Doctors, when did you lie to a patient saying "I've seen it all before", but actually you haven't? 

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Narrator: "Can we get something less gross for the next story? Please??" Person in charge of gathering the stories: "Absolutely not."

In my story, I was the patient. I was diagnosed with brain cancer in 2015 at 16 years old. The tumor was removed with surgery, and my doctors claimed that they removed everything they could see. Unfortunately, that meant that they were unsure if they got it all, so they had my family and I travel to Philadelphia where they could perform Proton radiation on my head (This kind of machine was the only one available that was even within 1,000 miles of where my family lived. We had to stay at the Ronald McDonald house.) On my first day of treatment, the nurses briefed me on the potential side effects of this kind of therapy. They told me that sometimes you can have this 'weird blue flashing' in your eyes, as well as some mild nausea during treatment and afterwards. I went in and they strapped my head down, my face pointed upwards at the machine and my treatment started. The first few minutes were fine until I started to experience that blue flashing in my eyes. I didn't think anything of it, because I was warned that it was a possibility. Another few minutes go by, and for some reason, along with the blue flashing, a horrible burning smell began to develop in my nose that corresponded with the flashing. I tried to ignore it, but it just kept getting worse and worse as the flashing continued. Along with the nausea that came with the treatment, I was feeling extremely sick to my stomach. My face couldn't move, as it was locked down to the table in order to keep it still. I had to wave down the operators in the other room asking for help. I began to vomit inside of my face mask, and the operators had to rush in before I drowned in my own vomit. After I got out and cleaned up, I was feeling better and continued the treatment for the remainder of the duration, as my stomach felt better after throwing up. When I came out, and described to my doctors what had happened, they straight up told me that this had never happened before to any patient ever. Sadly, that was only my first treatment, and each treatment was the same. I had to use watermelon Vicks vapor rub under my nose, in order to mask the smell, and that helped some until I was finished. I'm pretty sure they use me as an example now in Philly when they brief patients on side effects. "One time we had this kid who..." hahahaha 😂 I can laugh about it now because it's over with, and I'm celebrating 8 years of being cancer free today!

When I was in the military, my Corpsman told me that when someone is hurt, you ALWAYS tell them it's not big deal and they will be OK, even if they know they are going to be dead in under a minute. Attitude plays a bigger part on survival on both the wounded and those caring for them.

"ive seen it all before" *watches in horror at the parkour ability of this game player*

The doctor in the second story needs a goddamn medal! The dude just straight up went and did a miracle, I am geniunely amazed.

Bro, the doctor that sewed the toddler's face together is AMAZING!!! That's probably the biggest highlight of his career, holy shit

As a kid, the doctor asked my mom if i could come back later so they could bring their med students in to see my throat, and if they could get pictures for the textbook they were writing because something about my strep throat was a super rare symptom and they were unlikely to see it in their lives otherwise. Mom (a teacher at the same university) said yes, and signed wavers, pictures were taken, a bunch of students ooh ahhed and asked me a bunch of questions about how I felt, and somewhere there is a picture of my throat in a medical textbook for being the weird kinda strep that feels just like normal strep but the spots are different colors and shapes.

I've only heard 2 of these injuries, and I'm already horrifyed. And I thought my dog bites were bad..

For number 8, the maggots may have actually kept the wound from getting much worse. They probably ate most of the necrotic flesh they was already there.

I remember someone talking about how he got a compound fracture in the leg. He was bleeding pretty badly, but the ER team that showed up were very reassuring. "You'll be fine, this is just another day for us. You'll be all good." That was enough to calm him down, assured that everything was fine. Fast forward about 3 or 4 months, recovery was going great, and the guy found out that some of the ER team that saved him were in the building. He asked to talk to them to thank them. He said that it was through their confidence in the situation that he figured everything was alright. One of the very first things one of the ERs said was "Yeah no, we thought you were a goner." Still laughs about it to this day

My dad suffered two strokes in quick succession, and got very frustrated afterwards because half his body was paralysed. Whilst initially being very depressed, even later revealing that he wanted to kill himself but lacked the mobility to do so, once treatment started showing the first successes he became very motivated and driven. He constantly asked for more therapy, and spent every opportunity to train his movement. He got to come home rather soon (my parents live only 15 minutes away from a clinic that specialises in recovery after a stroke, so my mom would drive him there in the morning and pick him up in the late afternoon). So my dad has been at home for a while and is generally doing fine, but in the later evening his right leg gets rather weak, causing him to limp. And his handwriting gets sloppier in the late hours. So he is kinda worried and asks his doctor whether that is normal. The doctor, who from the very beginning has always been very positive and encouraging, looks him in the eye and says: "No, this is not normal. Normal would be sitting in a wheelchair, slurring your words, and having a handshake like a dead man."

No matter what solution you use (but especially not bleach): do NOT douche the cat! It messes up your pH balance and can lead to an infection. It's a self-cleaning organ and you're better off cleaning externally (and I repeat: EXTERNALLY) with water or an extremely mild unscented soap. Also, the story about the kid being taken advantage of by his mother nearly made me cry. I hope he made it out okay.

They didn’t even lie to me. Two surgeons straight out said they had never seen anything like it and didn’t even have a name for it. I have Crohn’s disease and have many many many surgeries on my intestines, with any surgery you get scar tissue. After many surgeries you get a LOT of scar tissue. Anyway, I’d been having a tremendous amount out pain for a year (more then “normal” bad pain) and finally ended up in the ER and had to have an exploratory surgery, now all this happened on top of having endometrial cancer, and it just so happened my emergency came a couple days before my cancer surgery so they did both at the same time. What they found was bands of scar tissue wrapped around my intestines like rope around a hose. My intestines were so kinked up and knotted and my incredible pain was from the scar tissue slowly tightening around my intestines and finally blocking them all up. Major abdominal surgery that opened me up completely was no big deal after the torturous pain I’d been having for a year. My recovery pain was NOTHING compared to what I’d been living, that’s how bad it had been for me. My doctors and I just call what happened “kinkage” because we don’t know what else to call it.

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As to Story 17, i was another of those "Learning Moments", though not nearly that traumatic. When i was Pre-K they hauled an entire opthalmology teaching class at UCSF in to look at my eyes and told them "this is the first and last time you will ever see this". There's apparently pics of my eyes in medical textbooks.

Doctors are another kind of crazy. As someone who can‘t see blood and things that aren‘t how they should be without dropping to the floor i got hellish respect for everyone who does that voluntarily on a regular basis. 🥶

We knew a woman... I forget what routine-ish major surgery she went in for... but when the doctors opened up her abdomen they found that ALL of her organs were BLACK and LIQUIFIED. Meaning of course that she had been in this awful awful state for a bit... but prior to surgery she had been walking around and functioning fine with only little complaints about abdominal pain. They immediately sewed her back up and took her off the anesthesia. Figuring it was a MIRACLE that she had been alive up to that point and they were just not going to touch anything and let her live as long as she had left. ... she didn't wake up from the anesthesia though...

Maggots are actually used as a treatment in rare cases, and if not for the infestation they likely would have had to amputate the foot due to cell death. That guy got LUCKY.

"I'm so sorry to anyone who had to listen to that." As I sit here eating my breakfast. LOL I am so glad nothing phases me anymore. As for the patient that everyone comes to see, been there done that. I broke my jaw in a car accident when I was 17. So badly that they were discussing my case less than 24 hours later at a conference my dentist happened to be attending. He just knew it was his patient. I have had so many people look at my mouth it's a little crazy. Each time I go to a new dentist I get a million questions and they call all the hygienists in the office to come take a look. Everyone involved did an awesome job and I have very few problems from it more than 30 years later.

At least now all the doctors have THOSE stories to tell other patients that "I've seen worse.

Obligatory “not the doctor, but the patient”. I think I broke THREE records! First, the reason I was admitted in the first place: I had a large DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) spanning from my lower abdomen to my ankle (I’m 5’4 for context, so it was more than half my height), and most of the doctors were absolutely dumbfounded on how I was able to WALK the whole week before I was in hospital! Secondly! I had gone into surgery to remove clot. I don’t wake up well from anaesthetic and I POWER SPEWED all over myself, the nurse, the floor, and my bed. How, I have no idea, because I had nothing in my system because I had to fast! THIRD! Literally the next day! I had a catheter in while I was in surgery, and it was still in the day after. I needed to… go… so the nurse told me it was okay and I could just pee normally and the catheter would catch it all… I completely drenched my bed in pee. It was like I dumped an entire two litre bottle of water all over myself… the catheter was in properly, I had just managed to pee so hard I peed AROUND it, which I was told should be impossible. So yeah! Medical anomaly I guess!

I’ve also had an experience with a face eating dog. It happened to me when I was a little kid at friend’s birthday party. By some miracle I didn’t have to get any stitches or undergo any form of surgery. The mangy mutt almost took out my eye and I’ve had a dislike towards small, black, Benji-looking mongrels with mild brachycephaly. I like most animals, hell, I even like most dogs, but I despise dogs that closely resemble the little hellspawn that mauled me, even though the owners said it was friendly. I freaking hate that dog.

Story 2: I guess you can say that guy really saved face. Bravo to that guy ❤ Personal story: When I got pneumonia the doctor wanted me to go to hospital but my mother knew that that would make me stressed and make it worse. Instead the doctor got my mom a machine to help me breath. I did not realize how close to death I really was because everyone was so chill. Only later did my mom say she and my doctor were very concerned about me but because I was calm and at home I had a quick recovery. This isn’t to say never go to hospital, you absolutely should, but in my case it helped me remain calm and recover to stay somewhere familiar.

The gyn story, while the symptom itself, cottage cheese looking discharge, is a common symptom of yeast infection, the _amount_ was mindboggling. I cant imagine how much that must have been itching

I was in the hospital once for a near anaphylactic shock and my head was twice it's normal size. I guess I was a unique case since my allergic reaction was so bad, there apparently was only one case like me in another country and all the nurses came into my room and told the other nurses about my funny looking face. I was so embarassed but they really made it better since I could laugh about it with them.

a much more mild tale: when I was 16, I showed up in the ER, with a rather young looking nurse looking me over. both of my parents were there, and she started by addressing them. my parents knew what I preferred, and turned the conversation over to me enough times that she got the hint quick. I suppose she wasn't very accustomed to younger patients, or maybe just a younger patient with chronic illnesses caught her off guard. at one point, she asked me if I had any diagnosed conditions, to which I listed several. asthma was one of them. she just nodded and recorded things as I said them. after a bit more interrogation, she asks if I have any history of migraines. I said no, with a caveat, that I had in fact had a single migraine before. it was due to hypoxia, not any sort of recurring condition. she nods very professionally, starting to type- then she does a physical double take and turns back to me. "wh-why were you hypoxic-?!" "asthma..?" "wh-" "like, severe asthma?" she let out a very small "oh" as she continued writing

I don't know what I was thinking or expecting when I clicked on this. I applaud people who work in the medical field, including hospital orderlies. Your stomachs are much stronger than mine.

I had the opposite scenario, being a patient when the doctor loses their poker face... or in this case a nurse. In my junior year of high school I had been kicked in the spine by a horse and when I arrived at the hospital (by truck instead of ambulance because fuck ambulance costs) my parents ran in and grabbed a wheelchair and met me at my bosses car. When I was rolled in for the initial questions and the nurse told me to stand up so they can weigh me I looked at my mom for help standing up and the nurse questioned my ability to stand on my own. After I told her I needed help to stand up she asked me to slide forward and lift up my shirt. Her face went white and she ran out of the room and came back about 30 seconds later to tell us there was a room ready and we need to go back immediately. Spent about a week in the hospital with Dr's constantly telling me I was an idiot for not calling an ambulance.

Not a doctor but was waiting in the ER because my sister had a blood clot, an elderly gentleman came in (probably late 60's maybe 70's) with what I can only describe as tree trunks for legs. the ER is packed, but he found a spot and sat down, probably five minutes into sitting down his legs literally burst open and tonnes of maggots just came falling out and the smell, well... it was death. just pure unadulterated death, everyone in the ER moved away and went and huddled up next to the door that kept opening and closing letting in brief moments of fresh air while he was just sitting there bent over collecting the maggots as they were falling out of his legs. was probably in that situation for an awkwardly silent 5-10 minutes before someone just walked up to the nurse at the front desk and said something along the lines of "ain't you going to do anything? the man is clearly seriously unwell, you do have a nose and capable of smelling right? look at his legs, its just maggots!", 3 minutes later some nurses and a doctor just popped by and collected him. we were there for 4 more hrs.... the smell did not go away...

bones actually heal pretty well considering that the body's natural response of "throw more tissue on there" helps reinforce them and is basically the same as the original. tendons and ligaments are horrible at healing because piling more tissue just makes it harder to do their job of being supportive AND supple, on top of them not having the best blood supply anyways.

I have so much respect for medical professionals that are able to put on such good poker faces.

I am always so impressed with surgeons and how most of them are actually psychopaths that found a path that works for both them and the rest of the people around them

Imagine being that doctor who sowed that child's face back on and having a, I am the coolest person on planet earth for what I just did, moment.

I legitimately almost took a last minute flight down to New York to walk into a neurosurgery meet and have as many people as possible try to figure out what the hell to do. I have a lot of conditions that overlap in rather terrifying ways including horrific scar tissue problems and, if the specialist wasn't relatively close enough to us, that convention very well might have been the only easy opportunity I would have had for somebody qualified to actually try to fix it. My doctor has absolutely said that I'm one of the most complicated cases, he has also directly stated that he would really really not like having to do another surgery and that unless my conditions become unbearable it's not really an option. I cannot begin to explain how grateful I am for surgeons, I've seen some pretty wild shit during my time at hospitals. If you ever do happen to end there for a bit, buying pizza or donuts for the nurses is both an amazing way of supporting the staff and a nearly surefire way to make sure people will actually check by on you.

"Maybe it was just naive to hope for non-gross stories in this..." Oh no my good sir. Some of the best medical stories are gross.

The "grin and hum to prevent throwing up" sounds interesting. Might need to test it at work. (You see and smell some things at Walmart)

Eating popcorn while watching this is an experience

I survived an Aortic Dissection at the age of 36 and I dont know if that was stressful for the vascular surgeon that saved my life or not but, he was nothing but amazing to me and my family said the same about the accompanying staff.

My late grandfather fell from the top of an oil rig in 1948 at 19 years old. He fell some 8 stories or something close to that. He hit several things on the way down which slowed his momentum enough that the fall wasn’t fatal, though he was unconscious for a bit. When he regained consciousness, folks were working out how to get him to the nearest hospital. Some complete moron seriously asked him if he was ok, and being one of the toughest people I have ever met in my life, told the people who had gathered around he was ok enough to walk. Adrenaline and shock were keeping him from feeling the extent of his injuries. When he started trying to get up and make his way to a truck the workers had prepared to transport him to hospital, he managed to maneuver himself up from the ground. Legit told them he was ok and just got up. He wasn’t ok by any stretch of the imagination. His back was broken in several places and the bottom half of one leg still laid on the ground where he’d been sitting. They somehow managed to reattach the part of the leg, and he stayed in the hospital for god knows how long. And had over 20 surgeries on that leg throughout his life. Eventually it was discovered that there had been some sort of bone infection that caused all kinds of issues when he was in his 70’s or. So. They did some sort of treatment with beads inserted into the bone somehow, and it fixed the problem. I wonder if he could have been spared some of those surgeries if that treatment was discovered sooner.

One time I had a big MRSA sore on my leg. It took 3 weeks to get in to see wound care. By that time I had a dead flap of skin on it about 3x4 inches big. I had tried to pull it off on my own but it was still attached by living tissue. It definitely smelled bad, and I told the caregivers I felt self conscious but they said that they've seen and smelled worse. Now I wonder... Years back I had a 55lb tumor in my abdomen. I was seen at the regional teaching hospital. Apparently I was a good learning case for the students. I had about 20 extra people in the OR during surgery. Every day I had the attending physician and 15-20 students see me on rounds. LOTS of questions about my history and how I realized something was wrong. It was tiring but I enjoyed helping them learn about surgery for tumors and cysts and how the patient is affected.

Doctors and surgeons are just, so great at keeping calm and keeping the patient in the chill zone. I was having my first ever nerve block surgery, and I hated needles, and I couldn't be put under because my last surgery resulted in vomit going into my lungs. The doctor doing the needle work was telling me how it was done, pointed out the nerves and even showed me how my arm acted while under. (I could feel my arm, but physically I couldn't hold it up) Mind you, my arm was freaking gross. It had an infected dog bite. Dude was just so damn chill.

This is very much a vent so I don’t really care about what anyone thinks, I just needed to get it off my chest. This is definitely the reason I’m scared of hospitals lol I was very ill at one point but the nurse we went too kept saying it was nothing. Eventually my parents got sick of the “it’s nothing he’s fine” bullcràp and basically said “if you don’t get us an appointment you will wake up tomorrow with a complaint so serious you might as well be fired already” (don’t threaten people like this normally btw, I was VERY sick) and the nurse gave in and let us see a doctor. I was told I had a blood infection and that I’d be better soon because it was a (although rather serious) common blood infection. I only found out about a year later that if my parents hadn’t threatened that nurse I would have died. The day I got in to the hospital was so close to me dying that they had to put me as a high priority intensive care patient. I was so ill that I couldn’t stand properly for weeks and I could barely stay awake for a few hours.

I thank you for your commentary, it really helps break the tension and even make me smile sometimes 😊

Surgeons are often massive narcissists so they have little trouble telling you they can do it however belief in your self and your patient remaining calm can do a lot for beating the odds

The aneurysm one is so sad tbh. Just knowing nothing can be done and it all happening so quickly. Terrifying.

That’s enough internet for today

There are many reasons a doctor will reassure you, even if it's a massive lie, and most of them are for your benefit. Their attitude and outlook affect yours, and that in turn affects your recovery.

Honestly, doctors and nurses are heroes for doing this shit voluntarily

What person sees their foot becoming mush and thinks it’s gonna be fine 😭😭😭

"I just kept my face as solid as possible" that line is gold for the context lmaoo

I work as a delivery driver and had an encounter with an unleashed, unfenced dog that was about half my height (I'm only 5'2). It growled at me and the whole time I'm looking at it I was trying to telepathically communicate to it that if it lunges at me then I WILL kick it in the throat. Not all dogs are friendly. Some of them WILL attack you. Thankfully the dog stopped growling and it was fine, but I also deliver to places where bears are common. When driving for work, it is important to have a weapon not just for shady humans - but for other animals as well.

I was at a hotel when I was 3 or 4 and there was a water slide that dropped you a few inches into the pool at the end. I have no idea how, but the slide tore my foot open and soft, white bubbly stuff started coming out of it, I have no idea what it was. My mom called the ambulance to come and fix it right there at the pool deck. I’m surprised there’s not a scar there.

The Duke orthopedic doctor, in one story, he helped one of my family members. Duke is honestly the best place to go for medical care if you live in North Carolina or the southeast.

I once had a trident shaped stuck kidney stone that was unusual enough to warent a team of doctors keeping an eye on me during my two week hospital stay.

My wife (a retired RN who has worked floors, ICU, burn unit, and Hospice) and myself (a retired respiratory therapist who worked mostly in the ER and ICU) have seen SO MANY outrageously weird things during our career, that after work, the kids would always ask, “What interesting thing happened today?”

I have been spraining my right ankle in the exact same area every couple years or so for the past 10 years. One of those sprains was particularly bad and the doctor I went to about it had X-rays done and said I had the worst ankle sprain he had ever seen. Apparently, a sprain can happen if a ligament is either overstretched or torn, with tearing being the more severe form. I had torn *two* of my ligaments that time. I’m sure there are plenty of sprain cases far worse than mine, but I guess as a general practitioner he hadn’t encountered anything like that before. 🤷‍♀️

As I am preparing to have my nose cauterized, I needed a lot of blood work done. When I got the results back the doctor says "I have never seen that before" something you never wanna hear. I had to get another test to determine if I had a rare condition and how severe it was. I didn't I just have a clotting problem nothing serious it has just led to a 4-5 hour nose bleed.

For bowel preps like #13, always have a LINED bedside commode RIGHT next to the bed.

I accidentally sliced my knee open. I was running, fell, and cut. Blood everywhere. Got dragged home, and when we inspected the wound, I almost passed out. There was literal bone showing. Later, I got an infection, and it smelled terrible.

“Oh no, dude, your daughter got DESTROYED, I had NO idea how i was gonna fix her. Glad it all worked out but goddamn that day I was sweating bullets”

No matter how bad the situation is you NEVER want to tell the patient that it's the worst you have ever seen, placebo effect is a very real thing and if you tell someone that they'll be fine you increase their chances A LOT

I really wanna read that guy’s medical records that sounds crazy

thanks for ensuring me that a doctor career is never my choice 😂 Their poker faces, dayum, my face would show like 99 emotions.

I once had such sudden and strong pain in my lower adbomen that made me vomit my guts out, and got me unconscious for two days. No one found the cause for it, and it just fade away. One friday midday I started feeling a increasing sharp pain in my lower abdomen, around the area where the bladder is. As it got stronger, I started vomiting every 5 minutes, I felt increasingly weak, and once in the ER I passed out several times. They checked me in, and ran all sorts of tests. They gave me painkillers that barely worked. Every tests came out normal. I remember seeing the doctors coming in my room with an envelope and saying they have some results, and then their faces drop because it came out normal. No imflamation, no cysts, no stones, no infections, no gas, no obstructions, no bleeding, every organ looked normal. Slowly over the hours the symptoms and pain subsided and by the morning of the sunday I felt normal again. Everybody was dumfounded. I have the fear that whatever it was it will happen again. It felt like hands grabbing and twisting my guts, I wanted to cut my abdomen open and take out whatever was causing it.

i enjoy the legitimate commentary

This is the wrong thread to read from if you wanna avoid gross stuff lol

I'm so proud of the pediatrician for actually going back to the books n studying. He took himself back to school n totally passed that test with flying colors. He DID THAT honey

When I was in middle school my pediatrician retired and I needed a new one. My new doctor used my little sister's old doctor when she was a baby. She always had med students with her, so all through high school I was a learning experience for cute guys training to be pediatricians. Teenager with hand, foot, and mouth. Borderline pneumonia bronchitis, etc. Every appointment she'd ask me about my sister and talk about my sister with my step mom the entire time. I eventually stopped going unless I could just go to Urgent Care. Then at 18 my parent's doctor (he's treated my dad, step mom, and brother. And from what I've been told he's regarded as one of the best doctors in the network) added me. He asked how my family is I say pretty good and then his full attention is on what's going on with me. Then at the end he reminds me to keep drinking water and to "give mom and dad my love". The best part, my doctor doesn't take med students so I never have to become a learning opportunity. I always agreed as a teen because I wanted to help new doctors, but I was still super embarrassed. I think one of my favorite moments was when I went to the doctor because half my body had gone numb while playing video games (specifically Subway Surf on my phone). According to my doctor after me reenacting how I was sitting and all, I pinched a nerve or something from sitting in the exact some position for 30+ish minutes, and that side of my body went numb (I did beat my high score at the time btw, but I've since broken it many times over). He gave me the disappointed parent look and told me that no matter how well I'm doing in a video game I need to move a bit to keep blood flow going and keep constant pressure off nerves. He also last year (at 22) had to explain that stretching before exercise extends to walking long distances, not just running and thinks I think are more intense. And every appointment he asks about my allergies and reminds me to take my allergy meds, sometimes when it's really bad he has to prescribe a second allergy med because the first can't handle how much my body hates pollen and dust.

Anytime someone says they've "seen it all" i get even more uneasy.

Got halfway through the vod before going out for a breather. Not watching anything of the sort any time soon. Why did I even watch this in the first place? In any case, respect for the Doctors & Health Workers & such, also to the patients, especially the ones that held it quite well and were good. Now, I really ponder if Bleach can help clean what I've just heared and imagined. Edit: Oh, and respect to the channel & narrator. This was easier said than done to go through.

My friend's son was building a cabin in the backwoods. He accidentally discharged his nail gun as he was setting it down. The nail went into his buddy's eye! Drove him to the little town's hospital. They were going to remove the eye. He said no way. Pushed him into the truck and drove 80 mi to a major hospital. They removed the nail and saved his sight!!!

I will never be emabarrased in my Life after hearing this

SOMEONE GET THAT PEDIATRICIAN TO PRACTICE SURGERY

Damn, worst thing I've ever seen was multiple grievous wounds (you could see bone in some of them) on a dog (said dog had tried to break up a fight between two other dogs, the dog that started it got her bad).

As someone with Marfan Syndrome, I completely understand that "learning moment" comment. At my last Cardiologist appointment, he brought in a student to observe the signs of someone with my condition.

I think I experienced quite the opposite as a patient, that is, a great midwife depicted a routine condition as a big deal in order to encourage me. My baby was seconds from dying during delivery (her Apgar score was 1/10), it was a smaller hospital, so she needed to be immediately taken to a better equipped hospital, I couldn't see her at all until only 3 days later, and she was in NICU fighting for her life for 2 weeks (I've seen babies who had been there for 3 months). Despite this hard start, we succeded at breastfeeding and despite she obviously needed formula at the beginning, in some 6 weeks we transitioned to 100% breastfeeding. The midwife told me that she had never seen breastfeeding turning out successful after such a hard start, but I believe/hope that it's not true, and that many other mothers and babies got to live this amazing experience despite being separated during the very first days.

I had a similar face injury from a dog. My face also healed up really well. Little scarring. Lucky I guess, and good doctoring.

I'm sorry but the pronunciation of 'Ply-Mouth' sent me cackling. I love these videos.

18:24, that’s a rectal tube. it basically collects all of your fecal matter. intubated and sedated patients obviously can’t go to the bathroom, so it kinda collects everything without making a big mess. especially like he said, antibiotic associated diarrhea. however, we don’t use them out of convenience for staff because you lose rectal tone very quickly, which can lead to fecal incontinence. so they are good if indicated and if you don’t leave them in too long.

I think having realistic optimism is insanely helpful for patients. If you tell them that they can get better, and they believe that chance is real, the placebo effect does incredible things on top of the mental health aspect keeping people going Also, as a woman, the 'yeast infections'... HORROR. HORROR. HORROR.

I have 2. 1 as the patient and 1 as the professional. The patient one is from when I was born. So no memory of this. My first act as a living human in the world was to pee on the doctor. I apparently had been saving up for a bit. I came out. Doctor gave me a slap, so I peed on him. As the professional, I was a medic in the military on post. A female soldier "walked" in the hospital to be seen. The story she told me was...I don't have high hopes for her generation. I'll say that. She had climbed onto her bedpost, which was wood, lowered herself onto it and penetrated herself with it. You do you I guess, but trouble came her way and she broke the bedpost off inside her. I had to leave the room and get the colonel. Mainly because she was a doctor. I handed her that one. I heard later they pulled a couple long splinters out. I don't have that anatomy but holy shit that couldn't have felt good.

The opposite of this happened to me. I was in a wreck that severely broke my upper back. I was a backseat passenger and the driver's seat flew back and vertically crushed my upper body on impact. I was "folded like an accordion," according to the first responders I talked to during the trial for the person who caused the wreck. While in the hospital, the spine surgeon said it was the worst spinal fracture he'd ever worked on in his decades of practice. T3-T5 were almost completely crushed in the front, T6-T8 were severely cracked down the right back side of the vertebrae. They had to put rods in my spine to stabilize it or I wouldn't have survived, let alone been able to move ever again. Then when I saw him for a follow up 1 month after getting out of the hospital, my condition was starting to decline from what it had been when I was discharged due to complications during recovery involving anorexia, which I was trying to recover from but still having issues with, preventing me from getting the nutrients I needed and, since I was so emaciated at the time of the wreck, I didn't have enough muscle mass to hold my back up straight to ensure it healed straight, and couldn't build any muscle to help with that due to my declining condition and ongoing nutrition issues. I told him what was going on and that my back would heal curved if I didn't get proper treatment and a back brace, which he should've had me wear to begin with given the severity of the fractures. Suddenly, my spinal fractures were no big deal, I was completely fine, and didn't know what I was talking about, just because I was the one who pointed the issues out and he didn't want to admit that I knew more about what I was feeling and experiencing than he did. He refused to allow me to get treatment for anorexia and said I just straight up wasn't allowed to wear a back brace at all. Exactly what I said would happen happened, and now my back is so badly curved forward, I can't stand/sit up straight, have such severe pain that I can't sit up for more than about an hour without my pain leaving me out of commission for the rest of the day or more, and my spine is rapidly degenerating where it broke (over 3 inches in vertebral height lost in about 3 years) which is getting exponentially faster as time goes on, and worst of all, it can't be fixed without an overwhelming likelyhood of paralysis, all because that arrogant prick couldn't set his ego aside for 5 god damn minutes to listen to me and give me the care I needed early in recovery.

man, doctors are so incredible :')

The second story is most likely a lie. Not only the meme dog being the one biting, but all the talk about "no damages" and all the details about how many stitches and what not, the unrealistic surgery story too... In general too many details and random informations... I am a pharma tech and stuff like this makes me mad. I have seen multiple people with different wounds and the treatment that went into them, on many different body parts. There being "no damage" especially on the one of the more vulnerable parts of the skin... after "apparently" having half their face destroyed... Yeah no... I hate stories like this on reddit. Not only that, but having had only a tiny bite from a dog on my actual real sister (who knows if that person even has one) and it leaving a small scar, although it was only ONE TOOTH that really left damage... Yeah, big no. As many, I guess this redditor just made it up for karma points...

Story 16!! Omg poor boy😢 hope he’s ok… and that mother needs arresting

I’m glad I watched this AFTER my lunch break, not before….

Dude, excellent commentary. New sub..

I am 100% going to use "sweet galactic christ" and "what in the solar hell" now

This reassuring by doctors is surprisingly important. The placebo effect applies to what the doctor tells you, and unlike with actual placebo medicine, there isn't a moral dillema in telling the patient they'll live even when they're in a near death state. It might just help them actually survive.

Awesome video/clip and information, THANK YOU 🌷 🌺 😊

I can see why you’d do that. It helps the patient think they’re in good hands when you’re panicking inside because it’s so bad

Love the new channel name 😊great video this channel will blow up today ❤

I miss the person i was before I started this video. She was a happy soul. So carefree. So innocent.

I (29 at the time) had really bad hemorrhoids. Went to doc, sent me to the pulminologist, who sent me to specialist, showed him. Heard 'ooh'

These are the reasons i don't want to try being in medical work

I'm sorry but the "can you pick up my foot?" "WHAT FOOT!?" had my laughing hahaha

Very impressed with your reading ability and your voice sounds nice. 0u0

I had a doctor actually go get her medical book to look up what I had (she had a suspicion but had never seen it before). We got into a small argument b/c what I had could be triggered by trauma - either physical or mental. She asked what mental trauma I had suffered. I just looked at her and said, "I was just here 2 days ago dragging my knuckles on the ground b/c I threw my back out. Doesn't that count?"

I met a doctor who literally rebuilt this kids spine after an accident, bro got so worked up talking about it he had to smoke a cigarette to calm down kid is 100% fine but he's never recovered