DisneyMom wrote:hehehe :twisted:
Yeah,we get those "Sword Masters" in Urgent Care,screaming their head off to get a couple stitches
Old Dudes usually come in with large wound held together by Duct Tape,saying, "My Wife made me come in....."
Reminds me of my youngest daughter, the Lil' Husker/future vet. She called to be picked up from her boy friends house. I got there and she was standing with three boys who all looked ashen faced. Turned out she and the boys decided to play explorer and cut a trail through the under brush. The missing kid was whacking the weeds and managed to implant it into his thigh.
The paramedics had already hauled him off to the ER so on the drive home I decided to make it a teaching opportunity. I asked if the blood was spurting or flowing, did any of them know what pressure points and direct pressure were, stuff like that. The boys were still freaked out but my kid actually got on the web and was able to answer my questions.
Oh yeah, they used Duct Tape to close the wound. The paramedics tore it off.
Here's another ER story:
This is a complete reprint from an article Medical Aspects of Human
Sexuality, July 1991, by Dr. William A. Morton, Jr. MD.
Scrotum Self-repair
One morning I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. She
directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem other
than to say that he "needed a doctor who took care of men's troubles."
The patient, about 40, was pale, febrile, and obviously uncomfortable, and
had little to say as he gingerly opened his trousers to expose a bit of
angry red and black-and-blue scrotal skin.
After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to remove
his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling stained
gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a
grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag laceration, oozing pus
and blood, extended down the left side of the scrotum.
Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some
half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were.
Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the machine
shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself with a
heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one-inch staples of the
type used in putting up wallboard.
We x-rayed the patient's scrotum to locate the staples; admitted him to the
hospital; and gave him tetanus antitoxin, broad-spectrum antibacterial
therapy, and hexachlorophene sitz baths prior to surgery the next morning.
The procedure consisted of exploration and debridement of the left side
of the scrotal pouch. Eight rusty staples were retrieved, and the skin
edges were trimmed and freshened. The left testis had been avulsed and
was missing. The stump of the spermatic cord was recovered at the
inguinal canal, debrided, and the vessels ligated properly, though not much
of a hematoma was present. Through-and-through Penrose drains were
sutured loosely in situ, and the skin was loosely closed.
Convalescence was uneventful, and before his release from the hospital
less than a week later, the patient confided the rest of his story to me.
An unmarried loner, he usually didn't leave the machine shop at lunchtime
with his co-workers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the regular
practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the canvas
drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of running machinery. One day, as
he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too close to
the belt. When his scrotum suddenly became caught between the
pulley-wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a
few feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too
stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work.
I can only assume he abandoned this method of self-gratification.
