ER Stories

I think I've said before, some of my favorite customers are ER nurses. They always have the best stories to tell. A woman was in earlier this week, and had a few.



The worst thing she's seen, she told Kat and I, was batteries. "Batteries?" Batteries that apparently came out of a toy somehow, and sat in the woman's vagina until they started to corrode. Which as you'd imagine, is pretty irritating to the delicate area. The smell was so bad apparently that when she came in about an irritation down there, and a smell, the doctor was so overwhelmed he had to don a surgical mask just to deal with it. The woman just didn't notice they'd gotten lost in there.



The other story she told us was a little better. A lot of women for pelvic exams get self conscious. In an effort to make life easier on the doctors and nurses, they'll clean themselves up before going in for the appointment. One woman was in a hurry, she grabbed a rag, wiped herself down, and dashed out the door. The room they do the exams in are quite small, with a spotlight pointing directly at the woman's bits. On this occasion the nurses weren't sure what to say. Finally they asked, "Was this on purpose?"

The woman looked down at them, "Was what?" "You're... well you're covered in glitter, is it a new fashion thing, or did you think we'd enjoy it?" The woman was mortified. Apparently her daughter had cleaned up her arts and crafts glitter project with the rag the woman had used to wipe down with.