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Ed Kennell

The Good, Bad, Ugly, and Funny

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squonk

Last year I ran the gamut at Hospitals. (And I don't mean working there either! :)) Before my shoulder surgery they asked me who I was and why I was there a dozen times. The last one was the anesthesia doc. Before he could utter a sound I rattled off all the info.

 

Before my knee surgery, I critiqued the docs' artwork he made on my knee with a sharpie. He said He'ld doanother one on my other knee if I liked.

 

Before my heart cath, They jammed an IV into my left forearm that sent me to the moon in pain. I almost clobbered the nurse!. The heart doc offered me a margarita before the procedure to relax! then I had to pee right in the middle of it. One nurse jammed a bottle under my blankie and said have at it. I must have pee'd 10 times in an hour after it was over! :)

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roadapples

Funny now, but sure glad everything worked out all right...And I`ve noticed too that those 40 year olds are starting to look better...uh..I mean younger..

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DougC

Glad it didn't ALL leak out, boy your wife would have been mad at you...... :lol:

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953 nut

So glad Mrs. K was there and the nurses were so quick.

18 minutes ago, DougC said:

Glad it didn't ALL leak out, boy your wife would have been mad at you...... :lol:

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While I was in rehab following last summer's surgery a very young Physical Therapy nurse was helping with my exercises and I made a comment about how competent she was at her age; she showed me pictures of her grandchild!

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dcrage

You guys realize all of the quizzing and body art work prior to procedure/surgery is the MDs/hospitals attempts to make sure they do the correct procedure on the right patient. Made me feel better when I had a retinal procedure a couple of years ago when every person who talked to me all the way to the surgeon himself 'quizzed' me. 

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SPINJIM

Glad to hear you're doing ok now.  Sometimes those nurses take better care of you than the doctors.   I had a heart cath in the groin, and the doctor didn't wait long enough for the local anesthetic to take effect before he thrust the cath needle in.  I rose about a foot off of the stretcher, and almost took a swing at the doc.    The nurse told me later the that doctor had a reputation for being kind of rough.

 

My daughter is an RN, an she takes more personal interest in their patients than most of the doctors do.   THANK A NURSE .:greetings-clappingyellow:

 

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rmaynard

Glad all is well Ed. I can't say enough good about the nursing staff when I had my back surgery. Some are better than others, but without them, doctors would look bad. 

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Ed Kennell
16 hours ago, DougC said:

Glad it didn't ALL leak out, boy your wife would have been mad at you...... :lol:

 

I can only imagine Doug,   She joined forces with the nurse scolding me as it was. 

 

:angry-tappingfoot:  Didn't I tell you not to move !     :angry-cussingargument:   He never did take instruction very well.

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JC 1965

Glad all the tests were good Ekennell. I like the way you describe the blood color as Regal Red. Just goes to show you that this  :wh: addiction can get in your blood.    :ychain:

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ztnoo

My dad, who graduated from med school (1944) during WWII, was in Japan after the war for a year and a half with the Army Air Force, then established himself as a general practitioner (known as a family physician today) in a small Indiana town of about 6,000. His clientele included four generations of some families and he did everything, as it was required in those days of few specialists in smaller towns and rural areas......x-raying and setting broken bones, sewing up accident wounds, delivering babies, practicing industrial medicine at a local glass factory under retainer, treating kids with ear aches and sore throats, administering uncounted injections of penicillin and other meds of the era in ye ole gluteus maximus after the intended recipient "dropped drawers", making thousands of "house calls" (yeah the doc went to see the patient, not the other way around), assisted in surgery usually at least a couple of times a week, and participated in "school roundups" (at that time a physical exam by a physician was required for a child to enter school in Hoosierland). Generally, whatever needed to be looked after in a non-emergency situation, he did. He did officially take an afternoon off mid-week, but that often went up in smoke because of patient needs.

 

He was basically on call 24/7 in my hometown, and he was well respected for what he did and how he ministered to people with his medical skills. Realistically though, his medical practice wasn't restricted to just physical medicine. He counseled with patients about personal and family problems, their phobias, their hangups, their anger, grief over a love one's death, etc., advising as he saw fit to give them what relief he could from their mental angst, dilemmas, and emotional crisis. This included topics such as out-of-wedlock pregnancies (a big, judgmental, rather unsavory situation in the '50s and early '60's), physical abuse, contagious conditions such as gonorrhea and syphilis, and on, and on, and on. Whatever was on a patient's mind, my dad was likely to hear about it once his personal office door was closed. He, in so many ways, served the same function as priests and ministers did, and still do. More often than not, he became a Father Confessor, not necessarily by his choice, but by his intimate position of trust with this patients. People would tell him things they wouldn't necessarily tell a priest......meaning the really bad, and the really ugly. All this was before HIPAA, and its staunch legal guidelines regulating patient confidentiality. My dad followed HIPAA's guidelines decades before it became law, because he felt that was his moral responsibility as a personal medical caregiver, and as such, was considered by his patients to be a confidant. They could always talk to and tell "Doc" anything. He knew way too much about people (their flaws and sins) and events (meaning the bad and embarrassing stuff).

 

Part of my dad's method of practicing medicine which is a very serious moral and ethically commitment to his fellow man, was having a healthy dose of humor at the ready, to be administered, at a moment's notice, but in the proper situation, at the proper time. He always had a long list of jokes and funny stories cataloged, ready to be used on cue. His patients loved him for his story telling almost as much as for his medical and professional skills.

Shortly after my dad retired in Dec. 1989, someone said to him at one of his retirement parties, "Doc, you should write a book!"

Dad thought a few seconds and then replied, "I could, but I'd have to leave town."

He decided not to become a local historian and literary figure.......

 

"Doc" (April 28, 1920- June 30, 2011)

 

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Ed Kennell

Great tribute. Thanks for sharing.

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