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IJAM: Things I Learn From My Patients (the thread, not safe for sanity)
Sixty-six pages of things you should never, ever try in real life. Because someone else did and the results were not pretty.
Here's just two samples from page 51. Toggleboxed since they're a bit gruesome.
Not in EM, but on the Emergency Response Team at work...7 steps to a good time.
1. Microwave Hot Pocket, paying no attention to recommended times or wattage of appliance. 2. Gaze with longing at boiling cheese-like sauce congealing onto microwave sleeve. 3. Pick up product and drop immediately onto counter, cursing finger burns. 4. Resolve to get every bit of cheese-sauce you paid for - Pick it up again, resist the burning finger tips, and LICK the bubbling cheese off the sleeve. 5. Drop food again, cursing and screaming for the burning sauce stuck to your tongue. 6. Decide the best way to remove flaming material is to quickly and erraticaly slice/scrape it off with nearby plastic knife, thereby giving yourself mutliple lacerations to the tongue and lips... 7. With bleeding tongue hanging out, deny everything to your manager (me) who observed the scenario from across the cafeteria, while someone calls for additional ERT assistance because you are bleeding all over the counter.
Ex-spouse (SMOTE-Stupidest Man On The Earth) actually tasted the white powder in a can that washed up on the Jesrey shore in 1975. Landlord wnet beachcombing after a big storm and found a lrge, baked bean type can wothout labels, marks, or identification. Upon opening there was a clear plastic bag with white powedr in it. Stupid tasted it-3 times, mind you- and declared in his most authoritative voice that he did not know what it was. neither did I - but I had my suspicions (which proved to be very wrong)- and was not tasting the unknown white powder. After pouring it all out on the table (which to this day I still do not understand the 'why' for that action) we all heard a metallic 'thunk'. Discovering the brass coin in the pile of we discovered the nature of the white powder. The coin was from some north jersey crematorium.So- mystery solved. We knew what the powder was- just not who. Important lesson learned- do not taste anything- or anyone- if you don't know the origin.
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