Tagged: humor

Blogroll Addition

A confession: I used to talk in my sleep. And walk. And do all sorts of strange things. Still do sometimes, but CPAP has done wonderful things for me. Ask my wife or Preceptor/Partner.

Ben over at The Insomniac’s Guide to Ambulances pointed me to the Sleep Talkin’ Man. I’ve added him to the Blogroll. Go have a read and a laugh, but do be careful. Some of it is NSFW.

HIPAA Mad Libs II

Another Mad Libs submission, this one from EMT-P/RN/BSN/sister Rescu82. For the backstory on what this is all about, read this post.

We arrived at Fryeburg Fair for a reported hangnail. The reporting party said Tyler was doing laundry when she lost her balance, resulting in an explosion that caused an illness.

Casco Rescue moved quickly to apply an LMA and extricated the patient to the awaiting roller skates. In the back I started a surgical airway and rapidly shifted gears to the alcohol swab. I charged the blood stopper to Samoset and pressed the “Easy” button. The smell was intense. The patient’s eyeball had caught fire, literally, as a result of the Foley care despite my use of a Diesel bolus.

Needless to say the accepting Dr. Roby at Northern Cumberland Memorial Hospital was not at all amused at our predicament and immediately started Lasix.

HIPAA Mad Libs

Happy over at HMHQ penned a ‘HIPAA Friendly Post’ recently. He commented that if he removed anything potentially identifiable (instead of changing it), his resulting posts would look like Mad Libs.

I love Mad Libs.
Read his post, then come back.
I sent the resulting blanks to a few friends, and here are the results.
First up is Mrs. Mack505. She has no medical training, but has lived with me for a long time:

We arrived at 167 Dyke Mtn Rd for a reported ETOH with extreme wooziness. The reporting party said their brother’s son’s uncle in law was polishing the floor when he lost his balance, resulting in a defenestration that caused a subdermal hematoma.

The Maine DOT moved quickly to apply barf bag and extricated the patient to the awaiting belt-driven hay baler. In the back I started a subdermal follicle removal and rapidly shifted gears to the oxomometer. I charged the Banana Bag to 42 dark and pressed the red button. The smell was intense. The elbow had caught fire, literally, as a result of the application of adhesive dermal patch, despite my use of 26ml of Ringer’s Lactate.

Needless to say the accepting Family Clinic at Deep South Maine Hospice was not at all amused at our predicament and immediately started 12ml demerol.


More results when I get them.