A
MEDICAL MYSTERY.
Written after a hospital visit in 2008.
Written after a hospital visit in 2008.
Here's
a weird little episode from my recent week at the
hospital.
I was told not to eat or drink anything
for twelve hours before checking in.
After checking in there was a six hour delay before my surgery,
and then more hours of no eating or drinking
during surgery and after it was over.
I was told not to eat or drink anything
for twelve hours before checking in.
After checking in there was a six hour delay before my surgery,
and then more hours of no eating or drinking
during surgery and after it was over.
I
woke up starving and thirsty,
but there was a sign on my room door that said "NPO".
but there was a sign on my room door that said "NPO".
NPO
is an abbreviation of the Latin "Non per os"
or
"Nothing by mouth".
This
is like the Catholics calling the Bingo numbers in
Latin
so
the Protestants can't win.
I had
a new nurse who was friendly enough,
but
not the type who would sneak you stuff.
She
said I would probably get food and drink soon,
but
not to have anything until she found out for sure..
A few
minutes later a tray of beautiful food was wheeled in.
I
thought that maybe the nurse had worked it out for me,
but I
also thought that it might be a mistake.
I put
that out of my mind and began eating.
Just
then the nurse walked in and said "Who gave you that
food?"
Between
gulps I said "Didn't you order it?"
She
raised her voice and said, "I gave you specific orders
not to eat..."
I
started eating faster.
She
was getting louder
when I noticed a huge cherry cobbler on the far side of the tray
and went for it.
when I noticed a huge cherry cobbler on the far side of the tray
and went for it.
She
yelled and I ate at full speed ahead.
She
threw up her hands and stormed out of the room.
Speaking
of "threw up",
later
that night I barfed up something that appeared to be
extra-terrestrial,
and
the whole hospital went into red alert.
They
rushed samples of my output to the lab,
and
somebody thought I was poisoned.
Someone
else mentioned carbolic acid,
and others suspected internal bleeding.
and others suspected internal bleeding.
I had
a crowd around my bed
and staff members running in and out of the room.
and staff members running in and out of the room.
Then
the news came back from the laboratory:
"No
sign of poison, blood or anything harmful."
I
guess the lab technicians weren't looking for cherry
cobbler.
Jack
Blanchard
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