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Funny experiences while in the Hospital

dilaurodilauro ConnecticutPosts: 13,522
I think that anyone who has had surgery, has a lot of painful stories to talk about. The pain levels, waiting for the next pain medication to be given, etc

But I am also sure that many people have experienced something really funny during their stay at the hospital due to surgery.

Personally, I have two situations that I have always found comical.

Butterflys are Free
During my first surgery, I developed some complications, developed aspirated pneumonia, and could not get rid of a fever.
Back in 1978, a hospital stay for back surgery could be 4 to 5 days. I was in for over two weeks. Near the end of my stay, my wife had arranged for a private nurse to sit in with me during the night. I was having some judgement problems, so she felt having someone watch me would be good. (Now keep in mind, my wife works at this hospital and it was her friends that were basically baby sitting me). I had many flowers and plants in my room, and one of them was a miniature orange tree.
That one night, without warning, these HUGE green and red butterflies burst out of the oranges and started to fly around the room, zooming past my head. I was nervous, I had no idea what these creatures wanted. Slowly, they started to eat my blankets from the bottom up. I tried my best to get the attention of the babysitting nurse, but she didnt notice me. But she was totally awake, reading a book. I was getting real upset. These huge and growing butterflies were multiplying. In a short time, there were over a hundred in my room. I had no real weapon to defend myself, but in the draw by the table the hospital issued Toothbrush and comb were handy. I tried to catch one of those beasts with those tools but was unsuccessful. A few minutes later, the nurse babysitter came over to me, since I was standing on the bed and said I was sweating and drenched. So got me back into bed and started to do vital signs. I panted and said, did you see those butterflies? The look on her face told me everything.
Finally, when I was released from the hospital, I took all the plants and flowers home. Except, I left that dangerous, diabolic dwarf orange tree behind. I was no dummy, I wasnt going to bring that home so, those butterflies could take over my house

Care for a Smoke
Back in 1978, smoking in the hospital was no big deal. In fact, as a patient, I had an ashtray by my bedside. Ok, no
open up your eyes, heart and ears. This was the 70's and that was a time for Love,Peace and Drugs. My brother in law smuggled in a few of those funny cigarettes. So, around 2:00 in the morning, I decide to lite one up. But of course not to alarm the staff, I opened the window by my bed and did the smoking under the covers. All that was fine, UNTIL, I dropped the funny cigarette in the bed, but couldnt find it. After a short time, I could smell the bed burning! Heck, I couldnt call the nurse, after all I was doing something perhaps illegal. But then besides the smell, there was smoke coming from under my covers. Pushed the call button a hundred times and the nurse came in. She was startled by the smoke , asked if I was allright and then called for maintenance to take care of the situation. Within a few minutes there were about a thousand people in my room Fire type of people, Police type of people and hospital type of people. That had me dress properly since I had to get out of the bed. It only took them a minute or two to put out the blaze... Blaze, it was a tiny smoldering!
After it was all done and people were leaving, one of the fire type of people came over to me and handed me the remains of that funny cigarette. His only comment was Next time you want to party, invite a few others

I am sure that many of you have stories like this to share. Please post them here and give us a good laugh.
Humor can be the best medicine.
Ron DiLauro Veritas-Health Forums Manager
I am not a medical professional. I comment on personal experiences 


  • karenikkareni Posts: 58
    edited 05/03/2013 - 4:41 AM
    While I was in the hospital (a couple of weeks ago) they have these new hospital bracelets that they scan whenever they come and give you medicine. I thought originally it was to keep track of the meds they give you, which is probably one main reason but then I realized "oh they are charging me every time they scan me". So whenever I would call the nurse and they would scan me I would say cha ching. It was something that kept me amused while in there. I received the eob online, it's not so funny now. Thank heavens for insurance that's all I gotta say!
  • So my last surgery.... I had not eaten in days... and my hospital room was a private room with a small bathroom. Anyways, I was on the throne and because I hadn't eaten in days... there really wasn't any poop just some major gas... During this lovely time my nurse walked in, heard me "blowin' in out" looked at my husband and said, "I guess she isn't going to need this laxative."
    33yo mom of two. My surgical history...preadolescence scoliosis, kyphosis, and a hot mess.... 5 spine surgeries and lots of items added I wasn't born with (titanium, peek, surgical steel). Guess cremation is out. TSA loves me.
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  • jlrfryejjlrfrye ohioPosts: 1,111
    edited 06/27/2013 - 11:08 PM
    I wake up being rude, loud , obnoxius and hateful. I dont remember any of this but my family and friends sure do, My last surgery everytime the nurses would walk in the room they would start giggling or tell me to shut up. After having a melt down to my best friend about how rude the nurse was and telling her I was going to turn her into her supervisor for such rude behavior " She told me to SHUT UP" My best friend goes to the end of the bed and pulls a homemade sign off the footboard that my family and friends had put there. It said " I am usually a nice person and am rude after every surgery. Just tell me to shut up and I will "
  • Susan, That's hysterical! I have two more. Like millions of Americans I have cold sores. Cold sores *generally* only come one at a time and on one side of the face. I'm one of the lucky ones that get them on both sides. Anyways, after my surgeries last summer I developed thrush and cold sores SURROUNDED my mouth (supposedly because my body was so weak). Well, I don't honestly remember this. One day recently I was going through my phone looking for a picture and I found all of these pictures of me "posing" and pointing to my mouth like this. I showed it to my husband and was like, "What is this?" He just started laughing saying I'd ask every nurse that came in to take pictures of me and my "new lips". Apparently I was so out of it I thought I had gotten cosmetic lip injections and wanted pictures.

    The second... after I found out about my "new lips" I decided to go through back my facebook account. There is this picture of me looking AWFUL with my back brace on the outside of my clothes, a walker, a PT with a chair behind me and a PT helping me with my walker (looking totally harassed), hair WILD and of course I looked strung out on drugs (because I was). I was so embarrassed and kept asking my husband, "Who authorized this?" He again starting laughing saying that I wouldn't let it go that I kept DEMANDING that they take a picture of me "Walking out of this hospital" and wouldn't cooperate with the PT until he showed me it posted to facebook. I'm thinking next surgery I'm leaving my phone at home.
    33yo mom of two. My surgical history...preadolescence scoliosis, kyphosis, and a hot mess.... 5 spine surgeries and lots of items added I wasn't born with (titanium, peek, surgical steel). Guess cremation is out. TSA loves me.
  • I was in with what turned out to be major knee reconstruction in 1982. An outpatient service morphed into a 7-day stay real quick. I had an assortment of characters visiting me. I was in a room at the end of the hall and the nurses were often just not there. I recall hanging out the window of an empty room next door smoking something hand-rolled. All my guests drank beer out of fast food cups with straws. The best was when my girlfriend came to visit after work wearing a short skirt, she was easily persuaded to ditch the undies and hop into bed with me. My bed had an overhead rail with some rings hanging off it, came in real handy. We got tidied up after the fun and in walks a nurse... could have been funny.

    Diagnosis: Thoracic facet syndrome & cervical and thoracic radiculopathy from car accident trauma.
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  • gfishggfish Pittsburgh PAPosts: 240
    Yes. My first heart ablation. I had a remote heart monitor on and the nurses could see at the desk what was going on with it. I was really board on my floor. So I took a walk to the cafeteria, get a snack to bring back to the room. And yes, in my hospital robe.  Well...I didnt know you had to stay on your floor. So when I left the floor, my monitor was reading a flat line at the deck. They all ran to an empty bed. My roommate told them that i went for a walk, And asked if him if he wanted  anything.  So when I was getting off the elevator the janitor looked at me with a smile and said boy, they are all looking for you. I snuck back in my bed, my nurse came in, Guess my monitor said my heart is beating again. She was nice. Said if you needed something, I just need to ask. I thought it was funny. But they didnt.
    Greg fisher
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