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Re: Re: Covered in Blood
by Rogue (Rogue@skew.org)
on May 08, 2002 - 12:02 PM
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As many bad experiences as I have had with medical people, I have kept a pretty good ratio of giving back bad experiences. Once I had committed suicide and was lying in the ER just listening to my body being totally silent (and the obligatory obnoxious machine screaming a flatline) and pondering my next move, waiting for the light, listening to people's thoughts, all that fun stuff, and this nurse comes in training another nurse and announces "these machines just do this sometimes, you just turn them off for a few minutes and they'll be better in a minute". This display of raw incompetence annoyed me and her interrupting my exploration of death infuriated me, so I restarted my body and projectile vomited on her back as she was walking away from the foot of the bed...without spilling a drop on myself or the trainee. She'll remember that one for a while, I'm sure, since it smelt of ethylene glycol and I painted her with it like Tom Sawyer.
That was the most normal part of that experience, but I won't bore you with details except to say that the treatment for ethylene glycol poisoning is ethyl alcohol on an I.V. drip which will make you sweat Jim Beam and keep you drunker than you had previously thought possible, and that they really should tell you how to properly remove those huge catheters in case you decide to up and walk out one day AMA. :-D
So does the alcohol qualify this as a drunk story?
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