Out of the Mouth of Babes

Monday, November 8th, 2010

A young boy was brought into the dental practice where I work. Overall, his exam was good, but he did have a cavity that needed attention. We explained this to his mother, along with what the options were, but she wanted to give her son a role in the decision making process.

So very patiently, she explained to him that he had a hole in his tooth and it needed to be filled. “What would you like it to be filled with?”

Our patient thought about this very seriously before announcing he’d like “Chocolate, please!”

Contributed by Carol Z, Missouri

Loving Mrs. M

Monday, September 6th, 2010

To encourage patients to take deep breaths after surgery, nurses or respiratory therapists will teach the patient to use inspirometers. Several years ago, a popular model included a chamber with three plastic balls, which, when the patient blew into the mouthpiece hard enough, would rise to the top of the chamber.

The young male respiratory therapist had been working with 85-year-old Mrs. M every hour. She was growing weary. As he entered the room for the ninth time, the patient announced: “Looky here, sonny! You can just blow your own balls!”

Quote from Patty Wooten, RN

Some Enchanted Evening

Monday, September 6th, 2010

My father in law, who was dying of brain cancer, came home from a hospital stay. It was his and my mother in law’s anniversary so I suggested they invite a few friends over for dinner…

Jimmy managed to get out of bed to join us. The strain of feeding himself and the presence of guests were obviously tiring him. Knowing that he could not hear very well, my mother in law passed a note to me to give to him. I read it and got hysterical with laughter. She remembered what she wrote and laughed too.

The note read, “Happy Anniversary Dear. Do you want to go to bed?”

Jimmy read his wife’s note, looked across the table, and with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face said, “I would love to dear, but we have company!”

Quote from Allen Klein

Ask A Stupid Question

Monday, May 24th, 2010

The phone rings, and I pick it up to hear a man practically shouting. “My wife is pregnant, and her contractions are only two minutes apart!”

“Is this her first child?” I asked, getting ready to let the team know we’ve got a Mom-to-be coming in.

“No, you idiot!” he shouted at me. “This is her husband!”

Submitted anonymously from “The best OB practice in Texas!”

Granny’s Got It Going On

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

From Dr. Pat Raymond:

One of my fellow physicians told me about her granny — who they could only get to take her fiber supplements if allowed to mix it with gin and tonic water.

I expressed concerned that it would gel up into and undrinkable mess.

“No, s’okay”, my buddy claimed, “Granny likes them, she calls them her ‘geriatric jell-o® shooters’!”

Home on the Range

Monday, October 19th, 2009

A cowboy wandered into a doctor’s office to complain of his sore legs.

“I think you have phlebitis,” said the doctor.

“Plebites! There aren’t no fleas on me!”

Contributed by Kimberly M. Goebert. Do you have a favorite medical joke? Send it to Cindy@journalofnursingjocularity.com and we’ll share it with everyone!

Go Toward The Light…Really?

Monday, July 20th, 2009

‘Mary’ was a young woman on our unit dying of cancer. We all identified with her and loved her.

One night when my colleague Susan was turning her, Mary suddenly called out, “Susan— I’m going…” (more…)

Nurse Marge in Charge

Monday, June 29th, 2009

Dear Nurse Marge,

I am losing my faith in humanity — or my mind — and I can’t tell which!

Yesterday, I was taking patient information from an elderly gentleman.  And when we got to the complaint portion, he looked me dead in the eye and said, “I gots roaches.”

That’s not a diagnosis I ran into before.  I’m trying to figure out what he means by this.  His clothes aren’t the cleanest I’ve ever seen — maybe there’s something wrong at home. He didn’t have much in the way of hair, but maybe he was talking about lice?

So I’m asking those kind of delicate questions, because I didn’t want to embarrass him.  And he’s getting more and more agitated, because I’m not understanding him.

“Roaches!” he shouted.  “From the drinking!”

The light dawns. I don’t have a lot of experience in psychiatric nursing, but this must be some kind of alcohol induced hallucination.  Maybe a withdrawal symptom.

I ask him who his psychiatrist is.

He gets very indignant. “I don’t need a psychiatrist! I’m not crazy! I’ve got roaches in my liver from drinking, and they’re paining me something awful…”

Roaches in my liver.  Cirrhosis of the liver.

I finished getting his info and sent him along — but now I’m wondering: who was at fault here: the patient, for not knowing his diagnosis, or me, for not intuitively knowing that roaches in the liver means cirrhosis!  Am I ever going to get the hang of this?

Signed,

Bugging Out

Dear Bugging Out,

Short answer: No.  It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been a nurse, nor how experienced you are: patients are going to come to you with complaints you couldn’t even imagine, much less anticipate!  Don’t sweat it: think of it as your chance to revel in the complex, creative, innovative ways our patients regard their health.

After a while, you won’t even raise an eyebrow when a patient complains of blood clogs.

And you’ll know that Copper Toed Syndrome is actually Carpal Tunnel.

When a patient complains of Smiling, Mighty Jesus, you’ll know they don’t actually have a beef with the man upstairs.  They’ve got spinal menegitis.

Just hang in there.  It gets easier with time…or you get used to it!

Good Luck!

Nurse Marge

Some Things Never Die

Monday, February 2nd, 2009

I had a patient who was a 106-year-old character. One day I asked her, “Ms. Jones, how old were you when you stopped enjoying sex?”

She replied, “I don’t know, honey! You’ll need to ask someone older than me!”

from Renee Pope, RN