I felt this incident deserved a post on its own, not just because it was completely unexpected and downright hilarious at the time, but you sort of get the feeling that the people in the ward are under a lot more stress than they let out.
“Noticed the solution bag attached to my IV had barely emptied since noon. Wasn’t until I received an injection of meds through the plug, and felt a sharp ‘pop’ in my vein before the liquid meds gushed through, that I found out my blood had clotted at the opening of the plug into my vein (the ‘pop’ was the clot coming loose).”
During my hospital stay, I managed to execute an unexpectedly popular microblogging event of my hospital experience (possibly due to my morphine-induced state; and these are all true accounts) on my Facebook profile that had everyone who was reading in stitches. Here are some of the best.
I was warded in hospital last week, and the most taxing part of the whole ordeal was really the fielding of questions when the wife and I decided to announce my hospitalisation. Here are our top 10 questions we feel you should never ask a guy when he gets hospitalised.
The doctor put me in a room with a bed for me to lie down, and asked one of her receptionist staff to call for an ambulance (she had to repeat it three times to her staff, and later I overheard a young voice asking, “What’s the number ah?”).