Warning: These stories are not for the faint of heart
We’ve all experienced medical emergencies in our lives that forced us to go to the hospital for some emergency care. Sometimes, those events can be quite bloody, gory, or downright disgusting. Hospital workers have seriously seen it all, and while they handle it pretty well at the time, it doesn’t mean that the things they come across don’t haunt their dreams for a while. The sights, and smells, can stay with you for the rest of your life.
I volunteered as a nursing assistant at the local hospital. On the first day I was there, I was asked if I’d like to assist in bathing an elderly patient. I was told he was near comatose, riddled with cancer and was on Death’s door. I agreed but nothing could prepare me for the sight of him.
His pallid skin was stretched over his bones and his eyes were dull and staring. Most of his skin was purple where his blood vessels had ruptured. He couldn’t even speak and screamed when myself and the other nurse had to roll him over. He was constantly injected with morphine because of the pain. Two days later he passed away. I decided the medical profession wasn’t for me. (Squeeples)
A morbidly obese man had died in a cheap motel room with the heat cranked up and wasn’t found for several days. By the time we got him to the morgue he was horribly bloated from decomp gas and was purple and green all over. There was lots of skin slip.
Our forensic pathologist went to make the initial Y incision, and the force of the escaping gas blew gore all over us and the ceiling while making a sound like a wet balloon with the air being pinched out. We all paused for a moment as the worst stank I have ever smelled enveloped the room like something that had crawled out of Satan’s anus.
Then we burst out laughing because it was all we really could do. [deleted user]
A few years back when I was a medical student I was doing my primary care rotation when I had to see a morbidly obese lady for a gynecologic issue. She said she was having a lot of itching and soreness in her vagina. Even as I set up for a pelvic exam I could already tell it wasn’t gonna be good. I could smell a foul odor already and I haven’t even looked. I was gloving up when I got so nauseated and I was about to get sick. So I excused myself and lied to my attending that I had a problem taking a look in her cause she was so obese and I didn’t have much experience with such a challenge.
A few minutes later my attending calls for me to show me what he found. I go in with my mask and there my attending dangles this cylindrical object covered with bloody debris. It was a tampon. She apparently had difficulty removing it a week ago. The embarrassed patient was crying and I felt bad but I had to step out of the room cause I was starting to regurgitate my saliva and was about to puke. [deleted user]