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Had a patient come in the other night a little the worse for wear. A European in town on vacation, he had had waaaay too much to drink, fell down (several times) on the pavement, and had the head injuries to prove it. I went up to his bed where he was strapped to the backboard, lying in the c-spine collar, and decorated with his own dried blood, and asked him what happened. He looked up with me with a sparkle in his eyes and replied in a lovely Hibernian brogue, "I was being Irish."
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posted by Ben-Bob @ 10:44 PM
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4 Comments:
And what treatment can you prescribe for that?!
(How I adore San Francisco.)
How perfect. I hope he recovered nicely but thinks twice about his next drink.
oh man, this brings back memories of being an ER nurse in the Ozarks. Man with flashlight in his butt presents. We ask, "how did this get there?"
"I was looking for something."
While he was strapped to the backboard it would have been safe to ask "What's the difference between an Irish wake and an Irish wedding?", the answer to which (check first that those straps are secure) is "Well, boyo, there's one fewer drunks at the wake".
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