Sunday, February 17, 2008

Drumroll Please..........

Cathy stood in the hallway with the adult diaper in her hand. She was telling her RN that something wasn't right with the patient's stool.

"Just smell it," she said. "It's not right."

"I'm not going to smell it!" Lucy replied. "What the hell?"

"I'm telling you - something's not right! Wait, let me......" Cathy brought the diaper up to her face and licked it.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!" We heard Lucy yell.

Laughter surrounded her as we all knew Cathy had put chocolate pudding on the diaper. Lucy about shit herself watching Cathy lick that diaper.

Medical people are a quirky lot. We have to relieve tension with laughter and joking or we would never survive our shift, let alone our career. I am lucky enough to work with people who enjoy a good joke, whether receiving or giving.

We have a Paramedic who is insanely in love with his rig. I'm talking on the verge of a psychological disorder. Ripe for the picking in other words, and boy did I do the picking.

I took a picture of his rig and made about 20 For Sale posters with his work extension on it. I hung them all over the hospital and got everyone to call him asking about buying his rig. All for the low, low price of $5,000.

His vehicle was worth well over $50,000.

Approximately one hour into the shift I see Paramedic Pete charging through the doors of the ER. For some reason I felt the need to run.


Poor sport.

"THAT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY JULIE! NOT ONE BIT FUNNY!" he yelled again. By this time his face was red, spittle was flying out of his mouth, and he was shaking his fist in the air.

Oh my.

I couldn't help it - I started laughing. He just looked so damn funny. That calmed him down a bit and he started snickering.

"Damn you, leave my car alone," he smiled as he walked away.

Five days later, I was drenched with a basin full of water as I was walking out of the trauma bay, stripping off my yellow gown. I stood there sputtering and trying to breathe through the 2 cups of water that I inhaled right as it hit.

I heard laughter all around me.

"I told you to leave my car alone," I heard Pete say through his laughter.

"I .....cough cough......think I ......sputter, cough, snort......need......cough......intubated," I gasped.

Dr Q walked by just at that time, slapped me on the back and said "Nah - if you can talk, you can breathe."


The T-Dude said...

My father was a library director and he and his secretary used to pull pranks on each other all the time. For example, she was deathly afraid of snakes. So, of course, once every six months or so, my dad would go buy a good rubber snake and hide it in her desk or in her typewriter etc. The blood curdling screams were just precious.

Ecnalubma08 said...

you guys are great!

Melissa said...

Oh man, that's classic.
I love funny people, but who doesn't?