What is the funniest hospital experience as a patient?
Not the patient, but the girlfriend of the patient, and the comment related to both of us, so I figured the story was worth a share!My husband (then boyfriend) was stuck in the weak immunity wing of the hospital for several months while he was battling leukemia. At the time, he and I were pretty much inseparable. I even slept on the window seat in his room most nights, and the nurses never objected. We were also young and in love and apparently very cute.We were both on a first name basis with all the nurses and they liked us very much because generally we were very positive and funny. Anyway, one nurse that was a favorite of ours fondly commented to us that we reminded her of her sister and her fiancé when he had cancer. She said they were always together and they were very cute.I said that was very sweet and asked what happened with them.She audibly choked, and quickly backpedaled, in a panic as she said, “oh, well… he died…” She then spoke the next sentence very fast as she explained, “but that was over ten years ago and the advancements have come a really long way and he had a different kind of cancer that was further along, etc…”My boyfriend and I just laughed, offered our condolences and reassured her that it was fine, and we legitimately were not bothered by her comment. Sure, it’s best not to mention death to someone in a cancer wing, but it’s not like we were oblivious to the fact that people can die from cancer, and it wasn’t like she brought it up on purpose. It was an honest mistake but to this day I get a kick out of picturing that panic stricken look on her face, just because it was very sweet of her to be so worried, even though it was entirely unnecessary. She really was such a nice lady and an excellent nurse but that slip up was classic!
What are some unbelievable ER stories?
I was a med student in the Hopkins ER on "check day." This referred to the day when public assistance checks were received in the mail. Inevitably this would lead to an escalation of partying and mayhem in East Baltimore. Everyone knew when "check day" was; the patients, physicians and nurses all referred to it that way. The ER got particularly busy on hot humid summer nights when folks would congregate on the stoops of row houses, bottles of forty ounce Colt 45 (and similar fortified beverages) in brown paper bags..A call came from the paramedics that they were bringing in a man "with a bicycle in his nose." In an ER that had seen just about every permutation of bizarre "knife and gun club" incidents, this had everyone stumped.Sure enough, the patient was brought in in a wheelchair, with the front forks of a bicycle (no wheels) embedded deep in the bridge of his nose. He had been in a fight and his assailant weaponized the nearest object which was now buried deep in his victim's ethmoid sinus region. We took an x-ray; the ENT resident and his crew came down and they just stared at it for about ten minutes. No one knew what to do.After conferring with multiple colleagues he came to a decision."Let's pull it out" he announcedWith several sets of hands, that's exactly what they did.Afterwards, a Baltimore police officer asked the intoxicated patient if he knew the name of the perpetrator. "His name is 'dead man'" came the response. And the cop wrote it down, word for word.This brings to mind a different story.I was on the medical service and we admitted a comatose man from the ER to the neurological service.Each day on rounds, our chief resident would ask the patient a series of "mini-mental status questions (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Min...), typically limited to orientation to name, location, date. For several days there was no response. The patient remained somnolent. Then, on the sixth or seventh day we stopped by the gentleman's room and the resident asked the same questions. "Do you know your name?" No answer. "Do you know where you are? No answer."Do you know what today is?" Not a moment passed. "Check day" came the patient's response. And he was right.
What is the strongest part of building?
Are you expecting a tornado , typhoon or an attack by North Korea?Is that your purpose to get your house built for such purposes ? .. I ‘m just kidding !A 6 -feet tall Roman soldier is comparable to a building , so to speak !Leg & feet : Piling ( of the house ) is the most important to hold the building firm and withstand any lateral impact.Body Armour & Belt : Structure of the building e.g. columns and walls , to keep the occupants safe and sound .Helmet : Roof ( concrete roof is the best ) to protect and ward off any windstorm and falling object, rainstorm , hailstones or falling ice .Sword & Javelin : Windows with double Glazing to shut off the unwanted noises and Solid doors to deter intruders .Lastly , every soldier needd to regular maintain his sword and javelin in working conditions , it means that every building needs ‘ upkeeping ‘ to be forever strong .Can you tell which part of the Roman soldier is the strongest .?Your house will survive the ‘tornado ‘ if you keep your house strong from piling to roof , so to speak .Btw. do I answer your question ?
What does "engine cranking" mean? What happens if it doesn't crank?
Engine cranking is a term used for the turning over, or energizing the engine by some exterior force, normally a starter, but in the old days is was a "crank" that was turned by hand. It comes from the "crankshaft" which is the part of the engine that spins with the pistons and drives them to start and then is driven by them once the engine starts.This turning starts the engine through it's cycle where the gasoline is injected and the spark is sent to the cylinder to start the engine.Battery companies use an engine cranking test to show how strong their batteries are in certain conditions.In engine diagnosis, when the car fails to start, the ability to turn over or crank determines where to look for the fault. If the starter cannot crank the engine, there is probably an electrical problem with it or the battery. A jump start with another battery can determine if it is the bad battery. A jump start by pushing a manual transmission car, or even cranking with a wrench on the pulley of the crankshaft can determine if there is a physical obstruction in the engine (locked up, rusted, timing chain failure, etc.). If it cranks, or spins, but does not start, the starting system is not at fault and the mechanic looks to fuel or electrical problems with the engine.So in describing a problem, saying it doesn't crank starts to tell us the problem. Cranks but does not start is a whole new ball game.
What happens if a child is left at school and nobody is available to pick them up?
As far as I've seen, if it's been a significant amount of time and no emergency contacts can be reached, then the police or child services are called.I've had a few experiences with this. Some parents are just running late. Parents in emergency situations usually call or designate an emergency contact, but not always. Miscommunication is also common, and usually results in a panicked parent immediately rushing in to get the child.With young children, there's sometimes (but not always) an afterschool daycare program or a designated responsible adult who can't leave the child until they have a way home.The most recent experience I had with an unclaimed child was while working at a children’s summer school program. All of the elementary children, including the 12 I was responsible for, were dropped off at 9am and were supposed to be picked up at noon. My shift ended at 12:15pm, but I decided to hang around and wait for the last of my kids to get picked up.By 12:30pm, all 600 kids are gone except for two of mine.I tried to distract them while other staff called their parents, grandparents, aunts, cousins, etc. We played Simon Says for half an hour. Then we played charades for another 30 minutes. By 2pm, everyone was starving so we pooled quarters and single dollar bills until there was enough money to send a staff person to McDonalds for a couple cheeseburgers. Out of boredom, the kids and I helped janitorial to clean up the building. At some point they realized no one was coming for them and they cried for a bit. Then we built a fort out of stuff from the lost and found, and they took a nap.At nearly 6pm, the staff were seriously talking about calling the authorities. Just as I reluctantly begin dialing, a harried parent walked in, called to the children, and they left.The next day, the same parent calls in to complain. I never found out what the complaint was about, but I assume no one took it seriously. I wouldn't have done anything different.