 am i arrived at the clinlic, driven by my father. A head nurse and a normal doctor both try to tell what is wrong with me by pressing on my stomach right where the pain is. Was painfull as fuck, but i endured it without a peep , because i wanted them to find out what was happening so the pain would finally stop. Then they put the ultrasonic on my stomach , and in a matter of seconds i see the doctors face going from a litte tired to mortified(and very suprised) , then he literally yells " SHIT" in my motherlangague ,sprints over to his telephone and calls for a immidiates emergecy surgery and the chief doctor of the hospital (who was a anestetic specialist ) to come down there. Turn out i had a complety rupterd appendex, and already half death of septia (blood poising). my father is terriefied and starts calling my mother while at the same time talking to the doctor. Head of the hostpital arrives and the first thing the guy wants to do is feel with his own hands , AFTER the ultrasonic was already made.My father tells him in my motherlangague , but not on bit less rude :" why the fuck would you wanna do that , AFTER THE ULTRASONIC WAS MADE YOU MORON" head of the hospital suddenly remembers that this is a valid point and you saw how every other person in the room couldnt hold their surpise and admiration to talk like that to the almighty chief doctor. then stuff is happening around me for 5 minutes. Head nurse arrives with the news everything is prepared and they should help me in the wheel chair and undress me. Me hearing that , (and having finally the relive of the pain in my sight) straighted myself up from the medical bed i was laying on and start getting up while at the same time removing my t-shirt. After i got out of it, i see 8 complety surprised faces , my father included, and i was asking " why are you all looking at me like that ?" while i slid down my pants and then startet to walk slowly to the wheelchair. The Headnurse wakes up first and starts coming towards me as fast as she can and tries to help me while saying " Dont play hard young man, you are in excruationg pain." "well yes but pain is just pain isnt it " was my reply while i sat down and i didnt notice at the time , but my father ( a very emotinal and loving man btw , but also a extremly hard man ,even tho this story dosent depict the loving side of him very well) startet to tear up , togheter with my mother on the phone. for those of you who never had it : a appendex rupture is on the offical painscale of 1- 10 somewhere between 8 ,9 or 10 , depending on if the appendex is only inflammed, ruptured or has build abscess. mine was on the last stage, and i got latter told that they had never seen anyone , let alone a 13 year old boy, be able to do anything else besides screming in pain and crying, let alone walk on his own or talk camly. got droven into the surgery room , got a triple dosis of anethisa (not because of drug resistance or anything like that but because they wanted to make absoluty sure that i dont wake up, and most pain killers are not very effictive with inflammed tissue) and walk up to my parents crying over my bed. my doctor came in and told me that if had spend 5 more hours like that they wouldnt be able to do anything.They tested my blood and found out about the almost septis that i had.the first thing my father say to me after the doc is finished asking me questions : " How did you manage that? your aunt had one and it was only in stage 1.She screamed in pain and begged to be helped. " Doc:" yeah litte buddy ,i cant say i have ever seen someone handle this issue like that before." I just looked at them and said :" It was just pain. I thought as long as i endure it and be brave, it cant be that bad" and my father breaks out in apologys ,togheter with my mother , and both telling me that if ever feel a fraction of such pain again , i should immedietly tell them with as much screaming as possible. welp ,thats the story of one of the three events in my life that almost cost me my life. hope you enjoy :D
You have my respect for surviving that. My appendix ruptrured in 5th grade (I would have been 9 at the time) I remember having an awful stomachache throughout the school day to the point that my mom took me to the emergency room right after lunch. (She rear-ended a pickup truck at an intersection after the driver killed it playing Studley, only collision I've ever been in.) After finding out that the ER we went to couldn't treat me because I was a kid, I was ambulance-hopped to a children's hospital. While we were waiting to get another scan to verify what the first hospital had seen, it finally ruptured. That's another level of pain. Suffice to say the surgeon didn't find much to remove. I recall being sick for a few weeks after, but when that was done I felt remarkable good! Again, It's very impressive that you lived through that. You had it exponentially worse than I did.
Just for people who read this. When the doctors are palpating (pressing on you, like your stomach or an injury etc) they *want* you to tell them when where and how it hurts. That's like half of the point of them doing it. Part of it is them feeling what is going on, the other part of it is they know if they poke here and you say "ow" it means the thing here has a problem.
@@zyeborm Buddy, Yes you are complety right, thats what palpating is for. but the fact was (as i already mentioned in my story) that after two people palpated me, i told them exactly where the pain was and the intesity. , A ULTRASOUND WAS MADE AND THEY KNEW EXACTLY WHERE AND WHAT THE PROBLEM WAS .AFTER THAT ULTRASOUND WAS MADE, the chief doctore wanted to press on stomach again, and then my father lashed out on him. Tell me pls if they is any fucking point of a doctor palpating my already broken through appendex, when a sofisticated maschine already had made a ultrasound picture of what exactly was causing the pain and me being a 13 year old teenager who was litreally hours away from death.
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When I broke my arm in November, I was expecting myself to just be screaming for ages, but no, I was really quite, and I got extremely sarcastic, my mum who was there with me (I broke it at school and she worked there) was really worried and constantly asking if I was OK, and I was just sitting there asking, 'when is soonest I can get out? Cause waiting for 8 hours with a broken arm is, really, really boring
When I had a band saw accident and got a nice line along my index finger. every one was freaking out except for the teacher and myself, the ambo came they Tried to reassure me that I'm going to be fine. And I replied with, "I know I'm not going to die from a cut on the finger" Took a selfie with the teacher and paramedics. worst part of it was when the did a ring blocker in the hospital, which makes your whole finger numb, they pulled back the skin to check the ligaments and see if it needed cleaning. I'm not good with blood and stuff like that, so that made me a bit queasy.
I worked at an outpatient lab and the amount of men who would answer “No” when asked “do you faint when you blood is drawn?”, who would then proceed to faint was astounding.
I wonder what they’d be like in labor & delivery as their partner is pushing a baby out? 😊
It's usually the big guys. Military often lines you up short to tall, to get more through before the fainting starts.
@@thejohnbeck really? I wonder why that is. Different blood pressure in bigger bodies?
@@chlorophyllheart I don't know, I'm 5'11 and fine with my blood drawn.
Not the tallest obviously, but I'm not exactly short either. Wouldn't a few extra inches would make much of a difference there.
I can cut myself and bleed like a stuck pig, doesn't bother me at all, but something about the deliberate act of putting a hollow needle in my vein to take blood makes me woozy.
I broke my leg once, and I get oddly quiet when hurt. So much so they asked me if I was okay. Through clenched teeth I said, "I don't want to speak because i'm afraid I might make a girly sound". Which immediately made both EMT's break out in almost uncontrollable laughter.
110 now drama queens
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Maybe, just maybe they asked you if you are ok because your leg was broken😂
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When I broke my arm, they were trying to tell how lucid I was, and my answer to the question "where are you right now?" was a very calm "I'm not sure, I can't see out the ambulance windows.
Lol
Lmao sounds like some shit I would say
That would have been such a helpful answer tho
Just say Palestine.
@@notinterested8452 that's a town in the United States AND a place in/near Isreal
I actually issued a drama alert once. The ER nurse was laughing when we arrived at the hospital
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Rlly savage move
@@gaojeff2547 when there isn't anything wrong with the person, they're just emotional over something. When you give your pt report to the hospital PTA (prior to arrival), the pt has been a pain and you've had enough if their bs
Stat drama, critical drama, dramatic injury, I love this job.
Hey, what is up, Drama Alert nation! I’m your host, killer keemstar! And lets get R I G H T into the N E W S!!!!
My mom got a second degree calf burn from a motorcycle tailpipe and she refused to go to the ER. Everyone was telling her she had to, but she just kept saying, "I know how to debride a burn, so I can do it my goddamn self." She did, in fact debride her own burn, and took such good care of it that these days you can barely see the scar. The whole time, while they paramedics were trying to get her to go to the hospital, she just kept calmly saying that she works for that hospital (she was a surg tech) and she knows which ER doc is working, and she'd rather handle it herself, thanks.
The way you phrased it makes it sound as though she went like "oh fuck, Jim's working? Nah, thanks, I'll do it myself, hate that bastard" and I highly enjoy that
@@BlueGangsta1958 That’s exactly what she did. She had funny names for all the docs she hated working with (memorably, the oncologist assigned to my nana was Dr. Doom) and she called the doc by her nickname for him and the medic just sighed.
@@amberdent651 Haha I love that you mum is great
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That´s a short but terryfying story you have there, bro ! Imagine prefering treating herself then let a doctor take care of the the burn.
I've run dozens of those, gotta use the drama alert on my report from now on though. Lmao
Drama alert! 🤣🤣
It's been one year since you commented this, have you used it yet?
@@TacoTime2006 yep, several times, not since Jan though, been laid up with back surgery and not back on the trucks yet
Can we get a percentage estimate on the gender balance of doors-closed drama alerts?
@John Arat Usually a laugh or a chuckle after we drop off the pt or over the phone
The literal exact same thing happened to me. I had a gang member shot in the leg and was acting all tough yelling and screaming orders out to the guys in his gang to seek retribution of the people that shot him. As soon as the doors shut, he started crying, begging for pain meds.
What was the gang called?
@@drysoup3017 Probably the Los Gatos crybabies. ;)
well maybe he actually was tough but tricked you guys into giving him pain meds lol
honestly, that's dedicated leadership
@@drysoup3017Content of Character 😊
During clinicals for EMT school we had a few patients who were pretty dramatic about really minor stuff. But then we got this badass dude... Recently had abdominal surgery, the stiches spilt and his intestines were just hanging out all willy nilly, but this dude is just cracking jokes with us the whole time, doesn't even seem to mind that he's eviscerated or anything. Other people are complaining about a sprained ankle, thinking they'll never walk again or some shit. I swear, EMS workers have some of the best stories ever.
What's that called, coping right lol
He's trying to distract himself and turned out it work perfectly well
Sprained ankles hurt tho :c
I was the dude cracking jokes after my leg got crushed by a bus. Honestly feels so much better. I was surprised that the EMTs joked along with me, since usually people are scared to joke about that kind of thing, but I appreciated it
edit to clarify: I'm not literally the same dude, lol. I just relate to him
@@Victoria-ij3cb they do everything just to distract you
From the pain
"You know you were just stabbed with a pencil, right?"
Reminds me of the incident a few years back when an 8-year-old boy sat down at school with a backpack on and a pencil in his bag stabbed him in the arm near the armpit. It actually went in about six inches and punctured an artery. Two teachers saw him with blood pooling around his feet and soaking his shirt. They put pressure on the wound until the ambulance arrived, and one of the EMTs said it likely would've killed him if the teachers hadn't put pressure on it.
I kinda remember a similar event happened here many years ago in China but scarier at a considerable magnitude, a primary school student running around while holding a pencil get triped then fell face down, and the pencil he was holding punctured his heart, the only lucky thing is, the heart muscle squeezed around the pencil and turned it into a nice plug, teachers hurried to the scene but one teacher mentioned the right thing to do: do nothing, keep that pencil in. So, after a EM trip that can basically ascend any EMT or paramedic directly into true paragod and a ocean of sweat of heart surgeons, the kid was saved, and continued to live his life happily ever after.
You went to same school with John Wick?
jesus how hard did he sit down
oh my god these stories with pencils are horrible
When you roll a nat 1 irl
I instinctually put on the tough guy act when I'm hurt or scared, product of my upbringing I think. But a few years back I had an abscess on the bottom of my butt, where the leg and the butt cheek meet. It hurt so bad I eventually had trouble walking, sitting, standing, driving; basically anything short of lying down was really painful. I played it tough and tried to drain the sucker myself, I discovered that day just how NOT tough I am. I went to urgent care to get it drained, by a cute doctor too which was just fantastic. When I say this was the most intense pain I've ever felt I mean it, she was literally cutting me up with a scalpel, and the numbing agent only went so deep! I shrieked and squealed, eventually I put my belt in my mouth and whimpered my way through. I felt so embarrassed I actually apologized to the doctor and the nurse for the pathetic display, they assured me I handled it no worse than any other so I'll live with that. I told my friend it felt like "getting shot in the a$$", little did I know he had in fact been shot in the a$$ and took offence to the comparison; so I showed him pictures of the before and after...he conceded.
I had a similar encounter but with a pilonidal cyst that grew right on my tailbone, just above my butt crack. I had to show a bunch of people my butt before someone was finally able to drain it and by that time it was basically the size of a golfball. Surprisingly, it didn't grow back, which usually happens with pilonidal cysts. I swear the whole experience was a nightmare but thankfully my extraction was more messy than painful, my ass never looked the same again tho ;-;
This was quite the roller coaster of emotion
Had one of those but in my ass crack and it was the size of a baseball and it hurt so fucking much. I’m not that much of the tough guy but that shit made me cry almost.
@@nickolasgoldinak3132 You, Almost, had me convinced.
@@bndllama9067 it was called a pilonidal cyst and it had the consistency of cottage cheese and vanilla pudding.
The one person who disliked this was the drama alert
Remake of an emergency incident I never like. Especially incidents that happen and having to go mitigate the situation. But I do like my job.
Haaaaaa! There she is!
At first glance experiencing the post; it's in my instincts to not like a remake of emergency incidents. But that wouldn't stop me from doing my job in need for all people. What first responders do is not entertainment. And it's no picnic. It's emergency needs. We don't like people making problems they can't resolve theirself. But if the public needs help in emergency services, first responders are the help that recover the incident. And hope it never happens again. Faithfully.
@@DSandwich There I am; here I am. How can I help you? Is there something that needs resolution to?
That is SO her 🤷♂️
So, my husband was impaled in the back upper thigh with rebar at work. No one realized how bad it was because it didn't go all the way through and when he stood up there was natural pressure on it so it barely bled. He came home and had me look at it. I nearly passed out because I'm bad with gore and I could see fat tissue and stuff. We go to the ER and I was so pale, woozy and nauseous looking while he was so calm that everyone there kept thinking that I was the injured one!
HE WENT HOME FIRST????
I’m sorry, but you married a Toyota truck in human form.
@@snjert8406fr that's what I'm asking 😂 homie took a detour real quick
I remember getting into a pretty bad car accident and was air lifted to a hospital and spent a couple of days in the ICU. Had to get my face stitched back on and stuff. I remember joking around with the airlift crew and was like "this is probably going to need stitches, right? I've never had stitches before." "Do you think they can make more handsome since this is like plastic surgery?"
Really funny part is I actually got really lucky as my trauma surgeon who put my face back together was actually a plastic surgeon the week before, so I actually did get put back together with extreme precision.
I’m glad things turned out ok for you !
@@gglreallysucks5512 yeah! I got really lucky. I sort of beat all of the odds. My buddy looked up the stats.
I hit an elk at roughly 75mph. And apparently those types of accidents have a mortality rate of around 96%.
Of that remaining 4%, only 1% make complete and full recoveries. I made a complete recovery, and even look completely normal despite getting my face stitched back on
@@josephwilliams1915 hell, there's a decent chance you look even better, plastic surgeon and all that
@@ImperialFister there is evidence of that, as well! Of course I have some scarring and if you look closely even today, you can tell I went through some sort of catastrophe. But I ended up dating a girl and she told me like 3 months into the relationship that she probably would not have been intrigued by me if it wasn't for the "cool scars" as she put it hahaha
@@josephwilliams1915 Wholesome
I am remembering the guy I transported who was stabbed in an attempted carjacking but he was too fat for the knife to make it deep enough to hit anything vital.
i suddenly feel better about being fat
Extra protection lmao
One of the rare instances in which obesity was beneficial to someones health
@@Nantosuelta DON'T GIVE PEOPLE ANY MORE IDEAS!!
Foils
Assault
Tactics
I had a guy with a GSW freaking the hell out in the back of the ambulance screaming “ I’m gonna die “ “oh Jesus” and then stops straight face turns to my medic and asks
“You mind if I make a phone call” 😂
whats GSW
@@saproductions140 I'm gonna assume gun shot wound
Dark Angel is correct.
Plot twist: he left his oven on
Lol 😂
When they acting all Billy Badass outside, when we got in the truck I would tell them "OK, Homies can't see you, knock off the crap." It usually worked.
Yeah exactly
It's sad people play tough lol
@@Sheridan2LT why? We all cope in our own ways
@@Sheridan2LT it’s so nobody else starts freaking the fuck out
When you think that you're Billy Badass but you're actually ẞilly ßaddass
The “it’s a flesh wound!” Gets me every time
RIGHT!
“ ‘Tis but a scratch”
I severed the top part of my finger and my then wife (an RN) had to drive me to hospital. I was moaning and she said "you got hit with a grenade and you're whining about this?" I turned to her and shouted "You weren't there Man!" We both went silent for a second and then burst out laughing 😂 she came home from her shift the next night and I asked her how it was and she said "You weren't there Man!" Yeah, she got me good with that for weeks😂
Aw that's cute as fuck.
This made me smile
Funny af 😂😂
That’s awesome AF can…. Haha
Sounds like a relationship full of love and laughter :D
To be fair, John Wick once killed three guys in a bar with a pencil.
A fooking pencil! Who DOES that?
@@donlapham1265 john wick does
@Angel Wolf Den the joker only got one...
He did that shit twice
@@peaveyst7 yeah, but it was with the blunt end.
Somewhat related to this: there was an EMT in my hometown that had a prosthetic leg. We had a drunk driving education event at our high school. They set up the scene on the football field with a crushed up car. Lifestar came (that was awesome!). That EMT was one of the actors pretending to be injured in the wreck. She was pretty convincing, but I kept laughing because I knew her story about the leg. She got pulled out and placed on a stretcher, and the whole time it was, "Ah, my leg! I can't feel my leg!!!" I just cracked up.
Love that 🤣
How did she actually lose her leg?
I have read a ton of comments on this video and this is the one that actually made me laugh out loud. LOL
Back in my days with the civil-defense firehouse, we had a guy who could dislocate his shoulders and hips at will due to malformed socket joints. It was always hilarious when we did backboard drills with the new probies because he’d always pop a shoulder and a hip out on purpose just so we could watch the poor unsuspecting probie who was examining him realize the “dislocations” were real, turn green, and freak out!
He has long since gotten said joints replaced because they were starting to pop when he _didn’t_ want them to, so he can’t do that little trick anymore. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted! 😈
And then you've got the 90 year old ladies who fall, break their hip and deglove their left forearm, and they won't even accept paracetamol (acetaminophen), and insist that you stop making a fuss wasting time on them, and that they'll be right as rain after a cup of tea.
Or they will tell you the best stories, while also hooking you up with a other person.
They can really be memorable.
@@sirBrouwer it's like if they were born during the war, they're just hard as concrete
@@sirBrouwer Can confirm, had many grandmas try to hook me up with their granddaughters.
@@MrPicklesAndTea I have new respect for you guys
.....exactly what in that cap of 'tea'?
0:32 - “Sydney McPupperson has a very sensitive digestive system!!!”
Pure Gold 🏅🐶🏅
I’m certain they said Cindy, Sidney isn’t a parti effeminate name
@@madcatlover7554 sydney is an either or name. i've met men and women with the name
WHo dafuq is Sydney McPupperson?
Honestly the minor stuff usually hurts the most.
Anything serious usually sends you into shock so you don’t really feel the pain. Get impaled you don’t really feel much, get a paper cut and every nerve cell is writhing in agony at being torn and exposed to open air.
Yup my hand slipped and put a knife through my thigh once. No pain until the iodine cleaner. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
@@coals6262 A friend of mine chopped half his leg off ona camping trip. The guy only grunted and said "Fuck, I hate helicopters".
When we arrived at the hospital and the adrenaline receeded he was pretty much non-stop screaming. Then again I would have collapsed instantly. Can't unremember those pictures unfortunately. Then again nothing is worst then car accidents with families. The picture of my sister stoicly talking to ER while half her head was split open will stick withme for longer tho.
She never even made a sounds (she did a full recovery but got some issues with left-right coordination). I pass out when my blood is drawn.
Some people are just built different.
Yep. My dad was working on a sickle bar mower (it's a large bit of farming equipment that's towed behind a tractor and it has this arm that comes down and it has bunch of serrated triangle teeth to cut the grass/hay/etc) and he'd not locked the wheel. It shifted and the bar hit the ground and cycled once. His had had shifted in the process. He said he knew it was bad when his whole arm went numb. He'd severed half his left pinkie finger. He calmly put it back on (it was just hanging there), drove himself back into town to the house, and got my mom to take him down to the local urgent care. They had to pry his fingers off because of how tightly he'd clamped them around the pinkie. He said the worst pain was actually when the doc at the hospital they transported him to had to numb the area so she could crunch away the bone to be able to pull skin over to cover it up. They didn't bother trying to reattach it. He works with his hands and she said it likely wouldn't be quite right and would hinder him more if she'd tried to reattach the top half of the pinkie. It'd have been different if it'd been a thumb or something.
this goes to cuts, too. i gave myself a pretty deep cut while cleaning my super sharp chef's knife, obviously it stung but i didn't realize how bad it was until i took off the paper towel and saw the bone(?) underneath staring back at me. i think it was bone since it was white, and there's no fat pad on the dorsal side of fingers.
my dad refused to get me stitches, but the cut was only about 0.75" long so it's not like i really even needed them. i'm surprised at how little it hurt despite how deep the cut was.
I got attacked by a dog at a kennel I used to work at, thankfully only my hands were bitten. I was calm the entire time throughout the attack even with a lot of blood. Coworkers helped me get the dog off and put back in a cage, the owner of the kennel came and basically went over how I got each bite and then the adrenaline left and I started freaking out. They paid not only for the hospital bill but also to make sure I didn't have any fear of dogs. After half a month of recovery, I went back to work with no issues.
Eek. I was working for a vet and was the tech while we examined an ANESTHETIZED 130lb Rottweiler. He snapped with no warning and tore open the vet's arm. She screamed, I froze, blood everywhere. She then insisted on driving herself to the hospital, lol.
how did money help you against a dog phobia?
@@njux1871therapy? Lol
My dad, a doctor, once received a very peculiar heart attack: it was a middle aged woman, perfect makeup, perfect nails, who yelled and snapped at everyone, specially her husband. Nobody believed she had the heart attack.
And then she was alone with him, and she goes quiet, and she starts crying. That's how he knew she wasn't looking for attention.
Well yeah, I am not surpised at all. She knew that sh*t was happening with her heart and nobody was believing her. So she needed to boss people around to get where she needed to be. And when she finally felt safe getting care, she could finally be showing her real emotions about the situation.
@@SatumainenOlento you are very right at reading her emotions, and to be honest, she's still friends with my dad
She's an interior designer and she did my mom's office
@@SatumainenOlento you are very right at reading her emotions, and to be honest, she's still friends with my dad because of this event
She's an interior designer and she did my mom's office
This usually happens the other way around with me. Freaking out when outside in public, perfectly calm and collected when inside the truck. People love to put on a show.
I can understand that, if im around someone im close to I will be a good bit more bitchy than if im with people I dont know
@@shyowl3453 LOL true
Meanwhile I'm freaking out about the smallest things that happen to me but when in some sort of care I calm down almost immediately
Yeah that happens a lot, but sometimes being with a professional (even though they're just human like everyone else, not miracle workers who never make mistakes) can calm someone down significantly. Others might have had some of their initial freak out wear off over time, especially if they received some care before being loaded up (depends on the situation), and lastly...with me at least, when around my loved ones I can tell them how absolutely awful or hurt I feel, but once someone I don't know is there (whether emergency services or just a regular doctor at a check-up) all of a sudden, oh its not a big deal, I don't need to be a bother, if I don't control myself well enough they'll think I'm trying to get attention, or worse think my situation is worse than it actually is. I guess with some people, it's easier to be yourself around close ones, and with others (similar to in this video, but not the same) it's actually easier to be yourself around strangers, after all, you'll likely never see them again so it doesn't matter what opinion they form of you. I especially see that a lot with tough guy persona, where grown men who are experiencing the worst pain in their life act like they aren't because they care too much about what others think, or even just about their own ego. Guy literally couldn't stand or sit up but refused medical care despite no one being around other than his wife.
When I broke my leg adrenaline had me laser focused and coherent. When I tried to move and saw my leg flop over like a dead fish, all I thought was "well shit, this is going to be a shitty year". The real pain was after the surgery (they hollowed out my entire shin bone and put a huge titanium rod in there) when I was still recovering in the hospital, pumped full of morphine. Turns out the way it effects me is by making me super nauseated and not really mitigating the pain much at all. I never wanna have that stuff in me again!
That's how tramadol is for me. Makes me so sick and does nothing for the pain. Bodies are weird.
Morphine makes everyone sick, I'm surprised they even gave it to you considering you weren't dying
Same here, morphine and all of its derivatives just make me wish I was dead. The nausea and vertigo are unreal. The pain's still there too.
Can confirm this to be accurate. Most badass guy I ever treated was a Green Beret with 5th group, passed out when I showed him the needle before his shot.
makes me feel better that even Green Berets are afraid of needles
5th SFG?
Yeah, that guy's probably seen some sh%t.
5th and 3rd SFG usually see the most action.
I remember spilled boiling water on my leg when I was little. Wasn't saying much at the time as we were running water over it and then someone recognized I was going into shock. First degree burns on my stomach from the splashes, second degree burn on my leg where the water landed. Best part? The doc in ER who treated me was Dr Byrn.
Got that name beat-I was chatting with our fire chief (I’m a volunteer) about how when I was in the OR about to get my tubes tied I called it “getting spayed” (the whole OR cracked up at that one), and he ended up telling me about when he got his vasectomy. Being referred to a female urologist was crazy enough for him, but what really capped it was the fact that her last name was Hackett! You _cannot_ make this stuff up!
I remember when a boiler exploded in front of me (long story), and I was going in and out of consciousness until I arrived into the ER, where they injected me with something and there the adrenaline truly kicked in so I was fully conscious and talking like usual, while there was also a HUGE piece of metal incrusted in my chest.
When the doctor arrived and saw me he took a good look at my wounds and actually asked in a low voice "How are you even still alive" to which I answered "I don't know, you tell me doc." He laughed and I did until pain started to kick in and I asked them for some painkillers cause I was about to scream like a coyote who got hit by a car.
They got me to the ER where I was imploring for something for the pain and the anestesiologist told me to chill and take deep breaths from the anesthesia mask. I had some weird dreams and after the surgery, they removed a ton of shrapnel from my body alongside the big metal scrap.
Your muscles were probably clenching really tight because of the shock, which might have slowed internal and external bleeding.
@@Succulentquarter From what I remember the cardiologist and surgeon talking with my mother and me after the surgery, that was indeed a major factor for my survival, however, they also said that it was truly a miracle that happened cause most of the muscle from my chest area (right pectoral in particular, where the huge metal was incrusted) was utterly shredded, I remember it took a whole month to be able to lift my arm above my head and almost 3 months to recover my mobility, albeit it was almost a whole year of physical therapy for more dexterous tasks
@@sleepless_fox3995 I am glad that you are doing better. :)
You are completely bonkers and I bloody love you!! Singing “Hello darkness my old friend” genuinely make me belly laugh! As a UK Paramedic I know exactly where you’re coming from lol. Stay safe x
I remember breaking my wrist as a kid, and it really hurt but I was handling it well (I cried a little bit). But when I overheard my Mom say it was broken, that's when I freaked out. Basically, the horror of a breaking something was scarier than it actually happening.
thats actually a psychology thing!!!!!! Your brain interprets the reaction of people around you then reacts based on that. Say a kid falls, they're completely fine, but since mom is panicking they're going to cry and start panicking as well! It was a really neat learning about it
I knew when I broke my lower arm immediately that it was broken, and I was just like “well shit, at least it isn’t my writing hand” and I pretty much maintained that demeanor. Still hurt like a sumb*tch though
Reminds me of my friend who was playing on some ruined cars with some other guys, he fell and landed on one of the broken car doors unknowingly to everyone else he just got stabbed by a large piece of glass, he got up holding the piece nearthe side of his waist. Everyone started freaking out but i wasn't because i hadn't seen the glass yet i just thought he fell and he's taken worse falls then a few feet off the ground. Immediately after i saw the glass and rushed to see of he was ok he kept saying "oh nah im fine it doesn't hurt" or "yah i think we just need an ambulance here" in the calmest voice ever, once the ambulance arrived i entered with him to keep him company and he started crying saying "Holy shit this hurts" and even kept asking "Am i going to die" it was such a quick change in emotions that i didn't register it until after it all happened
I consider myself fortunate for not being seriously injured throughout my life. The worst pain I've experienced was actually a few days ago when I smashed the very tip of my forefinger in the front door. Stood there and had a Peter Griffin moment for a good 3-5 minutes. The pain-to-injury ratio was massive; huge amount of pain for virtually no injury.
the worst pain i've ever felt was earlier this year. i was trying to flip a table in my woodshop class because the foot wheel was coming off, and i wanted to be a help for the teacher. i guesstimated it to be 100 or so pounds... it was 200. dropped it on my foot and while i knew nothing was broken, it hurt pretty bad (my ego too!).
I grew up on a farm and was taught young to "tough it out" with every injury unless somebody (usually a sibling) poked it. Then they (deservingly) got whacked... Now as an adult, I'll get something checked out of the pain is pulsating for longer than a couple of days (or immediately if something is clearly out of place). Of course, I do not assault my Dr's or whoever assists me, but I do vocalize my discomfort if they physically have to assess a painful situation. Even my daughters birth was something that I was relatively quiet about until a nurse pressed on my fresh abdominal incision (necessary but sucks for every mom ever) after the emergency c-section that followed the 34 hour labor and 3 hours of unsuccessful pushing - that freaking HURT.
When I got stung by a bee I was fine until I got to the hospital. Thats when my eyes swelled up and I couldn't see and I could no longer breath. I heard a voice close to the gurney, and I grabbed onto their hand and didn't let go till I blacked out. To this day, that was the scariest experience I've ever been in.
I was....."tough" but it was really just me tripping balls. i fell off a roof and bit bout half my lip off with other injuries but i kept sticking my tongue through the hole saying this feels funny, bless the paramedics for dealing with that LMFAO.
That’s musta been crazy to see 😂
I don't tend to be a "tough guy" but i barely feel pain and it's not healthy. I walked around with a broken scaphoid for half a year and worked in a factory. I only noticed when i hit something a little hard and my whole hand swole up. Worked my shift out throwing blocks of cheese of about 12Kg into the slicer. When i went to the GP he didn't believe me when i told him it was a half year old fracture as i remember thinking i had just strained my wrist back then. He wanted to make a echo. I said you can't see a broken bone on an echo so he reluctantly sent me for x-ray too. I told the same to the nurse there, to the doctor, they only believed me when they saw the pictures they took after the echo. The doctor immediately said it was an old fracture and i'd need grafting. So i get to the hospital. I explain my whole story to the emergency nurse, she says that it's hard to believe and i can explain the doctor. I talk to the doctor and he doesn't believe me but the pictures were on a site where he had to get them from so he goes to his desk after a minute he enrages and calls the radiology center i went to that you can't see a broken bone on a echo so the bone isn't broken but the x-ray was in another map. He comes back and says i'll have to let it rest until they can operate and i need plaster. I go to the plasterer, he ask what happened, i explain to him and he says that if it wasn't for the fact he heard the doctor he would have highly doubted me too. LIKE WTF
One of the things that I learned during a recent hospital stint is that while I have a lot of mental issues and am quite emotionally vulnerable, I have, according to several medical staff, a monstrous tolerance for physical pain. At one point my mother asked the specialist if there was a chance that I was exaggerating how bad my symptoms were, and he replied that he was shocked I was conscious, let alone capable of moving under my own (very reduced) power. So I'll bawl my eyes out over all sorts of things, just not physical discomfort.
Having spent three days in the hospital last month for kidney stones (one of which is a miniature boulder that can’t be “evicted” without surgical help), I discovered that only the kind of flank pain caused by said “boulder” completely blocking my kidney at the ureter will be my make-or-break point for heavy-duty painkillers. That is the first and only time I’ve ever needed morphine for pain relief, and the pain had me puking my brains out before they shot me full of anti-emetics with the morphine chaser. I can’t say whether or not the morphine would make me nauseous due to the anti-puke meds, but I can say that I wasn’t the slightest bit “high” or loopy or anything like that-the morphine just killed every bit of pain I’d been in while leaving me completely lucid!
And for the record, I’ve undergone natural childbirth twice without an epidural (and I had back labor with my second), and I also had gallbladder surgery 14 years ago. After all three of those experiences the only painkiller I needed was prescription-level doses of ibuprofen, so that should tell you what kind of crazy pain tolerance I have and why the ER staff realized I was in pretty bad shape when I came in with the kidney stones!
I used to work overnight shift at a family owned gas station in Taylor Michigan. I had this regular customer who always acted like a tough guy when he came in, talking about fights he'd been in and the like.
Well, one night he comes bursting in the door wearing one shoe, the other in his hand with the sole pressed against his forearm. He's screaming for me to call 911.
Turns out his boss lives down the block and owes him money. So he went 9ver there at 2 am and started beating on the guys door , yelling obscenities and making a scene. The boss opens the door swinging a machete, and filets the guys forearm.
Now he's sitting on the floor in front of the counter, screaming about how he's going to die, and bleeding on my floor.
He won't take the shoe away from his arm and let me wrap it, so I use my hand to apply more pressure, while I call emergency services.
While I'm on the phone, he keeps yelling over me , trying to answer questions he thinks they're asking, but aren't.
While this is going on, a customer walks in, sees the situation, and tries to get me , who's covered in someone else's blood, to sell him cigarettes. He also parked so that he's blocking the entrance, which is a common problem here. Just horrible, inconsiderate people.
Eventually, the police and some EMT's arrive and take over.
They all leave , and I clean up the blood with some bleach, and go back to business as usual, cause it's just par for the course when working a customer service job on mid ights in the Detroit area.
Wow, what a crazy story
>Detroit area
Nvm, makes sense
Closest thing I can relate to, I flipped a car 4 times at 100mph, walked away but still had to take a ambulance just incase.
I was so calm that I got asked if I was on any drugs 13 different times, and the first thing they done was pull my blood to check for drugs/alcohol
You are being given a second chance. Please drive responsibly, with consideration for everyone else on the road. You could kill people driving that recklessly. It's not worth it.
I'm pretty sure the blood thing is protocol if one's is involved into a traffic accident. At least here
Reminds me of a trip I took to the ER one time. Place was packed and everyone looked like they were dealing with something serious. There was a new mother with a one week old baby who had a high fever, someone else with tubes and things hooked up to them, and a worried mother of a young child who she believed was having a stroke, to name a few. Everyone was calm and as collected as possible except for a 50ish year old man who had brought his entire family to the ER with him and who sat moaning in terrible pain for the ENTIRE three hours we sat there.
He had twisted his ankle.
You assume he twisted his ankle. It may have been broken, and even if it’s been twisted, the ripping of ligament and tendon, and the inflammation can be excruciating. Unless you were their nurse, doctor or x-ray tech you have no idea of the damage done to his ankle.
To be fair, I've had bones break with less pain than a sprained ankle.
I know this is a long one and this video is supposed to just be a gag but theres also a small lesson here for paramedics. (Its a long story but it is worth telling)
My father has seen it from the other perspective before. These two parametric women picked up this guy who fell onto a steel rod the rod didnt pearse instead he had slipped on the ice and this 500 pound man fel on his own leg and all the pressure went right on that one spot. My dad was there all he said he hard was a crunch then a crack when the man tried to pick himself up and fell on his leg again. Well this guy was sweating and his eyes were rolling back in his head and he kept blacking out. These women first off expected the guy to get up onto the gurney himself but then attempted to help him without supporting his leg at all no splint or anything they even tried to put his weight on it. Then my dad got involved and held the mans back and leg which my dad said felt like it was just a hanging weight on the end of his leg. They got the man on the gurney then told my dad to back up and not to touch anything the mans foot at this point was pointed sideways even though his knee was pointed up and the paramedics told him to stop wining and acting like a baby.
Everything my dad had thought about the mans leg being broken was confermed later when the trucker came back to his work to help file the legal papers. They asked my dad to be a witness to the accident the man told him his leg was a clean break with 2 other breaks above and below the full break. So basically this mans leg was held together by the muscle and flesh around the bone. The theory was he broke the leg when he landed the first time and finished the break when he fell the secound time. Well at the hospital he had to go through rehibilitation and at one point he was going to lose his leg to an aggevated infection.
So these parametics who ever they were assumed the man had just sprained it without examining it then told him to suck it up and not to be a baby. Even though this man could have lost his leg the way they had treated him
I'm under the impression that the two ladies didn't want to pick up a fat guy and played it off as that.
I think a lot of these stories from doctors are like this.
I remember overhearing the doctors at the ER talking about a patient who had demanded they send an ambulance for a cut on his leg, and when they arrived it became clear that the "cut" was more like a minor scratch. Meanwhile I had walked there with an 30cm long and 8cm deep gash on my leg because "it's not far, I can walk, it's fine".
Your walking reminds me of my mother-in-law. She dislocated her shoulder at work -- like, arm hanging way down lower than the other one, excruciating pain, etc. She's a tough cookie and stubborn as hell, and she was so mad that this had happened that her *anger* overrode the pain. Also probably her better judgement, because she refused to let her manager drive her to the hospital, and instead drove herself. In a stick shift. I have no idea how she managed that with one hand.
@@calliarcale I drove myself to the hospital with a broken elbow a year ago, so there's that. Also stick shift.
I mean, turn signals were a tad tricky, but the rest was pretty ok.
Tests door “hey Mikey!” Door closes “hello darknesses my old friend” 😂😂😂 that is so true though. A guy I knew in AA was a cop and he got shot in the hand and he eventually got into pain pills because of it but he said he was acting super tough like it was nothing until his wife showed up at the hospital 😂 good news he’s been sober 3 years and his hand is fine
Good to hear! Hahaha women soften us all up sometimes
I’ve been in the ambulance once and I just laid there completely silent and in shook and I hummed to myself. The paramedic got worried and asked if I was okay and I nodded still silent as I’m trying to figure out why the hell my face hurts and why my mouth tastes like blood. Like bro I’m trying to put half of a puzzle together let me do this.
What injury did you have?
@@knicks5426 I had a seizure
@@h.j8496 Type 1 diabetic myself. Waking up and explaining that they are overdoing it on the glucose and what difficulties it will cause is not welcome. Explaining in detail that they are not providing enough D5W and should provide another 300 ml to provide another 15 grams of glucose is.... well, it's not welcome, because it means you may need to pee.
I’ve never seen dw5 used to treat a diabetic.
Used to be D50, now D10 is pretty standard.
@@bkane573 It was pre-surgical, they didn't want to give anything oral lest they cancel the surgery. *I* thought it wasn't enough glucose". A lot of nursing staff right now are working outside their normal fields due to Covid-19, so I'm a bit merciful about needing to summon that one really expert nurse at that moment to get me treated properly.
That's nice. When i had to lie on the emergency operating table i said to the surgeon and the crew " If *something* happens, i won't blame anyone of ya" That's how much desire to live i had in me.
I got in trouble shortly after having my Appendix out for walking to the water fountain.
The doctors said they were impressed with how far I made it and that I should have been in more pain.
I told them I have a skin condition that makes my skin painful all the time.
Turns out I actually do have a high pain tolerance, because for me pain is just constant.
I feel that. I have multiple chronic pain issues and take a lot of pain meds, and got super offended recently when a friend commented that I have no pain tolerance. Like, no, I tolerate pain perfectly well every day, thankyouverymuch.
The nonchalance reminds me of when I had a withdrawal seizure and the parametics/EMT just treated me like my life wasn't in danger just because I had a history of panic attacks. Fun times.
At first I thought he said, "You know you were stabbed IN the pencil, right?" and thought, damn that's good reason to get all freaked out.
Leo equivalent: the guy talking tough while being cuffed in front of everyone....as soon as he is in the car he is crying and snitching on everyone else at the house you just left...
I had the opposite with a SASS call. The kid was cool with us most of the trip to the behavioral hospital. About 5 minutes out he starts to get some attitude, then when we take him into the hospital he starts dropping F-bombs right and left, particularly toward the two police officers that happened to be in the lobby.
😂
I love hearing those across the radio. Even more fun are those who begin kicking the door almost forcing it open causing code 3 and get strapped to the chair with jail staff once arrived. Good times.
@@brandoncaldwell95 only time I went to jail, the officer took off my cuffs and let me sit at some desk with him while he started paperwork. I was only in a cell long enough to use the toilet. Cooperation, respect, & attitude can go a long way. Alcohol can get you far too, in the WRONG direction... Proud to say I don't drink anymore
So true
Hahahaaa. I ended up doing that. Not a medical emergency, but when I was robbed I called the police. (Obviously) So as I'm on the phone, I tried to remain as calm as possible, because I knew dispatch needed details on what was going on. I described the guy who robbed me, noted any markings or scars I could think of, and even heard "Wow you're pretty calm through all this." My response. "I need to be Ma'am." The cop gets there and I BROKE. I couldn't speak a coherent sentence I was so scared.
The first blood curdling womans scream that I ever heard was from a 6'5 man with a full beard getting an IV
When he started singing the sound of silence LMFAO
I lost it there XD
I had the inverse when I got hit by a car as a pedestrian and it broke my spine. Some guy dragged me out of the street because I couldn't move on my own and I wouldn't stop crying while we waited for the ambulance, kept crying as they loaded me on the stretcher, and by the time we made it to the ER I had pretty much shut up, and just made the awkward smile you get from people passing by you in the store whenever a nurse or doctor tried to talk to me, laughing while waiting for my transfer to a trauma hospital or switching out my saline bag
This is exactly what happened to my buddy when he snapped his leg on the football field as soon as the door closed he started screaming
Yeah. Like they’re completely sound proof
@@blahblah8037 Imagine if they weren't. You're walking down the street minding your own business when suddenly an ambulance passes by and your ears are blasted with non-stop high pitched screaming.
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What a beautiful day....... *HOLY-*
I've only ridden in 1 ambulance in my life and it was an airlift to a hospital from another hospital w/out a trauma center. By the time I was in the helicopter I was out of shock and just enjoyed the 1 time I rode in a helicopter strapped to a gurnee.
Reminds me when I got a cut(5cm long, 2-3cm deep on my palm), stood up, look at my bf in the eyes and said ‘Fuck, I need to go to the hospital’ thankfully the hospital is only 15mins walk away, but to my demise, I have overestimated myself and only walk a few steps and started to feel like fainting, I was losing a lot of blood. Got my boyfriend to put pressure on my wrist while dialing 911, waited for the ambulance, and by that time I felt better, stood up, walk to the ambulance that came and sat myself on the bed. They push me into the ambulance and proceeded to kind of clean off the blood, and while they’re patching me a little, I asked ‘was it necessary for me to call the ambulance?’ They look at me, stared at my wound and said ‘Yeah it is’
"to my demise"
To your surmise, you mean?
@@GldnClaw no "to my dismay."
@@khansahb8 no, "to my survey"
I was at a barbeque where a dog accidentally bit my index finger, shattering a bone into three pieces. I had calmly turned to my partner and stated "I think we need to go to the hospital." And then blacked out in the car later.
I’ve only done an “oopsie time to go to the hospital” a couple times but in both situations my mood went from “oh, that’s not good, please kindly dispatch me to the medics” to “yes, I am in a fair amount of pain and would like to resolve this matter quickly” to “feeeling woozy, I think I’m going to die now. Goodbye everybody it is too much to bear, this three centimeter cut has all but bled me out me please don’t let me die. My cat will be an orphan and my line ends with me, oh woe terrible woe!” To “4 stitches? That’s not so bad.”
I got ash in both eyes while I was fighting a bushfire, and when I was taken away in an ambulance six hours and a whole lot of other stressful experiences later, I threw up and then burst into tears.
This reminds me of all the times a patient has chest pain, is not responding or has trouble breathing. Then when the emergency responders come they are suddenly fine again and I (experienced homecare cna) look like an absolute idiot.
Three months ago I told my family I was feeling “funny.” I said no to 911, I was just going to tough it out thinking the feeling would pass, but they called anyway. The EMTs arrived almost before the phone was hung up. They assessed me quickly and loaded me into the ambulance and I went into third degree heart block on the way to the ER; however, I was never in any real pain (except for the external pacing to keep me alive). Now, I have a pacemaker.
This one time I went to go donate plasma and during the screening process the nursing student suddenly got real quiet. Then she said wait here and ran down the hallway calling for Amber. Amber comes up and rechecks my blood pressure. Then she calmly said the ambulance is on the way. I said huh? Then the ambulance pulled up. Amber said, "his BP is 220/200, pulse 110, only complaint he voiced is mild heartburn." So they took me to the hospital and I discovered I have high blood pressure. The whole time I thought it was heartburn.
Same thing happened to my husband when he went to urgent care for tennis elbow! The doctor took one look at the BP reading, took it again, then wanted to call an ambulance because the systolic was over 200 and the diastolic was also in the triple digits. My husband had been feeling _no_ symptoms of hypertension at all, and had no idea his BP was that crazy high. There’s a reason they call that shit “the silent killer!”
Imagine you're standing around near the ambulance and you see this guy filming, just opening and closing the door over and over again.
This guys acting ability is better than some so called over rated actors
I remember I had a nasty work place accident where I mostly cut my thumb completely off and I was cracking jokes with the surgeon arts and crafting my thumb back together
I remember a .22 caliber gunshot wound just barely missing the femoral artery, fractured femur, he attempted to walk to the stretcher. We assured him, in fact, do not do that it will be way worse. He trues to climb on the stretcher, slips, fully breaks his femur.
Absolute idiot!
"if you're gunna be stupid you gotta be tough"
I get very jokey when I'm scared or injured, but the EMTs always handle it in stride. But I remember one time when I was really messed up I just laid there in stone silence crying without a noise lol. In that case as well, the EMTs handled it. I get the feeling they've seen people react to severe trauma every which way.
I NEED a full version of him singing Sound of Silence!!!!!
I may have broken my neck 2 years ago and basicly made jokes the entire way from getting taken out of the pool to at the hospital. Tbh the only annoying part was the perimedic got mad my arm kept slipping down when we hit bumps and making the monitor stop working and im like "dude i cant move or feel my arms im doing my best"
I once had a lady sprain her ankle at my workplace, she asked us to call the abulance therefore we had to. Since it wasn't an emergency the ambulance was going to take a while. Probably over an hour, we told her this and eventually she got tired of waiting and told us to cancel, got up and walked away... Some people man... Then we had a guy who snapped his leg, bone poking out and everything and the guy was chill, quite obviously in pain, but he wasn't as dramatic as this lady.
"It's a flesh wound"... This is so true.
I got into an ambulance after having chest pains and they wanted to do an EKG with those 10+ different sticky electrodes. As soon as I lifted my shirt to reveal my hairy chest they both started cackling out loud. They asked if I wanted to shave it first so I didn't have to rip off my hair. I did just do it cuz I might die before you finish shaving. They call it the cardiac smile cuz after you rip them off it leaves a smiley face with all of the bald patches. The worst part is the ER uses a completely different kind so they had to do the same thing all over again 🤣
You must have looked like you had the world’s weirdest case of chicken pox after all the times they “plugged you in!”
You gotta appreciate people like this though, putting on a strong face Infront of people even though they are afraid
Age 14, I had a recurring ingrown big toe nail so I eventually had to have the whole nail removed.
The numbing shot was the most painful part since it had to basically graze just outside the toe bone while injecting.
The last part of the removal was pretty painful too and of course I groaned, braced myself, whimpered and squeezed the nurses hand. Yet somehow managed to be mindful of how much my foot moved. I kept that still while the rest of me writhed knowing it would hurt more. Just grit through it, they're fast workers.
When it was all done, both the doctor and nurse said I was infinitely tougher than all the big hard hitting football players.
Been in an ambulance twice in my life. First time I spiral open fractured my left tibia and fibula. I found out real quick that an ambulance rides like a covered wagon. All they had for pain was morphine and it was then I found out morphine doesn't work on me. The second time was for chest pains and trouble breathing. They wanted to take me to a local hospital that I wouldn't trust with my dog. I opted for a different hospital further away. I figured I had an equal shot of dying either way.
"Hello darkness my old friend" 🤣🤣🤣
"en route with a 43 year old drama alert..." I about fell off my chair laughing so hard.
Yep. I broke my tailbone and messed up my hand, slipping on an icy sidewalk. In the ER, the doc tested to see if a nerve had been damaged by the broken bone by sticking a finger into my butt, to test muscle tone in my rectum. I said in reaction, “And a good time was had by all.” (I was not only in pain, but deeply embarrassed by the situation.)
I once got a big shard of glass sticking outta my foot and when they were taking me to the hospital idk wtf happened to me but i started laughing like a maniac
That's called stress laughter.
Also pain killer endorphins of the body produce laughter to some, like me breaking my collar bone. But after a full hour or so.
Adrenaline.
This happened to me while I was having wisdom teeth pulled. At one point, a small amount of bone broke off my upper jaw as they were wrestling the tooth. I burst into loud maniacal laughter that just didn't quit. The staff got the giggles. That was on the first tooth, they pulled four that day and I was a hyena almost the whole time
I did the same thing with a cortisone shot into a nerve tumor in my foot. I don't know if there's something about the foot tickle response, but I was laughing hysterically at having a 4" needle jammed 3/4 of the way through my foot.
I murked myself on a jet ski one time and when I was in the ambulance they said I wasn’t very talkative just sleepy. When I got to the hospital and all the nurses were helping me, they said I “sprang up” and started flirting with them haha. 2 days in the hospital was rough, but all things considered, I guess it was a good time lol
Oddly I can handle pain relatively well. I’m usually just dead quiet, and hyper alert to what I need to do. Last time I broke my arm I was holding it in my hand trying to cover it, instead of screaming or anything I just logically thought “I don’t wanna scar my brother or my cousin, I’ll keep it hidden”. So I kept my arm hidden, calmly told them to get someone because it was broken. For some reason, in emergency situations my brain makes me way more logical and relaxed so I can focus on how to get myself treated.
“You know you were just stabbed with a pencil right?”
John wick:
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Can't underestimate the ole number 2
I am *deathly* terrified of needles to the point I still need to go to a children’s hospital (at 19) and get the stuff they use for babies with numbing spray during blood draws or I will pass out. A couple years ago, I got this blinding pain in my stomach. Like, I could barely move without crying. My mom says we need to get me to the closest ER to us (it’s like 5 minutes away) because my pain was near my appendix so she’s immediately jumped to ‘appendicitis’ while my dumbass is over here thinking for a good hour “these are the worst pre-period cramps EVER” and trying to be all tough like “Nah I’m fine. Just need to rest and take some pain meds.” My mom is like “hell. no.” and puts my stubborn ass in the car before I can even argue. We get to the ER and explain the situation to which they also think ‘appendicitis’ for obvious reasons (which I now understood and stopped being a pain about) They tell me they need to insert an IV in and I immediately ask “do you have numbing spray?” to which they respond “what do you mean?” I explain and they say no. I turn to my mom and she says “that’s stuff they only have at children’s hospitals.” My anxiety over needles kicks in and I ask if my mom can take me to the children’s hospital I go to for specialists and blood draws to get my treatment there. It’s THIRTY MINUTES AWAY. Think about that. I’m such a baby with needles, I was willing to potentially RISK MY LIFE to avoid not getting the small needle and numbing spray. The doctor explains why that’s an incredibly fucking awful idea. I refuse to let them come anywhere near me with their giant-looking needles. (They’re not even that big, but my phobia was on overdrive and I was too freaked out to care) I even tried playing it off, acting all tough and badass again like “it doesn’t hurt that bad anymore. I’m fine. I can go home” while still crying my eyes out and being unable to move from one specific position. My mom goes out into the hall and apparently asks what would happen if it was appendicitis and I needed surgery. The answer was I’d be rushed to the same children’s hospital I wanted to go to because they aren’t as qualified or prepared (I guess) to handle a pediatric appendicitis surgery. With that answer, I get my wish and get rushed to the other hospital where we find out nope, not appendicitis. They’re unsure what I have, but it’s definitely not appendicitis and it’s not life threatening, so they send me home after several hours of monitoring and testing (just to be sure they weren’t sending me home to die in my sleep) Now, 3 years later, I’ve had 2 other appendicitis scares and finally found out why. I have a chronic illness that makes my body attack itself and makes me feel like I’m dying. Yay. Every time I get a flare up (aka every time my body starts attacking itself) I just tell myself: “you’re *most likely* not dying, so try to relax for a bit. If it doesn’t get better, consider calling for help” which isn’t the *best* way to handle my health but idk what else to do.
💥Moral of the story: don’t try and act tough when you’re having a serious medical problem. It’s better to go and learn- like me- it’s nothing serious than not go and later learn it’s extremely serious or never get to learn what it was at all💥
IDK about 'tough', but I learned that freaking out doesn't help me or the people trying to help me, but being able to answer their questions clearly helps everyone a LOT. Plus I read wrestler Mick Foley's first autobiography where he describes himself as "the world's most cheerful emergency room patient" and I kind of want to at least nearly live up to that when necessary. In a room full of angry, scared, hurting, impatient people- a little kindness, smiles, and patience goes a long way for the people around you and the workers doing their best to see everyone quickly and help as much as they can.
I love Mick! Great book too..."Have a Nice Day"!♡
I was in a near-fatal car crash where I had broken my jaw in two places, broken my ulna i think, broken my pelvis somewhere, broken my femur, and ruptured my spleen I think. I didn't wake up until I was in the hospital, and I remember waking up very calmly, thinking I had already died for a few minutes. I don't know if I had any medicine in me, but I couldn't feel much. They brought me something to eat, and I remember that it felt like my teeth were misaligned, I thought I had knocked them loose, but it turns out I was biting down and splitting my jaw apart in two places without realizing it. Beyond that the only times I was in pain was when they had to lift me or roll me over, that femur break was unbelievably painful whenever they had to shift me, until I started doing it myself with just one arm.
"Hello darkness my old friend" I'm cracking up!
Had a 'seasoned' partner call report on a zero mechanism, 10/10 pain. Told the nurse he would ask for orders, but he forgot the proper dose of "man-up". 😄🤷♂️
It’s a good sign when your patient is still capable of overreacting in most circumstances.
Had gone to the ER (was driven there) for what turned out to be sepsis via a kidney infection.
I hobbled in while my mom parked her car just shakily saying “please help me” *slams insurance card on desk* while holding my right side
They just looked at me like I was a tweaker.
Sat in the ER a regular 2 1/2 hours.
The triage tech/CNA was pissy with my mom panicking/about him having to “put up” with me.
His attitude turned from pissy to “just saw a ghost” very fast when the blood tests confirmed that I was very very close to death lol.
It was kind of glorious to see it since I tried to play middleman between a pissed off mom and a jaded healthcare worker the whole time while in agony.
laughed so hard I started tearing up....thanks man I needed that!
I'd be crying. I have very low pain tolerance, just be stubbing my toe on something can get me teary-
Tbh this is why I appreciate my type of shock: I just get really calm, think about what to do next. And take responsibility.
Then again I’m a woman and am pretty much used to pain. Worst I had was a badly broken hand, but even that was ok.
“Drama alert” 🤣🤣🤣 I’m so stealing this!
Well , seeing how everyone posts theirs story here is mine.(its a long one but i remember it very vivid out of reason you get when read it)
when i was 13 , one random summer day i got a excrutianting stomach pain. in a matter of hours it gets extremly bad, to the point that i vomit , and cant walk without being hunched and being extremly carefull.
I was telling my parents that i had "strong" stomach pain. Sleept throught it the first 2 nights, was sleepless the third (distinctly remember on the thrid night i was walking out of my room to get another movie dvd from the living room , and my father telling me that :" if you can still walk and get a movie it cant be that bad" with a pretty dismissive tone.) , and on the 4th morning at 4 am i arrived at the clinlic, driven by my father.
A head nurse and a normal doctor both try to tell what is wrong with me by pressing on my stomach right where the pain is. Was painfull as fuck, but i endured it without a peep , because i wanted them to find out what was happening so the pain would finally stop. Then they put the ultrasonic on my stomach , and in a matter of seconds i see the doctors face going from a litte tired to mortified(and very suprised) , then he literally yells " SHIT" in my motherlangague ,sprints over to his telephone and calls for a immidiates emergecy surgery and the chief doctor of the hospital (who was a anestetic specialist ) to come down there.
Turn out i had a complety rupterd appendex, and already half death of septia (blood poising).
my father is terriefied and starts calling my mother while at the same time talking to the doctor.
Head of the hostpital arrives and the first thing the guy wants to do is feel with his own hands , AFTER the ultrasonic was already made.My father tells him in my motherlangague , but not on bit less rude :" why the fuck would you wanna do that , AFTER THE ULTRASONIC WAS MADE YOU MORON"
head of the hospital suddenly remembers that this is a valid point and you saw how every other person in the room couldnt hold their surpise and admiration to talk like that to the almighty chief doctor.
then stuff is happening around me for 5 minutes.
Head nurse arrives with the news everything is prepared and they should help me in the wheel chair and undress me.
Me hearing that , (and having finally the relive of the pain in my sight) straighted myself up from the medical bed i was laying on and start getting up while at the same time removing my t-shirt.
After i got out of it, i see 8 complety surprised faces , my father included, and i was asking " why are you all looking at me like that ?" while i slid down my pants and then startet to walk slowly to the wheelchair. The Headnurse wakes up first and starts coming towards me as fast as she can and tries to help me while saying " Dont play hard young man, you are in excruationg pain."
"well yes but pain is just pain isnt it " was my reply while i sat down and i didnt notice at the time , but my father ( a very emotinal and loving man btw , but also a extremly hard man ,even tho this story dosent depict the loving side of him very well) startet to tear up , togheter with my mother on the phone.
for those of you who never had it : a appendex rupture is on the offical painscale of 1- 10 somewhere between 8 ,9 or 10 , depending on if the appendex is only inflammed, ruptured or has build abscess.
mine was on the last stage, and i got latter told that they had never seen anyone , let alone a 13 year old boy, be able to do anything else besides screming in pain and crying, let alone walk on his own or talk camly.
got droven into the surgery room , got a triple dosis of anethisa (not because of drug resistance or anything like that but because they wanted to make absoluty sure that i dont wake up, and most pain killers are not very effictive with inflammed tissue) and walk up to my parents crying over my bed.
my doctor came in and told me that if had spend 5 more hours like that they wouldnt be able to do anything.They tested my blood and found out about the almost septis that i had.the first thing my father say to me after the doc is finished asking me questions : " How did you manage that? your aunt had one and it was only in stage 1.She screamed in pain and begged to be helped. " Doc:" yeah litte buddy ,i cant say i have ever seen someone handle this issue like that before." I just looked at them and said :" It was just pain. I thought as long as i endure it and be brave, it cant be that bad"
and my father breaks out in apologys ,togheter with my mother , and both telling me that if ever feel a fraction of such pain again , i should immedietly tell them with as much screaming as possible.
welp ,thats the story of one of the three events in my life that almost cost me my life.
hope you enjoy :D
I can’t even imagine a ruptured one. I had a clogged pipe and that hurt like the dickens
You have my respect for surviving that. My appendix ruptrured in 5th grade (I would have been 9 at the time) I remember having an awful stomachache throughout the school day to the point that my mom took me to the emergency room right after lunch. (She rear-ended a pickup truck at an intersection after the driver killed it playing Studley, only collision I've ever been in.) After finding out that the ER we went to couldn't treat me because I was a kid, I was ambulance-hopped to a children's hospital. While we were waiting to get another scan to verify what the first hospital had seen, it finally ruptured. That's another level of pain. Suffice to say the surgeon didn't find much to remove. I recall being sick for a few weeks after, but when that was done I felt remarkable good!
Again, It's very impressive that you lived through that. You had it exponentially worse than I did.
Ah yes, the oh so rare parental apology. Congratulations!
Just for people who read this. When the doctors are palpating (pressing on you, like your stomach or an injury etc) they *want* you to tell them when where and how it hurts. That's like half of the point of them doing it. Part of it is them feeling what is going on, the other part of it is they know if they poke here and you say "ow" it means the thing here has a problem.
@@zyeborm Buddy,
Yes you are complety right, thats what palpating is for.
but the fact was (as i already mentioned in my story) that after two people palpated me, i told them exactly where the pain was and the intesity. , A ULTRASOUND WAS MADE AND THEY KNEW EXACTLY WHERE AND WHAT THE PROBLEM WAS .AFTER THAT ULTRASOUND WAS MADE, the chief doctore wanted to press on stomach again, and then my father lashed out on him.
Tell me pls if they is any fucking point of a doctor palpating my already broken through appendex, when a sofisticated maschine already had made a ultrasound picture of what exactly was causing the pain and me being a 13 year old teenager who was litreally hours away from death.
I actually want to listen him singing that song with that voice and face. Please.
Oh. Oh. I worked ambulance as an EMT, decades ago, and appreciate your videos, people get very silly with witnesses or family around.
Hahahahahahahaha Your videos are my favorite - your knowledge, talent and versatility are top notch. Thanks for the laughs - I badly need them right now! ❤
When I broke my arm in November, I was expecting myself to just be screaming for ages, but no, I was really quite, and I got extremely sarcastic, my mum who was there with me (I broke it at school and she worked there) was really worried and constantly asking if I was OK, and I was just sitting there asking, 'when is soonest I can get out? Cause waiting for 8 hours with a broken arm is, really, really boring
43 y/o Drama Alert. That’s great
“Hello darkness my old friend”
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Ok the door thing towards the end, pure gold.
When I had a band saw accident and got a nice line along my index finger.
every one was freaking out except for the teacher and myself, the ambo came they Tried to reassure me that I'm going to be fine.
And I replied with, "I know I'm not going to die from a cut on the finger"
Took a selfie with the teacher and paramedics.
worst part of it was when the did a ring blocker in the hospital, which makes your whole finger numb, they pulled back the skin to check the ligaments and see if it needed cleaning. I'm not good with blood and stuff like that, so that made me a bit queasy.