Category: Health & Body

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It’s A Sticking Point

| Brisbane, QLD, Australia | Employees, Health & Body

(I’m incredibly allergic to the adhesives used in medical tapes and stickies. I’ve just had a test where they monitor my heart with a portable ECG for 24 hours. They place sticky tabs all over my chest to attach wires. I had a really bad reaction to them. I’m at my cardiologist getting the results and talking about buying my own monitor.)

Me: “Will it need me to use more stickies?”

Cardiologist: “No, some of them let you just put your finger on them.”

Me: “Good because my skin got really burnt from the last ones.”

Cardiologist: “You need to tell them you are allergic.”

Me: “Why? They can’t do anything.”

Cardiologist: “They can use different stickies.”

Me: “Yeah, but I’m allergic to the adhesive not the sticky…”

Cardiologist: “Yep… No point telling them.”

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Losing Your Appetite For Private Care

| UK | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I am 15. A nurse perforates my eardrum while syringing it, which is incredibly painful, and is left to heal naturally for months. When it doesn’t, I have to have a myringoplasty to repair it. My parents pay for a private room, and after my surgery I stay overnight in the hospital.)

Nurse: *takes pulse and BP* “Did you decide what you want for dinner yet?”

(I’m not a foodie, and rarely have an appetite.)

Me: “No, I’m not really hungry.”

Nurse: “It doesn’t matter. You have to eat something.”

(I eventually give in and agree to eat a boiled egg. When this is brought to me, I take two bites and promptly vomit them back up along with everything else in my stomach. I’m too weak from my head surgery to even sit up on my own. I press the button to get a nurse, but there’s no response. After five minutes, I press it again. Another five minutes pass and a nurse finally appears.)

Nurse: *walks in, sees me literally LYING IN A POOL OF VOMIT, and impatiently tells me* “Yes, we’ll be with you in a minute.”

(And this, my friends, was in a private hospital.)

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Not Sue-ted To Sue

| Canton, OH, USA | Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Health & Body

(My family likes to go a family restaurant. It has free popcorn in the front of the store. I accidentally burn my hand on the kettle.)

Me: “AUGH!”

Worker: “Oh, my goodness, are you okay?”

(They give me ice and quickly serve us. I’m in the middle of eating when I come to the conclusion that they were afraid I was going to sue them.)

Me: “Guys, I think they think we’re suing them.”

Dad: “We should probably take advantage of this.”

(We don’t and when I looked it up I found that I got second degree burns from it. Good food, though.)

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Christmas Music Can Be Drilling

| VA, USA | Health & Body, Holidays, Musical Mayhem

(I am getting my wisdom teeth removed right before Christmas, as I’m on break for college. The practice has three dentists, all with Jewish names.)

Nurse: “Okay, we’ll give the shots a little while to work and then once you’re numb we can begin.”

(A few minutes pass, and we wait quietly while the radio plays carols in the office.)

Me: *drooling* “Okay, I’m definitely numb now.”

Dentist: “Great!”

(He reclines my chair, adjusts his glasses, and picks up a drill. I open my mouth.)

Dentist: “You know, I swear, if I hear any more of this d*** Christmas music, I’m going to kill someone!”

(He turns on the drill.)

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You Hanukkahn’t Keep Them Down

| Freeport, ME, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Customers, Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body

(I’m shopping with my two sons, ages five and seven, in early December.)

Cashier: *to my sons* “Are you kids excited for Christmas?”

Seven-Year-Old: “We’re not Christian, we’re Jewish. We get Hannukah!”

Five-Year-Old: “Meow!”

Cashier: “Well, it’s all the same to me; I think all religions are equally stupid.”

(This guy’s always been kind of rude, so I don’t bother replying to him. My five-year-old continues meowing quietly, my seven-year-old helps bag our groceries, and I dig around for my credit card to pay.)

Cashier: *to Five-Year-Old* “Do you want to hold onto your juice, or put it in the bag?”

(He gets another meow in reply.)

Cashier: *in a nasty tone, to Five-Year-Old* “That meowing is really annoying and rude. You need to knock it off.”

(I am so angry, for a moment I am speechless. But then…)

Seven-Year-Old: *in a calm, patient voice* “My brother’s autistic, and he doesn’t talk yet, but he loves animals. When he meows, he’s trying his best to be friendly, so you should try to be encouraging. And your mom should have taught you not to pick on people who are little, anyway.”

Five-Year-Old: “Meow!”

Cashier: “…”

(I was so proud of my boys that day!)